Fringe, Season 1

Peter:
Let me ask you something. My father... not my favorite. He is without a doubt the most self-absorbed, twisted, abusive, brilliant, myopic son of a bitch on the planet... So he was a chemist. That much I already know. He worked out of a basement lab in Harvard doing research for a toothpaste company. I also know that there was an accident at the lab one night and my father was arrested, beginning the first truly peaceful period in our home. But here's the thing, Olivia. My gut tells me that your friend's life... the one hanging in the balance... not gonna be saved by a tube of toothpaste.

Olivia:
[Pause] He worked out of Harvard, but not on toothpaste. He was part of a classified U.S. Army experimental program called Kelvin Genetics. They gave him their resources to do whatever work he wanted, which was primarily in an area called Fringe Science.

Peter:
When you say 'Fringe Science', you mean pseudo science?

Olivia:
I suppose. Things like mind-control, teleportation, astral projection, invisibility, genetic mutation, re-animation--

Peter:
Whoa, excuse me for a sec, re-animation? Really? So you're telling me... what? My father was Dr. Frankenstein?

Olivia:
[about John Scott] What's happening to him? Can it be reversed?

[Walter looks down]

Olivia:
What is it?

Walter:
They... They have this horrible pudding here. Butterscotch pudding on Mondays. It's dreadful.

Olivia:
It's Thursday.

Walter:
Oh! Oh, that's fantastic news!

Walter:
[Upon seeing his son, Peter] I thought you'd be fatter.

Peter:
You thought I'd be fatter? Excellent. First words, perfect.

Olivia:
Dr. Bishop, I was curious. Did anyone else ever have access to your work?

Walter:
Well, the assistants had bits and pieces. God, I suppose. I suppose the only one that really knew what I was doing was Belly.

Olivia:
Who?

Walter:
Belly. William Bell. He and I shared the lab.

Olivia:
William Bell?

Peter:
You shared your lab with the founder of Massive Dynamic?

Walter:
I'm sorry, I don't know what that is. Massive Dynamic...

Peter:
Ah, nothing really, just a tiny little company. That's perfect. One guy becomes one of the wealthiest men on the planet. The other guy becomes an institutionalized psychopath.

Walter:
Oh!

Olivia:
What? What happened?

Walter:
Oh, I just pissed myself.

Peter:
[smiles] Excellent.

Walter:
Just a squirt.

[Car passes a Massive Dynamic billboard]

Olivia:
[about dream state] Have you done this before?

Walter:
I have used this technique to extricate information from a corpse once. You can do that if they haven't been dead longer than six hours.

Peter:
[sarcastically] Right, cause after six hours, that's when they're really dead.

(Walter inserts an electric probe into Olivia's neck)

Olivia:
Oh!

Peter:
(softly) I got you. I got you.

Nina:
[about John Scott] How long has he been dead?

Technician:
About five hours.

Nina:
...Question him.

Walter:
I thought you'd be fatter.(to Peter, after not having seen him in many years)

Olivia:
I got here as fast as I could.

Philip:
[looks at watch, sarcastic] 27 minutes. Nicely done.

Philip:
Dr. Bishop, hello. I appreciate you coming out tonight.

Walter:
[about car seat warmer] I've never seen a feature like this before. It warms your ass. It's wonderful.

[over the phone]

Olivia:
Charlie, it's me.

Charlie Francis:
Dunham, what's up?

Olivia:
I need a cross check on recent unsolved homicides. See if any bodies have turned up with a missing pituitary gland.

Charlie:
Oh, you say the sweetest things.

Olivia:
Only to you, Charlie.

Charlie:
I'll get somebody on it.

[Over phone, Peter calls his father Walter when woman goes into cardiac arrest]

Walter:
[after being handed the phone] Just making some popcorn.

Peter:
Walter, I'm with a woman in her mid-twenties. She is going into cardiac arrest due to an overdoes of anesthesia. :[machine beeps] Her heart just stopped.

Walter:
Do you have any cocaine?

Peter:
Cocaine? No, I don't have any cocaine.

Walter:
Oh, that's too bad. Going to have to shock her heart.

(After John Scott's funeral)

Olivia:
Did you see John's mother? She wouldn't stop looking at me.

Charlie:
His mother?

Olivia:
Yeah, like she was blaming me for what happened to him, like it was my fault he was dead.

Charlie:
As far as John's mother knows, her son died a hero serving his country.

Olivia:
A hero? He used me, Charlie. And he told me he loved me.

Charlie:
I wasn't going to tell you this... but he said he loved me too.

Astrid:
Wait, you want to rewire his brain?

Walter:
Not without his permission. It would be a minor surgery.

Peter:
Minor brain surgery. Emphasis not on the minor.

Philip:
Forgive me, Dr. Bishop. I like to think I have an open mind. but I have a hard time accepting that that man is hearing another person's thoughts.

Walter:
Oh yes, so do I. Which is why I would like to prove it.

Peter:
And how would you do that?

Walter:
Am I required to keep him alive?

Olivia:
That would probably be best.

Walter:
If my hypothesis is correct, he is picking up the thoughts of another human being, they will leave a distinct signature

Peter:
And you think we'll be able to identify whose thoughts they are?

Walter:
That's preposterous. But I may be able to intercept them.

[Walter is about to drill into a patient's skull when there is a pounding on the door. Olivia goes to open it.]

Student:
Is this Poly Sci 101?

Olivia:
[beat] Not remotely. [closes door on the student's response.]

Peter:
Who was that?

Olivia:
Freshmen.

Walter:
I believe with proper demodulation, you could receive satellite television for free.

[Walter is mumbling in-distinctly in hotel room]

Peter:
What formula are you rattling off at 3 o' clock in the morning?!

Walter:
[sighs] Formula for Root Beer.

Peter:
Root Beer? That's what's so important you couldn't stop yourself from broadcasting?

Walter:
I haven't had it for ages. I thought I might make some in the lab tomorrow.

[Peter gets up]

Walter:
Where are you going?

Peter:
It occurs to me it might be easier to sleep in the tub.

Walter:
A Root Beer Float! Delicious!

Peter:
[from bathroom] Next time would you please drain the tub?!

Olivia:
Where is your father?

Peter:
Walter is at the hotel. But don't worry, your agents are standing guard, not that it matters 'cause the man is unconscious. He was awake till five in the morning reciting the chemical compositions of his favorite beverages to me. That was right after he finished lecturing me on how I squandered on my above average intellect and my substantial education all while he was standing there naked. Because he 'prefers the breeze'.

Peter:
Who the hell are you? What is the cylinder?

[speaking now at the same time]

The Observer and Peter:
You know what it is, don't you? Why is it here? Why now? [stares] Who are you? Apples, bananas, rhinoceros! I wanna hold your hand! Lucy in the sky with diamonds!

Observer:
Do you really know my father? Did you talk to him this afternoon? Are you his friend?

Peter:
I'm a fairly open-minded guy, but there are things happening here that I can't even begin to explain and I'm not going anywhere until I can.

Olivia:
In that case, you might want this. [hands Peter ID badge] Your credentials have been approved. Civilian consultant to the Department of Homeland Security.

Peter:
Does this mean I don't need an escort to come into the Federal Building anymore?

Olivia:
[nods] Yeah.

Peter:
Will it get me out of speeding tickets?

Peter:
So let me tell you about my day, Walter. I was abducted, tortured, had two wires shoved up my nose that were connected to a machine I've never seen before and maybe the strangest part of the day is that somehow, without talking, I was able to answer a question that I didn't have the answer to.

[Philip and Olivia enter lab]

Philip:
Dr. Bishop, Peter.

Peter:
[coughs, clears throat] Visiting hours. Everybody put on their best straightjacket.

Olivia:
Walter, you're not going to accidentally fry one of those pigeons?

Walter:
Stranger things have happened.

Peter:
That's his motto.

Peter:
So we're putting GPS chips on carrier pigeons to find a man who can control electricity. I have you to thank for that, don't I?

Olivia:
Yeah, that's me.

Olivia:
So… what is this?

Walter:
This is the sort of work I was born for.

Peter:
You were hoping for something more specific, maybe?

[After explanation of case]

Philip:
Dr. Bishop, any thoughts?

Walter:
Yes... Where can I get one of those white suits?

Olivia:
Walter, her disease, if there's no cure....

Walter:
That's a question and one which we should pose to whoever was treating her. Which makes three questions. The other being what exactly happened here.

Peter:
That's only two questions.

Walter:
Oh, yeah? Oh, the third questions, um... [points to soup] Could I get some of this Onion soup? It looks delicious.

Olivia:
How's it coming?

Walter:
Oh, Olivia, join us. We've learned some things already.

Peter:
We don't think she ran away.

Walter:
Ligature marks.

Olivia:
So she was being held against her will.

Walter:
Either that or she had a proclivity for sexual bondage. Scientific observation, not a judgement. Some of my fondest memories--

Peter:
Oh, Walter! Stop, wherever that's going it's just wrong.

Olivia:
You better get back upstairs before Walter falls asleep in your bed.

Peter:
He has actually done that before. While I was sleeping. Really not something you want to wake up to.

Walter:
To help us understand what happened at the diner, we'll use Mr. Papaya. Clear. This is upsetting as he is the friendliest of the fruits.

Walter:
[Upon seeing the patient] This is spectacular.

Peter:
Spectacular? I'm sure he'd be just thrilled to hear your diagnosis.

Walter:
[to Philip] You know... I had a fruit cocktail once in Atlantic City. Mind you I'm not the fruit cocktail sorta guy.

Philip:
Excuse me. [walks over to Peter] We need to discuss your father.

Peter:
Is it the fruit cocktail thing again?

Philip:
Mm-hm.

Peter:
Yeah, he's been doing that recently. He gets obsessed about certain foods. It's weird.

Philip:
We need him to focus.

Peter:
To focus? Mr. Broyles, two-thirds of the time, my father's not even lucid. And in those rare and unpredictable moments of clarity, he rambles on about the foods and beverages that he missed while he was incarcerated in a mental institution for the better part of the last two decades. To say that he's not focused... is to say that he's a biped. Which is to say, you're absolutely right, he's not focused and also it's not going to change any time soon. I'm his son. I'm not a puppeteer. I don't have a remote control. There's no master switch I can flick and turn him into the man I wish had raised me. Or even somebody I don't have to babysit everyday. [pause] I guess I've had that on my mind for awhile.

Philip:
Apparently.

Philip:
Bishop, what are you doing here?

Peter:
Oh, I just got off the phone with Olivia. She's headed back to the airport. Turns out Mr. Jones would only help us if he could talk to Mr. Smith. The same Mr. Smith that your people just killed.

Philip:
You're kidding me?

Peter:
That's the first serious thing I've said all day.

[Phone rings, Peter picks up]

Peter:
Hello?

Astrid:
Peter, hey, it's Astrid. Your father wanted me to inform you that there is fluid accumulating in Agent Loeb's lungs.

Walter:
Tell him we need help quickly.

Astrid:
He says we need help quickly.

Walter:
[Gives Astrid syringe] Insert this into his IV. Let me talk to him.

[Astrid hands Walter phone]

Walter:
Uh, hello, Peter, uh, this is me, your father, Walter Bishop.

Peter:
Thank you, Walter. I know who you are.

Walter:
Excellent, uh, we need to talk to that man Smith right away. He may be our best chance to save Agent Loeb's life.

Peter:
I know that, but he's dead. He was shot. We're out of luck.

Walter:
Well, does he still have his head? Is it still attached to his body?

Peter:
Only you would ask that question seriously, yes, he still has a head.

Walter:
Splendid, then perhaps in this case, death is simply an inconvenience.

[Walter opens body bag]

Walter:
He's been shot in the head.

Peter:
Is that a problem?

Walter:
Yes, that's a problem. Of course, it's a problem! A bullet in the head would normally indicate significant brain trauma.

Peter:
Well, it would also indicate that he's dead, but you didn't seem to have a problem with that.

Walter:
This procedure's not like removing tonsils.

Peter:
I've never had a conversation with a dead guy before. Forgive me if I don't know the rules.

Walter:
Green, green, green, red... like Christmas lights.

Philip:
Now, how did you know that, Dr. Bishop?

Walter:
I don't know. But that's what happened, isn't it?

Philip:
Yes.

Peter:
Think you might be able to jog your mind, Walter? Could be kinda helpful.

Walter:
Christmas lights, that's all I can recall.

[Walter singing 'Deck the Halls' while playing with red and green lights]

Peter:
Hey, Walter, don't you think it's a little early in the season for the yuletide cheer?

Walter:
I'm reciting Christmas carols in an attempt to jar loose some details from my subconscious to remember where I heard mention of the green and red lights, but sadly, it hasn't yet worked.

Peter:
So you thought it would be more useful to work on your Christmas tree decorations?

Walter:
Though I can't recall where I heard of the lights, it did give me an idea, a theory as to how the boy was taken. I was hired to design a technology, an intricate pattern of flashing lights intended to create a suggestive state of hypnosis. Theoretically, the test subjects would do whatever commanded. Bark like a dog, dance a jig, wash the car...

Peter:
The U.S. government had you working on mind control?

Walter:
Not the government. It was an advertising agency. They hoped to broadcast the flashing lights during commercials so the viewers would have no choice but to buy their products. Unfortunately, it merely caused nausea. Which was unfortunate because apparently people don't like to shop when they feel like they're going to throw up.

Peter:
What do you want me to do?

Walter:
Just... stare at the lights.

[Peter watches series of flashing red and green lights, Astrid walks in]

Peter:
Sorry, Walter, better luck next time.

Astrid:
Anyone ready for lunch? [sees Peter's sleeves are cut off] What's up Chachi?

[Peter] [looks at arms] Did you do this to me? [points at Walter with scissors]

Walter:
[shakes head] You did.

[Walter is singing 'Dashing Through the Snow', Olivia walks in]

Olivia:
Hey, what the hell's he doing?

Astrid:
He thinks it will help him remember where he's heard about the red and green lights.

Olivia:
Okay.

Peter:
We've got good news. We think we understand how it was that Ben was abducted. Those red and green flashing lights? They put the father into a hypnogogic state.

Olivia:
And we think we might've I.D.ed the woman responsible.

Walter:
I have it! Christmas, Christmas leading to Christmas carols, one of which is 'Jingle Bells' which lead naturally to 'Dashing Through the Snow', which of course, inevitably leads one to Dash.

Astrid:
To dash?

Walter:
Dashel Kim... the man who mentioned the lights to me. I'm sure of it.

Olivia:
Where is he, Walter? Can we talk to him?

Walter:
Well, I guess that would depend on whether he has succeeded in killing himself or not.

Walter:
Coffee yogurt.

Astrid:
The synthetic compound?

Walter:
Peter. When he was 13, all he would eat was coffee yogurt. Almost drove his mother to tears.

Peter:
Walter, that wasn't me, that was you.

Walter:
Oh?

Peter:
[on his cell phone] Hello?

Walter:
If that's Agent Dunham, tell her to bring some coffee yogurt.

Peter:
Can you hold on for one second?

Walter:
He's right about the yogurt. In case you haven't noticed, I can be quite obsessive.

Astrid:
Really?

Olivia:
How long is this going to take?

Walter:
Miss Dunham, what we're doing, what you have asked me to do, is pushing the boundaries of all that is real and possible. We're not roasting a turkey.

Olivia:
Walter, what's the Bible for?

Walter:
Well, you're taking untested psychedelics, lying in saline with an electric charge in the base of your cranium. Among other things, I thought it appropriate to pray you don't get electrocuted.

Olivia:
Praise the Lord.

Walter:
Amen.

Walter:
There is little that makes me happier than taking drugs. Perhaps administering them, designing and carrying out experiments that bend the plane of what we consider reality. I'm rarely if ever opposed to such things except now.

Walter:
Uh oh.

Olivia:
What?

Walter:
I just got a slight erection. Oh, fear not, it's nothing to do with your state of undress. I think I simply need to urinate.

Olivia:
That's good to know.

Hardware Store Clerk:
Can I help you guys find something?

Walter:
Oh, yes. We're looking for an electric saw. Preferably variable speed with an easily replaceable blade system.

Hardware Store Clerk:
What are you cutting, wood?

Walter:
Human tissue. Flesh and bone. It's more sinuous than you may expect.

Peter:
It's really not that dire.

Walter:
Oh, actually, potentially it's far worse.

Hardware Store Clerk:
Um, I think that the saw you're looking for is around the corner, next to the routers.

Walter:
Thank you.

Peter:
No need to call the police.

Walter:
What we perceive as solid matter is mostly empty space. Just as we may perceive that a life is full that is actually a series of empty encounters.

Peter:
He's been like that all day. It's been awesome.

Walter:
No, Peter's right. Your pupils are dilated. It's a symptom of high stress. Unless you're using hallucinogens. Are you tripping, Agent Dunham?

Charlie:
Does any of this trigger anything in your mind?

Walter:
Yes, but not about banks. Think back 20 years. Imagine yourself then imagining yourself now, 20 years into the future. In your wildest imagination, could you ever think you'd be here?

Charlie:
Is he stoned?

Walter:
When she's finished chewing her cud, remember to brush her teeth.

Astrid:
I am not brushing a cow's teeth, Walter. You know I have real work to do, right?

Peter:
You violated the laws of physics, Mr. Eastwick, and Mother Nature's a bitch.

Peter:
Walter, what are you doing?

Walter:
I'm dosing a caterpillar.

Peter:
Dosing. As in LSD?

Walter:
Well, it's a special blend.

Peter:
I see. Hey, guess what just happened?

Walter:
Hmm?

Peter:
Finding out that my father is giving drugs to bugs, somehow just became a typical moment in my life!

Walter:
Wonderful isn't it?

Charlie:
Olivia may have a lead on who abducted her. Only she can't pursue it without some help. I can't help her.

Peter:
Why not?

Charlie:
Suffice it to say, that sometimes the problem with being in law-enforcement is that you got to obey the law yourself.

Peter:
And you think I'm the guy to break the law for you.

Charlie:
I'm sorry, I didn't...

Peter:
No, look, you're right. I am the guy to break the law for you. What do you need?

Olivia:
Why would they do that? I mean, what would they want with me? What were they doing? Who could they be?

Walter:
You're like a question machine.

Peter:
The man's insane, Olivia.

Walter:
I concur, and in the category of takes one to know one… that man did seem disturbed.

Peter:
[to Olivia] You're talking about a man who infects people with giant viruses. If you hadn't escaped, who knows what they would have done to you. Listen to me, you just told him that you killed his wife. He said that to you to try to get a reaction out of you. To get to you. Let it go. You got his confession. Go home.

Walter:
I was worried too. When you were taken.

Olivia:
Thank you, Walter.

Walter:
[looking at Peter] Not as much as him, of course.

Astrid:
The coroner's on the way with a body.

Walter:
You know, this is the part of the day that I look forward to the most. When I know there's something bizarre out there, I just don't know what it is. Like a grab bag of disturbing events.

Olivia:
Astrid, can you check his hard drive? I had it transferred with some of his other effects.

Astrid:
I've got it right here, I'm on it.

Walter:
Be sure to check his floppy disks as well.

Peter:
Ah, floppy disks are a little outdated. Why don't you focus on what you do best. All yours -- [hands Walter a beaker full of goo] -- liquid brains.

Walter:
Fantastic! I'll get the bone saw.

Walter:
All we know is that his brain matter has been completely liquefied. How? My first thought is an extremely virulent form of syphilis.

Olivia:
You're saying that his brain could have been cooked by an STD?

Walter:
Safe sex is important. You do always have your sexual partners wear a condom, I hope?

Peter:
Walter...

Peter:
I don't underestimate my father, by the way. I understand him. Sometimes more than I want to. Look, if I let him talk to that woman, she's just going to accuse him of killing her daughter, which is something he didn't do.

Olivia:
Then why not just let them meet?

Peter:
Whose side are you on anyway?

Olivia:
I know what it's like to live with something unresolved. That's all.

Peter:
Congratulations. You just described the entire planet.

Peter:
I tried to expense a couple of Celtic tickets on the FBI--she caught me.

Walter:
Oh, I see. I hope she doesn't notice the $2,000 for the baboon seminal fluid I ordered. I hope I can recall why I ordered it.

Bowman:
What weapons do you have? What weapons?!?

Male Flight Attendant:
We have a taser in the cockpit which I will use on you if you don't calm down.

Bowman:
Taser won't do a thing. It'll just piss me off.

Astrid:
It also gave him four extra nipples.

Peter:
Maybe he mutated into an opossum.

Walter:
No, opossum's have 15 mammaries, unlike most mammals, who have an even number of nipples. Hence, the one half rule regarding nipples.

Astrid:
The one half nipple rule?

Peter:
You just had to ask, didn't you?

Walter:
The typical number of young in the litter is usually equal to half the number nipples on the animal. The number of nipples being the maximum litter size. Humans, for example, one child is the typical. Maximum, twins. Barring extraordinary cases when the young exceed the number of nipples.

Peter:
God, I hope I never have to hear him say the word "nipple" again.

Olivia:
Cut open his hand.

Peter:
What?

Olivia:
I want to see if there's a disc in it, like Bowman's.

Walter:
[springing up out of his chair] I like cutting!

(Peter pulls Olivia out of the tank as she gasps for breath. Astrid injects her with Dextroamphetamine)

Olivia:
(looking up at Peter as she breathes normally) Hi, Peter.

Peter:
(holding her close) You're okay. You're gonna be fine.

Olivia:
You didn't have to come with me, you know.

Peter:
Shady deals with shady guys in shady hotels is my M.O. And typically, if someone is going to kill you, it's a good idea to have an ally in the room.

Olivia:
I'm not scared.

Peter:
Being fearless doesn't mean you're being safe.

Walter:
This is an antidote. While I can't guarantee it will actually work, I do have a recorded IQ of...

Astrid:
196.

Walter:
Really?

Olivia:
Is your father about?

Peter:
Right here. Why don't you ask him what he's doing.

[Olivia looks over, sees Walter shampooing the cow.]

Olivia:
I'd rather not. Listen, do you remember that prisoner Jones I went to see in...

Peter:
...in Germany, right?

Olivia:
He escaped.

Peter:
Good for him. How?

Olivia:
Nobody knows. It makes no sense. The German authorities came to see me last night.

Peter:
How come when nobody knows and it doesn't make sense, they come to us?

Walter:
Two thoughts come to mind. The first, that this affliction might have been caused by a mutation, changing these lipids to seal any and all orifices. Did they check his anus and penis?

Peter:
You think we could get the answer to that question without me in the room?

Olivia:
What was the other thought?

Walter:
Sorry?

Olivia:
You said two thoughts came to mind.

Walter:
Ah yes. The other was... coffee cake. Tiny pebbles of cinnamon sugar.

Peter:
Once again... my father.

Olivia:
I was hoping you might have one of your... weird connections...

Peter:
Weird connections?

Olivia:
They're always a little weird.

Peter:
Well, you're always a little weird.

Markam:
Who's this friend?

Olivia:
Olivia Dunham.

Markam:
Five dollars I could name at least one item on your nightstand, Olivia Dunham. Don't tell me. You're gonna like this, I'm never wrong. It's a gift. Okay. Toni Morrison novel, something by Obama and/or the current issue of Bon Appetit.

Olivia:
I'm reading Advanced Forensic Science by Anaman. I keep it next to my gun.

Markam:
I like this one.

Nina Sharp:
Cortexiphan: It was part of a clinical trial. A drug that Dr. Bell created in '81.

Olivia:
What is it, if you don't mind?

Nina:
Dr. Bell theorized that the human mind at birth is infinitely capable, and that every force it encounters, social, physical, intellectual, is the beginning of a process he refers to as "limitation." A diminishing of that potential.

Olivia:
And Cortexiphan?

Nina:
It was meant to limit that limitation. To prevent the natural shrinking of that brainpower.

Walter:
Unless you have an IQ higher than mine, I am not interested in what you think.

Peter:
Walter, Olivia's here, she needs to talk to you. Walter!

Walter:
Could she come back later? I'm about to step in the bath.

Peter:
No, she can't come back later. It's the middle of the night. She needs to talk to you right now.

Walter:
[walks out of the bathroom] Honestly, Peter, can't a man get -- Agent Dunham. Peter, why didn't you tell me Agent Dunham was here?

Peter:
I'm pretty sure I did.

Olivia:
Walter, the last time you used that thing, you drilled it into the guy's head.

Walter:
If you think he'll find it disagreeable, I suppose it could be modified.

Peter:
Really? You didn't think to mention that to the last guy?

Broyles:
Whatever did this doesn't appear to be indigenous to the area.

Charlie:
Well, wherever it is indigenous to, I don't want to live there.

Walter:
The spread of the digits, V-shaped. It's too wide for one of those creatures. Configuration closer to that of an eagle. Of course much, much larger.

Peter:
Hey, we're looking for Big Bird.

Walter:
Don't be ridiculous. Perhaps a pterodactyl.

Astrid:
So this thing has the claws of a lion and the fangs of a snake?

Walter:
It reminds me of a woman I once knew in Cleveland.

Peter:
Walter, these punctures are over four inches apart. And that would make this snake eight-feet long.

Walter:
Her name was Harriet something.

Olivia:
How is everything?

Peter:
Well, apparently you're looking for a lion-snake named Harriet.

Olivia:
Walter, have you got any idea what kind of animal would be in a lab that could do this?

Walter:
Well, judging by the wounds, I'd say two or three different ones, actually.

Peter:
Right, a motley crew of lab animals got together and decided to exact their revenge on mankind.

Peter:
Are you okay? Did you take something?

Walter:
Psychedelics? No, not since Thursday, no.

Olivia:
Is that....

Peter:
Yeah, a Geiger Counter.

Walter:
Not a rad -- I thought you might have teleported to New York in your sleep and killed her. Wouldn't that have been wondrous? But even the most controlled matter to energy transmutation leaves behind some background radiation. Ergo, you were not actually there!

Peter:
Great, well I'm glad we got that cleared up...

Peter:
New York it is.

Walter:
I love New York! We could catch a show! PIPPEN! [starts to sing] Cats fit on the windowsill, children fit in the snow...

Peter:
Walter, you're staying here [to Astrid] I'll make it up to you.

Walter:
[still singing, softly] Why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go?

Astrid:
That is the Jackson 5, right?

Walter:
[nods, sadly] Absolutely.

Olivia:
Peter, what is happening to me?

Peter:
Hey.

(Olivia begins to cry on his shoulder)

Walter:
Consider this...What is mankind's oldest dream?

Astrid:
World Peace?

Walter:
Oh hardly. It's a social construct imposed by an awareness of our own mortality.

Astrid:
Should have gone with 'great taste, less filling' huh?

Walter:
What is the greatest desire of the weak, of the subjugated, of the man whose fire is stolen by an opponent whose only advantage is the luck of superior size?

Astrid:
We're stealing fire?

Peter:
I think we're cavemen in this story.

Walter:
Whose woman is wrenched away by brutality and force?

Peter:
Sexist cavemen at that.

Walter:
Simple. To kill with thought. To wish someone dead. To murder with the mind.

Peter:
Come on, that's ridiculous!

Walter:
You're right, I'm sure. Unless of course it happens again.

Peter:
You know, until this year I'd never actually been to a mental hospital.

Olivia:
Learn to like new things.

Walter:
Nick Lane may be turning into a walking epidemic. As his emotions become more intense, he may become more contagious.

Peter:
Great...Why can't 'more angry' ever translate into less dangerous?

(Olivia is agitated as Walter stimulates REM sleep to find Nick Lane)

Walter:
Peter. Help her. Help her calm down. Go ahead son.

(Peter takes Olivia's hands in his, and she begins to relax)

Broyles:
We have another monster on the loose?

Olivia:
Ah, no sir. Walter said the teeth marks are definitely human.

Broyles:
I can just about remember when a suspect being human was a given, not an option.

Walter:
[singing] C1 Cervical Vertebra's connected to the C2 Cervical Vertebrae. C2 Cervical Vertebra's connect to the C3 Cervical Vertebrae....

Peter:
Walter, that's enough.

Astrid:
When you finally meet a nice girl, I would avoid bringing her home for as long as possible.

Olivia:
[to her sister] Now this is just one of those things that you're gonna look back on and you're gonna say 'I beat that too.'

Peter:
You really think it's a good idea to let him have free range in Walter's Believe It Or Not Emporium? ... And just for the record? One mad scientist is my limit.

Charlie:
So this is what I've got so far. Bus driver called 911, reported an agitated woman got off his bus. Moments later, she caught fire and exploded. Police combed the area, they couldn't find any evidence of an accelerant or an incendiary device.

Peter:
There's somethin' strange in your neighborhood...

Walter:
Who ya gonna call?

Astrid:
(as Walter breaks the jaw off of a corpse) You know Walter, working with you, it's amazing the sort of thing you get used to.

Walter:
You're not the first person to tell me that.

Astrid:
(now examining the jaw) Wow, looks like somebody could have flossed more.

Olivia:
What process?

Emmanuel Grayson:
To create super soldiers.

Olivia:
Super-soldiers.

Emmanuel Grayson:
Yes. Like Khan Noonian Singh.To defend us in the coming war.

Olivia:
What war?

Peter:
I'm sorry. The Khan?

Emmanuel Grayson:
Yes.

Peter:
As in The Wrath of...?

Emmanuel Grayson:
Yes.

Peter:
Let me guess. This war, it's against...

Emmanuel Grayson:
The Romulans. Renegade Romulans from the future, here to change the timeline. The sworn enemy of the Federation.

Peter:
The Federation. That would be the United Federation of Planets.

Emmanuel Grayson:
Yes.

Peter:
Hmm. And you know this because?

Emmanuel Grayson:
I am the son of Sarek.

Peter:
Which makes you Spock.

Emmanuel Grayson:
Yes.

Peter:
Well, Mr. Spock, thank you for your time. We'll let you get back to the bridge now.

Emmanuel Grayson:
Live long and prosper.

Olivia:
What did Jones want from you? What did he do to you in the elevator?

Nina:
He stole a very powerful... energy cell that Dr. Bell hid within my arm.

Olivia:
What can he do with it?

Nina:
Unfortunately, the question is, what can't he do?

Nina:
Has he (Walter) been acting strange lately?

Astrid:
Walter acting strange? Um... no stranger than usual.

Walter:
When Belly and I were younger men, we regularly ingested large quantities of LSD.

Peter:
You don't say?

Peter:
What else aren't you telling me, Walter?

Walter:
Lots, I'm sure.

Olivia:
What are you doing here?

Walter:
We're trying to plug a hole in the universe. What are you doing here?

Olivia:
Where am I? Who are you?

William Bell:
The answer to your first question is... it's very complicated. The answer to your second... I'm William Bell.

Dr. David Robert Jones:
The teleporter, it may be killing me, but in the meantime, it's made me something rather special. You see, your bullets just go right through me, and soon, Doctor Bell will see just how special I am.

Walter:
You may not remember this. When you were a boy, you were very sick, dying... ...and sometimes you got scared. And to calm yourself, to forget what you were going through, you took to collecting coins - this one, this was your favorite