Fringe (TV series)

Fringe (2008–2013) is an American TV series, airing on FOX, about a female FBI agent who is forced to work with an institutionalized scientist in order to rationalize a brewing storm of unexplained phenomena.

Season 1Edit

Pilot [1.01]Edit

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)

The Same Old Story [1.02]Edit

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.

The Ghost Network [1.03]Edit

(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.

The Arrival [1.04]Edit

[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.

Power Hungry [1.05]Edit

[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?

The Cure [1.06]Edit

[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.

In Which We Meet Mr. Jones [1.07]Edit

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.

The Equation [1.08]Edit

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.

The Dreamscape [1.09]Edit

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.

Safe [1.10]Edit

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.

Bound [1.11]Edit

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.

The No Brainer [1.12]Edit

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.

The Transformation [1.13]Edit

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?

Ability [1.14]Edit

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.

Inner Child [1.15]Edit

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?

Unleashed [1.16]Edit

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.

Bad Dreams [1.17]Edit

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)

Midnight [1.18]Edit

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.

The Road Not Taken [1.19]Edit

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.

There's More Than One of Everything [1.20]Edit

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

Season 2Edit

A New Day in the Old Town [2.01]Edit

Walter: You know, there's something you don't know about me, Son.
Peter: What's that? That once you enter a grocery store, you never leave again? Ever?

Walter: Agent, I need this body taken back to my lab.
Paramedic: Hey, lunatic, this body is going to the morgue. Is he crazy?
Walter: Peter?
Paramedic: Who is the agent in charge here?
Agent Jessup: I am. Take it wherever he wants.
Walter: Lovely.
Agent Jessup: [to Peter] Is he crazy?
Peter: Oh, yeah.

Walter: Peter! Peter! They said I can ride in the back with the body. Can I?
Peter: Sure. Of course you can. Stay out of the medications, though. Please.

Agent Jessup: Is this you?
Peter: Yeah... My father recently took a little trip down memory lane, and for no reason has become wildly obsessed with my childhood. He also likes to check and make sure that I'm still breathing when I'm asleep, which is a little creepy.
Walter: Focus, please.

Olivia: So who was she?
Peter: Walter thinks that she was a shape-changing soldier from another universe. He thinks that might be where you went. Hmm. Do you think it's a bad sign that I can say that out loud and neither one of us thinks I'm crazy?
Olivia: She thought I knew where something was hidden.
Peter: No matter what happened to you and no matter where you went, Walter will figure it out. Olivia, I need to ask you something.
Olivia: Sure.
Peter: Einai kalytero anthropo apo ton patera toy. You said that to me just after you woke up. Do you remember?
Olivia: No. Latin?
Peter: Nuh-uh. Greek. My mother used to say that to me every night before I went to bed.
Olivia: There really is no point where things can't get weirder, is there? What does it mean?
Peter: It means be a better man than your father.

Night of Desirable Objects [2.02]Edit

Peter: Did you check the drawers?
Olivia: Nope. Anything I've forgotten, they can keep. I don't want to spend another minute here. I'm, uh, no good at sitting around.
Peter: You're also no good at letting people help you.
Olivia: [smiling] Oh, I'll let you carry my suitcase.

Astrid: We've been at this for five hours.
Walter: Science is patience.
Astrid: It's also slimy.

Sheriff Golightly: Be damned if I know what to make of it.
Walter: Well, we're all victims of our own gene pool. Someone must have peed in yours.

Peter:: How's it going, Walter
Walter:: I plan to urinate in 23 minutes.
Peter:: Good to know.
Walter:: I'm telling you because I'm going to need help unzipping my fly. I can't feel my hand

Walter: The base solution contains human DNA, male, I think. Of course, it's a mutation. Perhaps a whole new stage of human evolution. Wouldn't that be fantastic?
Peter: If we've stumbled upon a mutant? No. Fantastic's not the first word that pops into my mind.
Walter: We're all mutants. What's more remarkable is how many of us appear to be normal.

Peter: That was Olivia--Agent Jessup told her Hughes may have killed his wife and child 17 years ago.
Walter: Oh, finally some good news. I assume we can dig them up? I haven't had any bodies to examine.

Fracture [2.03]Edit

Peter: I need my own bedroom. I woke up this morning to him singing an aria from Pagliacci.
Astrid: Your father has a wonderful voice.
Peter: Not when he's doing jumping jacks. And did I mention he was naked?
Walter: A good morning sets the tone for the day.

Peter: Four words that should never show up in a sentence: "classified experimental military project."

Olivia: Maybe I should wait outside.
Peter: Then what would I do? You're the one with a gun.

Astrid: Dr. Bishop, what did I tell you about experimenting with fruit? I just cleaned this lab up yesterday.

Olivia: [to Sam Weiss] Cut the Yoda crap and tell me what's happening to me.

Momentum Deferred [2.04]Edit

Peter: Walter, I thought that we agreed this was a stupid idea.
Walter: Oh, no, you decided. I still maintain that the principle is perfectly sound.
Peter: [to Olivia] He wants you to eat worms.
Walter: Not just worms, flatworms!

Walter: Let's see how this thing operates.
Astrid: What are you saying, that this is not a person?
Walter: My dear, I'm not certain that you're not simply a figment of my imagination.

Nina: So, can you fix it?
Brandon: You understand you're asking me if I can repair a piece of technology that is entirely unlike anything that has ever existed here on Earth?
Nina: Brandon...
Brandon: Now that I have one that works, I can do it in three hours... tops.

William Bell: As I once said to Walter, physics is a bitch.

Dream Logic [2.05]Edit

Walter: The ride back was invigorating. The turbulence over Ohio was like being in the belly of a seizing whale. I screamed like a little girl.
Astrid: I'm sure that went over well with the rest of the passengers.

Agent Kashner: [watching Walter cracking a skull] Do this kind of thing often?
Astrid: Brains? No. Although Walter gets particularly excited whenever we do.

Earthling [2.06]Edit

Astrid: So this thing followed him from the hospital? I'm not going to sleep for weeks.

Of Human Action [2.07]Edit

Astrid: Chicken. You're serious?
Walter: It's just a hypothesis. Why, do you think more like pork?
Astrid: Truthfully I don't really spend a lot of time thinking about what human brains would taste like.
Walter: Well then why did you ask?

Olivia: Walter? Have you made any headway?
Walter: I can't lose him again.
Olivia: Walter, I know you're worried, we all are, but we can get Peter back. We just need you to find a way to disable Tyler.
Walter: Peter always helps me. I don't know what to do. How do I do this without Peter? He always helps me.
Olivia: He helps me, too, but you can do this.

Walter: How many do you want?
Peter: I'm not hungry. I don't need any crepes.
Walter: Oh, don't be ridiculous. You were abducted, of course you need crepes!
Peter: I'm okay, Walter.

August [2.08]Edit

Astrid: Walter, I've got the results of the blood sample from the book.
Walter: Oh. [chuckles to himself] High concentration of capsaicin! Which means it's not blood at all. It's chili pepper juice. He must have spilled some in the book.
Peter: Well, that's great news. So, we'll add "messy" to the APB.
Walter: No, it is good news. A concentration of 970 thousand on the Scoville scale; that's one of the hottest chili peppers there is. I hypothesize that a Naga Jolokia from India, otherwise known as the King Cobra Chili. I once ate one. The flatulence was... horrible. Very embarrassing.

Observer: [watching Olivia with her niece Ella] Look how happy she is. It's a shame things are about to get so hard for her.

Snakehead [2.09]Edit

Peter: So how many are there? Is it bad?
Olivia: Did you eat?
Peter: Yeah.
Olivia: Well, that's unfortunate.

Olivia: I didn't know you spoke Cantonese.
Peter: Get to know me a bit.

Grey Matters [2.10]Edit

Peter: Third patient: Stuart Gordon. Just like Mr. Crampton, fourteen years ago Dr. Paris refers him to a mental hospital with the psychiatric equivalent of a cough, which then develops to full-blown schizophrenia. Two days ago he miraculously recovers. Apparently Mr. Gordon thought he was the actor Sydney Greenstreet and walked around quoting Casablanca. That's funny.
Olivia: What?
Peter: I think he looks a lot more like Peter Lorre. [awkward pause as Olivia doesn't laugh] That's a joke.

Olivia: You know, all my life I've been able to understand what drives people: their emotions, like greed, or envy, revenge, but Newton? These people we're up against? How can I fight what I don't understand?
Peter: Olivia, I know you think you're alone in this. Maybe that's because of what Bell told you, maybe that's just your personality, but this isn't just your fight.

Peter: [referring to Walter] Did you see the look on this face when we were talking to Mr. Slater? What do you think that's like for him? Wishing that he could turn back the clock to before he went crazy. He's just sane enough to realize how much he lost.
Olivia: I don't mean to sound callous, but from what I know of your father, going crazy made him a better person. It certainly made him a better father.
Peter: I should have visited him at St. Claire's.
Olivia: I think you're making up for that now.

Peter: Last week, when Walter got lost, he did exactly what you'd expect Walter to do - he implanted a transponder chip into his neck so that, if he ever got lost, I could find him.

Walter: I have a terrible headache, and a sudden craving for chicken wings.

UnearthedEdit

Walter: Hello, I'm Dr. Walter Bishop. This is test subject number six.
Peter: What happened to subjects one through five?
Walter: I believe the university settled with them out of court. They probably never had to work again. Not that they could.

Johari Window [2.11]Edit

Olivia: I ran into a guy from high school this morning. You should have seen the look in his eyes when I told him what I did.
Peter: Like chicks with guns turned him on?
Olivia: More like I was a freak. Like I had suddenly grown a third eye. Ever get the feeling that doing this job makes you less and less normal?
Peter: [chuckles] Absolutely!

Olivia: [to Peter] You had no choice. The first time I killed someone, the guy was a trained killer. If I hadn't pulled the trigger, I would be dead. I still didn't sleep that night, or the next. I'm just saying the first time is rough.

Walter: It's remarkable how Rose was willing to expose her secret to right a wrong. Brave of her.
Peter: You did something brave, too. The way you spoke up for those people. You didn't have to do that. I'm proud of you.
Walter: I'm glad you choose to see me the way you do. Very glad, indeed.

What Lies Below [2.12]Edit

Peter: Were you able to get a hold of Rachel?
Olivia: No. I didn't try. She just went through all this stuff with me in the hospital, and she's still having nightmares about me being dead. What's the point of scaring her again? We are going to get out of this.
Peter: That's just like you. Even now you're protecting her. I thought that was the point of having people that cared about you in your life: to have someone to talk to when you're scared.

Peter: Give me the gun Olivia.
Olivia: Peter, they're going to shoot you.
Peter: They're gonna kill us all anyway. The cure is out there. They're lying to us. And you locked me in here.
Olivia: Uhh!
(Peter attacks Olivia and starts to choke her)
Peter: You betrayed me!
(Olivia forces him off and he rams her into the wall as her pistol fires. Peter knocks it out of her hand. Olivia kicks him right where it hurts)
Olivia: Uhh! (diving for her dropped pistol below a vehicle)
Peter: (steps on her arm) Hyuh!
Olivia: (in pain) Agh!
Peter: (after grabbing the pistol, he aims it at her) Stay down.

Peter: I'm sorry.
Olivia: You weren't yourself.
Peter: It's lucky for me that you were.

Astrid: Walter. Inside, upstairs, when you said "I can't let Peter die again." What did you mean by that?
Walter: Some things are meant to be left alone, Agent Farnsworth.

The Bishop Revival [2.14]Edit

Walter: Oh, nonsense. Purple never goes out of style. And the day may come sooner than you think. Do you think she'll call me Dad?
Peter: Who?
Walter: Agent Dunham!
Peter: My guess would be no. [approaching Olivia and Manning]
Walter: Don't look at me like that. She's just what you need. Someone who can see right through you. Agent Dunham, don't you look lovely today? Doesn't she look lovely, Peter?
Peter: [smiling, appeasing Walter] You look lovely, Agent Dunham.

Jacksonville [2.15]Edit

Peter: [on the phone] You've got to be kidding me.
Olivia: Congratulations, Mr. Bishop. You've just won an all expense paid trip to New York City.
Peter: I thought I told you people to take me off your contestant list.
Olivia: Not according to our records. [smiles] It says here that you're a fan of fine dining and excitement!
Peter: Do you have a supervisor? Anybody there I could complain to, because this has to stop.
Olivia: Did I mention there's excitement?
Peter: [hangs up] Walter, wake up. We just won an all expense paid trip to New York City.
Walter: That's fantastic! I've never won anything before.

Astrid: What am I looking for?
Walter: Anything that looks like it doesn't belong.
Astrid: I think this qualifies. Richard Nixon on a silver dollar.
Walter: That's disturbing.
Astrid: So when you separate them, Walter, how are you going to tell them apart?
Walter: Mr. Pratchett from over there was married, he was wearing a wedding ring.
Astrid: So as far as his wife will ever know he just disappeared? That is so sad. Wow, look at this. It's a double-decker car! Does this mean they drive these over there?
Walter: I suppose so.

Olivia: I have a freakishly good memory. I remember everything. Not this. There's just nothing that's familiar.
Peter: Maybe that's a good thing.

Walter: I think I'm starting to understand why the process didn't work. You are different. You're not that frightened child anymore. I thought all we needed was a heightened emotional response from you, but I was wrong. We needed a specific one: fear! And you're not capable of that anymore. Not like she was. What we did to you, you found a way to protect yourself. You channeled your fear into anger, which is why you're so good at your job, but if you want to save those people you have to find your way back to that scared little girl.
Olivia: And how do we do that?
Walter: I don't know.
Olivia: [walks away and finds the room she was frightened in as a child, then sits in the corner]
Peter: Hey. Is this a part of Walter's test? Are you all right?
Olivia: No. I'm not afraid of anything anymore.

Broyles: The largest building on this list has what, five hundred people?
Olivia: So you think we should just let the building disappear. Let those people disappear.
Broyles: There are times when the only choices you have left are bad ones.

Peter: Olivia, you... [pauses] I've never met anyone, who can do the things that you do.
Olivia: Peter, I'm scared.
Peter: Don't be. [they lean in to kiss each other, but Olivia pulls away] What's wrong?
Olivia: Peter, I'm scared! [runs out of the room, up to the roof to find the shimmering building]

Walter: Where are you going?
Peter: Me? I'm going out for drinks.
Walter: Who are you drinking with?
Peter: Olivia.
Walter: Agent Dunham?! A date?
Peter: No, just drinks. Apparently that's what normal people do. They go out for drinks. If you need to reach me, I'll leave the number of the restaurant right here, okay?
Walter: [knocking] She's here, Peter.
Peter: I know. I heard it, too.
Walter: Shall I get the door?
Peter: Absolutely not. In fact, it would be my preference if you could be someplace else altogether.
Walter: Oh, where?
Peter: Chicago? [opens door] Hey, come on in. I know a great place that's just a couple blocks away. I thought we could walk.
Walter: [notices Olivia looking at Peter as he shimmers] Agent Dunham.
Peter: I'll go get my coat.
Walter: Olivia, please don't tell him.

Peter [2.16]Edit

Elizabeth Bishop: Bring him back to me.
Walter: I promise.

Young Peter: You're not my father, are you?
Walter: Of course I am. Who else would I be? And I'm going to make you all better.

Walter: I realized at that moment that despite what I'd promised, what I fully intended to do, that I could never take Peter back. The way she looked at him. I saw in her what I feared most in myself when I saw him: I couldn't lose him again. It was the first hole, Olivia. The first breach. The first crack in the pattern of cracks. Spaces between the worlds. And it's my fault. You can't imagine what it's like to lose a child.

The Man From The Other Side [2.19]Edit

Walter: Peter! [laughs] They told me you’d be alright, but I was so worried, son.
Peter: There was another man on that bridge. When Newton’s device started to work, I saw him there. Just, walking down the bridge. He had to have been from the other side. You said that the affects of Newton’s vibrations would be devastating. And… They were, they destroyed that FBI agent, they just… they disintegrated him, like he wasn’t even there. But they didn’t kill the man from the other side. And they didn’t kill me. I’m not from here, am I? You didn’t just open up a hole to the other side… You went through. And you brought me back. That’s why I was able to survive Newton’s device. That’s why I can’t remember my childhood.
Walter: You were dying, Peter —
Peter: That’s why my mother committed suicide. Isn’t it? She knew, didn’t she? And when I left, the guilt was too much for her to live with. The lie.
Walter: Peter, you need to understand, son —
Peter: I understand, Walter. I understand everything now.
Walter: Son —
Peter: I am not your son! I’d like to be alone now.

Brown Betty [2.20]Edit

Walter: [to Olivia] I've spent my life making things that bring joy and happiness to make the world a better place. Bubble gum, that was one of my first. Flannel pajamas. Ah, rainbows! And my latest project -- singing corpses!
(Three cadavers on nearby tables sit up and begin to sing while Walter directs.)
Corpses: Who can take a sunrise? Sprinkle it with dew....Cover it with choclate and a miracle or two...The Candy Man, oh the Candy Man can. The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good!
[Corpses lie back down.]
Walter: Why not bring a little life to the dead I say!

Northwest Passage [2.21]Edit

Walter: The Hadron Super Collider is less complicated than that infernal dishwater.
Astrid: Next time, don't use laundry detergent, and the dishwasher will work fine.

Sheriff Mathis: You're FBI, huh? What exactly is a civilian consultant?
Peter: Sometimes people with certain areas of expertise can offer them to the Bureau on a consulting basis. My area of expertise is...weird.
Deputy Ferguson: You mean difficult to explain?
Peter: No, I mean the strange, the inexplicable.

Over There (Part 1) [2.22]Edit

Alt. Charlie: I was thinkin' 'hey, maybe a slow day', it being Saturday and all. No rest for the wicked.
Alt. Olivia: Oh, you're not wicked, Charlie. You just pretend really really well.

Over There (Part 2) [2.23]Edit

William Bell: Uh, excuse me, excuse me. Don't I know you from...somewhere? Oh, I have it, you're agents. Fringe Division. You work for the secretary.
Alt. Charlie: Sorry, sir, we're in a bit of a rush.
William Bell: I'd imagine you would be. Chaotic times, aren't they? Chaotic times. I...I'm sorry, the secretary and I are old friends. I'm William Bell. I see you're carrying the '76 power side-arms. I designed those, you know....
Alt. Olivia: Um, I'm sorry, Mr. Bell, but we have to...
William Bell: The '76 models don't have the phase repeater. That's a design flaw.

William Bell: They also don't have the pulse function, which I am putting in the '77.
Alt. Olivia: Excuse me, sir.
[Alt. Olivia and Alt. Charlie push past William Bell]

Walter: Hello, William.
William Bell: Walter.
Walter: I see you've aged.
William Bell: It appears I'm not the only one.

Olivia: I don't think that he can. I mean, not without you. Peter... you don't belong here.
Peter: No, I don't belong here. But I don't belong there, either
Olivia: Yes, you do. I have thought of one hundred reasons... why you should come back. To -- to fight the shape-shifters, to take care of Walter, to -- to save the world. But in the end... you have to come back. Because you belong with me.
[Olivia approaches Peter and they kiss]

Season 3Edit

Olivia [3.01]Edit

Walternate: [speaking to Brandon] You and I know something that many lives and many more dollars have spent to keep secret: that we are at war. At war with another universe populated by creatures that have damaged the very fabric of reality. All around us our world is under attack. Somehow this girl came here. Somehow she is equipped to move through universes. We need her to help us understand this skill, because if we can do it, we can win this war. And if not, soon there will be nothing left to protect.

Alt-Broyles: No, sir, not yet. Shore patrol said there's no way she could have made it across. The currents are impossible this time of year.
Walternate: What do you think?
Alt-Broyles: I think from what I know about Olivia Dunham, she's the one person I would bet on who could survive.
Walternate: Then find her.

The Box [3.02]Edit

Alt-Olivia: Who's Bone-oh?
Newton: It's Bono, actually. He's a musician.

Walter: For a catastrophic explosion like that I imagine he has some sort of surgical implant. Dental surgical crowns, if they were to resonate at just the right frequency...I always hated dentists.

Walter: Belly and I spent days discussing the distant crossing the line. 'Only those who could risk going too far can possibly know how far they can go' was Belly used to say.

Walter:...this type of auditory phenomenon, taken to its ultrasonic extreme, can be fatal, and the way it affects the brain, it could well have induced some type of vegetative trance before death... ...silent but deadly. Speaking of which, you might like to take a step away! (to Peter)

The Plateau [3.03]Edit

Walternate: [speaking of Olivia] She can move between worlds. We discovered some ways to cross over, but each comes with their own dangerous consequences, but she -- she can cross without harm.

Peter: [appearing to Olivia in a vision] You know why you didn't die today, right? Because you didn't know the protocol. If you had stopped for oxygen, you'd be dead right now, but you did something that he couldn't factor in. You kept running. You know why you did that. It's the same reason why you thought you saw Walter in the hospital. It's the same reason you think you see me now. You're not from this world, Olivia. You're not her.
Olivia: You're not real.
Peter: [smiles] Real is just a matter of perception. I am here, and I'm a part of you that you have to hold on to. You can't forget who you are, Olivia. You can't forget where you're from. You can't forget this. [kisses her softly]

Do Shapeshifters Dream of Electric Sheep? [3.04]Edit

Walter:Dear God. How can you be so limited? When William Bell created this company, he knew one thing to be true. Brain and the mind are capable of so much. Don't you see that the brain is consciousness, hmm? The mind is god! There are no limits, except for those that we impose on ourselves. Open your eyes. Open, open. Inspiration is everywhere. Do you know how lucky you are to play in this sandbox?

Amber 31422 [3.05]Edit

Walternate: Olivia Dunham has agreed to submit to the tests developed by Science Division. As I've said, these tests are stressful. If she becomes unstable in any way --
Alt-Broyles: If I see any unusual behavior, I'll let you know.
Walternate: Nature doesn't recognize good and evil, Philip. Nature only recognizes balance and imbalance. I intend to restore balance to our world. Whatever it takes.

Peter: [speaking to Olivia in a vision] It makes sense now, doesn't it? Why they needed you to take that test voluntarily. Why they needed you to believe that you were their Olivia. They know you can cross over. You've done it before. That's how you ended up here in the first place.

Peter: [speaking to Olivia in a vision] You know why you let him go, don't you? It's because you can understand what he's going through. Trapped in that amber, just like you're trapped over here. The only difference is, nobody's going to save you. Only you can save yourself. You listened to me about the case. I don't understand why you won't listen to me about this. Why do you refuse to believe who you are? Why do you want to deny the truth about yourself?
Olivia: You can't prove anything!
Peter: But I know things.
Olivia: You're in my head.
Peter: Exactly. Which means you know things, too. Things about the other side. Things you couldn't possibly know unless you'd been there. Unless you were from there.
Olivia: Like what?
Peter: On the other side the Twin Towers have fallen. On the other side your sister Rachel is still alive. She lives in Chicago, her husband took a job there. They live at 1934 Sherman Way.
Olivia: See, now you're lying, because we hate Chicago --
Peter: On the other side your beautiful niece Ella is alive. She was born and it's her birthday today. She turned seven.
Olivia: There's no way to prove it.
Peter: Yes, there is.

6955 kHZ [3.06]Edit

Walter: You are continuing to work on this infernal device; the one depicted in the blueprints!
Peter: That's correct. I'm running diagnostics.
Walter: I thought I made my position clear. I do not want to find out what it's purpose is! You have no idea what it does! You might as well be building a nuclear bomb in my lab!
Peter: I don't think that's entirely fair, do you?
Walter: Well, fine! If you end up breaking the universe, this time it's on your head!

Walter: The human brain is a miracle. Our most resilient organ. A storage unit for almost everything you have ever known, seen, felt. It's all still in there, whether or not you're conscious of that.

The Abducted [3.07]Edit

Entrada [3.08]Edit

Broyles: Dr. Bishop, any thoughts to how she would cross to the other side?
Walter: No. Nothing. And I have no idea how to bring our Olivia back. It's all because of that temptress! She tricked my son with her carnal manipulations and he fell right into her vagenda!
Astrid: Vagenda?
Walter: Like Mata Hari, using her feminine wiles to accomplish her evil ends, and I, too, fell prey. She used my stomach to get through to my heart.

Peter: I'm sorry, Olivia.
Olivia: Don't apologize. You were the only thing that got me through. If it wasn't for you I would never had made it back. You saved my life.

Broyles: Don't shoot yourself.
Walter: No gun for me.
Broyles:Good idea.

Marionette [3.09]Edit

Peter: Olivia? Are you okay? What is it?
Olivia: You know what Barrett said? He said that he looked in her eyes and he knew it wasn't her.
Peter: Olivia...
Olivia: I understand the facts. I know that she had rims of information about me; about my life and about people who were close to me. And I understand if she stepped off, she would have a perfectly reasonable explanation for it. And I guess to expect you to have seen past that, perhaps is asking a little too much. When I was there, I thought about you. I knew you were just a figment of my imagination. I held on to you. It wasn't reasonable and it wasn't logical, but I did it. So, why didn't you? She wasn’t me. How could you not see that? Now she’s everywhere. She’s in my house, my job, my bed, and I don’t want to wear my clothes anymore, and I don’t want to live in my apartment, and I don’t want to be with you. She’s taken everything.
Peter: I'm sorry.

The Firefly [3.10]Edit

Peter: I just want to try to explain the book.
Olivia: You don't have to.
Peter: She asked me what my favorite book was. I understand that she probably wanted to just gather information about me, but I also know that I am not the easiest guy get to know. It was always easier for me to keep people in arms length. That's actually something that we both have in common. Book wasn't meant for her. It was meant for Olivia Dunham that I spent the last couple of my years with. Because I wanted you to read it. You're the person I wanted to share it with.
Olivia: You know, I feel like Rip Van Winkle. Everything is different. Even you opening up to me is different. And this book is just a reminder of all the things that I have missed, conversations we didn't have...

The Observer: When the time comes, give him the keys and save the girl.

Peter: Give me the keys and save the girl.

The Observer:It must be very difficult.
Peter: What?
The Observer:Being a father.

Walter: Every time the Observer shows up, it has something to do with you. And every time; something bad.

Olivia: So why is this book your favorite book?
Peter: Because it talks about not depending on other people for answers. You can only find the answers inside yourself. Which given our current situation, it's kinda of amusing, if you think about it.

Reciprocity [3.11]Edit

Peter: I know you want to help me, but I don't think you can this time. You can't protect me from everything.

Walter: I think I know what's happening to you. Every relationship is reciprocal, Peter. When you touch something, it touches you. It changes you. When you touched the machine, it changed you, weaponized you.
Peter:So what do we do now, Walter?
Walter: I don't know.

Walter:...It's a blocked Eustachian tube, and it's a perfectly natural reaction. Any flavor will do, although I'm rather partial to grape.

Walter:It's song lyric. Fauxlivia ruined U2 for all of us.
Nina Sharp: Fauxlivia?
Peter:That's what Walter's calling her now. Fauxlivia; as in fake Olivia.

Olivia: It's bigger than I imagined.
Peter: I suppose, it's just big enough to destroy a couple universes.

Concentrate and Ask Again [3.12]Edit

Sam Weiss: I'm not your problem. Peter Bishop is.

Simon(Cortexiphan Man):The tall one thinks you're hot.

Simon: No one should know exactly what else someone is thinking.
Olivia:Probably not, but I wouldn't mind having that ability right about now.

Peter: Olivia, I wanted you to know that I noticed the differences. But I thought it was because of me, because of us. I thought that I was bringing out a different side in you. But it was never because I wanted to be with her more, because I don't.

Walter: Umm...I feel nauseated.
Peter: Yeah, this is pretty disgusting, even by our standards.
Walter: I'm not talking about the body; I fear I may have broken wind inside my suit.

Olivia: It just makes me wonder if he feels the same way. And, I would understand if he did. I was her for a while, and she's like me, only better.
Nina Sharp: Oh, Olivia!..
Olivia: No, I mean, she still has her mother, and she wasn't experimented on as a child, and she can laugh, she has real friends, she even wears a dress every once in a while.
Nina Sharp: Yes, but even so, you don't know what Peter is thinking.

Walter: Why would anyone kill a scientist? What did we ever do?

Immortality [3.13]Edit

Walternate: If you had asked me a week ago, I would have told you I would do anything to save our world, when in fact, there are lines I simply cannot cross. Does that make me weak?

6B [3.14]Edit

Peter: What's the occasion Walter?
Walter: Nothing special. It has been weeks without any new cases, which has somehow translated into never seeing Olivia, and I, for one, miss her.

Peter: He wants us to spend time together.
Olivia: The three of us?
Peter: No, just the two.

Peter: I've seen what the two of us together looks like, and it's beautiful.
Olivia: Peter, she's the one who took it away from us, not me.
Peter: And now? Who's the one stopping us now?

Peter: Hey - Cupid!
Walter: Did my plan work?
Peter: Well, if your plan was to make things even more awkward and painful between Olivia and I, yeah, it worked like a charm.
Walter: Perhaps I should have made frittata.

Mrs. Merchant: If the impossible is possible, who's to say that I someday won't see him (her husband) again?

Walter: There's no such thing as ghosts.
Peter: That's where you draw the line? Ghosts?

Olivia: Do you really think this is the end of the world as we know it?

Walter: Like the other universe, our world is starting to come apart at the seams.

Olivia: Maybe I'm just incapable of being vulnerable.
Peter: Olivia, you know that's not true.
Olivia: I'm terrified. That this is just who I am.

Subject 13 [3.15]Edit

Message from Young Peter: I am going home.

Young Peter finds Young Olivia in the white tulip field.
Young Olivia: But, how did you know I'd come here?
Young Peter: Because it was the only drawing that looked happy.

Young Peter: I know that I sound crazy, but I'm not. I'm not crazy.

Os [3.16]Edit

Peter: Your turn now.
Olivia: Okay, I got one. You know when we're watching TV and you start to rub my back and you're not really paying attention because you're kind of distracted...
Peter: Yeah...
Olivia: And you, uh, turn your hand in a circle just over and over and over....
Peter: Well, I wouldn't say that's exactly how it is, but yes, I know what you're talking about.
Olivia: It's kind of like you're burrowing through the muscle right into the bone.
Peter: I think I get the point.
Olivia: Okay. I don't like it.
Peter: I had no idea(!). Okay, no more burrowing.
Olivia: See? I love this full disclosure. Why didn't we make this agreement earlier?

Peter: What exactly am I looking for here Walter?
Walter: Anything that is related to gravity. I think I remember seeing a file on floaters in there. Of course, it could have been from a period when Belly was in search of the perfect bowel movement.
Astrid: Charming.
Walter: Everybody poops, dear.

Walter: Hold still you infernal creature!

Stowaway [3.17]Edit

William Bell: I understand that this could take some time getting used to. Imagine how I feel, I never knew that a bra was so binding.

Walter: Even if we were able to transfer your consciousness safely inside Gene, there are matters to conisder.
William Bell: We would commuicate through my brain waves. You'd hook me up to an EEG machine and decipher my thoughts.
Walter: It could work. But still, I'd have to milk you.
William Bell: Well, we could asign Astrid.

Lincoln: If Dana Gray is stealing people's souls as they die...
Peter: Then why is she so committed to saving lives?

Bloodline [3.18]Edit

Lincoln: All right, you just look at me. You don't think about an hour from now, you don't think about a minute. You're gonna focus on this moment, ok? It's just you and me.

Charlie: Fringe Division! Hands on the wheel! Get out of the car!
Henry: Which one is it?
Charlie: Out of the car!

Lincoln: Where is she?
Henry: How would I know? I didn't expect that she would come back here.
Lincoln: What do you mean, 'back here'?

Lysergic Acid Diethylamide [3.19]Edit

William Bell: You tell Walter, I knew the dog wouldn't hunt.

Peter: I don't understand. If this is a projection of everything in Olivia's mind, then why is everyone turning against us? When she came to us in the lab, she asked for help.
William Bell: What I'm starting to think is that when my mind entered hers, her ego became confused, her sense of self.

Walter:Astro, are we ready?
Astrid: Just about, Wally.

Broyles:What?
Peter: You're bald. I think he's an observer!

6:02 AM EST [3.20]Edit

Peter: [lying in bed, hugging Olivia close] What time is it?
Olivia: It's 6:30 in the morning.
Peter: Oh God.
Olivia: And, uh, your father is walking around the house naked.
Peter: [chuckles] Oh, yeah. It's Tuesday. He always cooks naked on Tuesdays.
Olivia: Is that safe?
Peter: Nuh-uh, and it's not pretty either, but you get used to it.
Olivia: [whispers] I could get used to this. This is my favorite time of day: sunrise. The world is full of promise.

Astrid: You sure you don't want me to call Olivia?
Peter: If it doesn't work, she's going to find out soon enough. Just tell her that...
Astrid: Whatever it is, you tell her yourself.

The Last Sam Weiss [3.21]Edit

Olivia: Walter, what if I can't do it? What if I can't turn it off?
Walter: I have known you for a long time, Olivia, and I believe that the drawing was no accident. Whoever did it knew the same as I do: that you don't fail.

Peter: Ready?
Olivia: No. You?
Peter: No. [holds out his hand for Olivia to take and smiles] Don't say I never took you anywhere.

Olivia: Peter, I love you.

Sam: Generations of knowledge have been bestowed upon me, but no one said anything about the other side turning the machine on first.
Olivia: Okay, Sam, I'm going to make this easy. I am armed, and I want you to take me to the key NOW.

The Day We Died [3.22]Edit

Peter: I want Walter. I want you to grant him a temporary furlough so he can help us on the case.

Walter: I didn't realize how much I missed swivel chairs. I also missed swiveling.

Peter: Olivia Dunham, my wife, was everything to me.

Walter: Our destiny was set the day we triggered the machine. I didn't understand until it was too late that our... two worlds were inextricably linked. Without one, the other simply cannot exist. When their world was destroyed, that was the day we sealed our fate. For all intents and purposes... that was the day we died.

Walter: This time you have to make different choice. And if something goes wrong, Olivia would be available to...
Peter: Walter; Stop [hold back his tears] Olivia is dead.
Walter: But she won't be. Not there.
Peter: The machine? I turned that on 15 years ago.
Walter: And all the time I sat in prison, I couldn't figure out where it came from. I knew the pieces were buried millions of years ago, but how did they get there? So deep in the past. But now I understand. I sent them there. The hole in central park. I sent them back through time. Peter, you can stop the destruction before it occurs.
Peter: If that's the case, just don't send the machine back. They will never discover it and I'll never destroy the other universe.
Walter: No no no. Dosen't work that way. I have already done it. And I have no choice but to do it again.
Peter: Walter that doesn't make any sense.
Walter: It does. It is a paradox. I can't change what happens because it's already happened. But you can make a different choice within what happened. I simply need to find a way to bring your consciousness forward to now, so that you can witness what will happen if you make the same choice. Peter, for all I know, it can be happening already. Don't you see, we can fix everything. We can cheat the rules of time.
Peter: Imagine the repercussions.
Walter: It can't be worst than this. It can't be worst than this.

December (Observer): You were right. They don't remember Peter.
September (Observer): How could they? He never existed. He served his purpose.

Season 4Edit

Neither Here Nor There [4.01]Edit

Lincoln: That's my partner.
Olivia: I understand how you feel.
Lincoln: You're some division coming in here and taking over? You won't even tell me who you are?
Olivia: I can assure you that this case will take top --
Lincoln: Have you seen the suspect before? Do you know who he is?!
Olivia: I'm not at liberty to discuss it.
Lincoln: This is my partner we're talking about here! Maybe you can't understand that. I'd like to talk to someone else.
Olivia: There is no one else. There is just me.

Electrician: Mister, I think I found what you're looking for. Electron gun from a 58-R RCA. I had to take apart the cathode ray tube to get to it, so I'm going to have to charge you full price for the TV.
September: Yes. [holds up red switch] I will take this as well.
Electrician: Mind my asking what you need all this stuff for?
September: I need to erase someone from time.

Lincoln: [referring to Walter] Is he all right?
Olivia: That depends on your definition of all right. He's functional, except when he's not. But he's often quite brilliant. Just never had anything to tether him to the world.

Lincoln: You're not returning these people to their families?
Olivia: We can't do that.
Lincoln: Why not?
Olivia: Because we can't disclose how they were killed. The families are informed that they have gone missing and we will continue to look for them --
Lincoln: You lie to them.
Olivia: Look, I'm sorry, but --
Lincoln: You understand what you're saying? Those families are going to spend the rest of their lives wondering what happened to their loved ones. Looking for answers. Can you imagine what that would be like? To have that -- that hole in your life.
Walter: People die. It happens. Sometimes they even die twice.

Olivia: What you said before. I know what it's like to have a hole in my life. It's been there as long as I can remember. I told you about the incident on the plane? After that Broyles asked us to join Fringe Division, and somehow I knew that this is where I would find --
Lincoln: What?
Olivia: My answers.

One Night in October [4.02]Edit

Fauxlivia: What you said to John about your stepfather? You were trying to open him up.
Olivia: Yes. It's also true.
Fauxlivia: So what happened to him?
Olivia: My stepfather? I killed him.

Olivia: He knows what she taught him, but he can't remember who she is. How is that possible?
Broyles: At the risk of sounding sentimental, I've always thought that some people leave an indelible mark on your soul. A mark that can never be erased.

Alone in the World [4.03]Edit

Subject 9 [4.04]Edit

Walter: Belly always theorized that the cortexiphan children would share a psychic link; a deep emotional bond because of their shared experience. Maybe this person is trying to reach out to you and the harmful side effects are unintentional.
Olivia: Why me and why now?
Walter: I can't answer that, but I can say that some of the children didn't handle the treatments as well as you did. Some had adverse reactions emotionally. You were always the strongest. The others recognized that. You were always their favorite.

Olivia: [bandaging Walter's hand] I'm sorry. Does that hurt?
Walter: Not as deeply as my pride. Mysophobia. I haven't had an attack in years.
Olivia: It's curious, don't you think? The things that we see, that we investigate, and you don't bat an eye. Some harmless germs make you shake in your boots.
Walter: I suppose it is. Elizabeth, my wife, used to say I was a man of contradictions. She liked that about me. I liked everything about her. She committed suicide, did you know? After our Peter died. I'm glad she never knew me like this. I'm afraid of things I can't even see.
Olivia: Walter, I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight, either. What do you say to a rootbeer float?

Olivia: Walter, do you think we destroyed it? Do you think it's gone?
Walter: I can't be sure, Olivia. What you did may have compromised Cameron's ability. He may have just displaced it. You acted against all reasonable agreements and expectations. You behaved irrationally with regard to only your intuition and instincts.
Olivia: I guess I did.
Walter: When I do that people say I'm crazy. I suppose I've learned that crazy's a lot more complicated than people think.

Novation [4.05]Edit

Lincoln: Hey, Olivia. This photo of the girl with the riding ribbon, is that you?
Olivia: Yeah.
Lincoln: Okay. You're going to have to do better than that. Why does Nina Sharpe have your photo in her office?
Olivia: After our mother died my sister and I were due to go into the foster system. Instead, Nina pulled some strings and we went to live with her.
Lincoln: So the acting CEO of one of the richest companies in the world is your nanny.
Olivia: Something like that.

Peter: Walter, I know how strange this all is, how hard it must be for you, but I don't know what to do. Nobody remembers me here. Olivia looks at me like I'm a stranger; like she's afraid of me. I know what you're capable of. I need your help, Walter, to fix this.
Walter: Every day for the past twenty-five years, I've tried to imagine what you would look like as a man, my son, but I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you. I realize now this is my punishment. You were sent to tempt me, to see if I would repeat the mistakes of the past. You shouldn't be here.
Peter: Walter, no.
Walter: Wherever you came from, however you got here, it doesn't matter. I can't help you.
Peter: Walter, you don't understand.
Walter: I tried to help a boy. A version of my son twenty-five years ago. That boy was never my son, and neither are you.

And Those We've Left Behind [4.06]Edit

[Peter's dream sequence]
Olivia: [smiles as Peter strokes her face as she lies on the grass, eyes closed] I thought I'd gotten rid of you.
Peter: [laughs] I don't think so. It took three years until I finally got you. You're not getting rid of me that easy.
Olivia: Where'd you disappear to?
Peter: I was checking up on Walter. He found the swing set, and you know how he feels about Newtonian mechanics. [he smiles as they watch Walter swing]
Olivia: You know what this is.
Peter: The perfect day.
Olivia: Yes. The perfect day.
Peter: What's the problem Olivia?
Olivia: It's you, Peter. You are the problem.

Wallflower [4.07]Edit

Back to Where You've Never Been [4.08]Edit

Olivia: [Alarmed, having suddenly noticed an Observer, draws her gun and begins speaking simultaneously with September. ] Who are you? Show me your hands! How did you -- stop doing that! Who the hell are you?
September: I have come to tell you something, Olivia.
Olivia: How did you know my name? How do you know my -- [notices a chest wound] You've been shot.
September: I came to tell you I have looked at all possible futures, and in every one the result is the same: you have to die.

Enemy of My Enemy [4.09]Edit

Forced Perspective [4.10]Edit

Making Angels [4.11]Edit

Alternate Farnsworth: You care for him...like a father. My father...I cannot get the thought out of my mind that...that I couldn't give him what I wanted...because of...the way that I am. That he secretly wished I could love him back in a way that he could understand. Do you think if I were more like you he would have love me more? If I was normal?

Welcome to Westfield [4.12]Edit

[memory/dream sequence]
Olivia: I love you. Do you love me?
Peter: I do.
Olivia: Tell me. I want to hear you say it.
Peter: I love you.

Walter: [standing by Olivia he waves Peter over] Peter! [whispers] While collecting samples just down the road, I saw a sign for a place that serves delicious, homemade rhubarb pie. Who's hungry?

Olivia: What's she like?
Peter: Pardon me?
Olivia: [smiles] The other Olivia. I'm just curious.
Peter: I don't know. She's -- she's driven. She's very, very stubborn. She doesn't like to lose. She sees the best in people, even when they don't see it in themselves. When she first found me I was in Baghdad trying to run this scam on two Iranian businessmen.
Olivia: I didn't picture you as the scamming type.
Peter: [chuckles] That's what made me so good at it. Anyway, it was all supposed to be temporary. She told me I just had to babysit Walter while he was working on a case with the FBI, and when it was done I could leave back to my old life. Despite, of course, how gorgeous she is.
Olivia: Well, you've got good taste.
Peter: She gave me something that I hadn't had since -- really since my mom died. She gave me a place to call home. A place I'd want to go home.

A Better Human Being [4.13]Edit

Peter: [answers the door, smiling] Hey.
Olivia: Hey. [smiles] Um, this might be a little weird, but I was wondering if I could just come in and have a look around.
Peter: Yeah, of course. How you feeling?
Olivia: [looks toward the couch] That's where Walter used to sleep.
Peter: How did you know that?
Olivia: [turns to look at him] We had that case, that couple in apartment 6B, the woman who lost her husband. After I came back here and then we went upstairs. I remember.
Peter: That's not possible.
Olivia: Peter, I remember William Bell. I remember crossing over to bring you back. I remember Jacksonville and seeing you shimmer the first time we kissed. I remember you walking to the machine and getting inside and being scared that you were going to die.
Peter: I don't know what's going on, but something must be going on.
Olivia: I remember. I remember us. I remember everything.

Walter: I know what you're doing. I know what it's like to want something back that you love. I've succumbed to that temptation myself.
Peter: Walter, whatever's happening to Olivia, I'm not doing it.
Walter: I think you are, even without meaning to, and it's wrong, Peter.

Olivia: Look, in case you were wondering, it's hard for me too, you know. I keep expecting to see that look in your eye and it isn't there, or it is and you're pulling back.
Peter: As I'm sure you can understand, I'm confused.
Olivia: I'm confused, too. I feel incredibly close to you. I feel like I know you better than anyone else in the world, and when you look at me it's like none of that is true.
Peter: Olivia, I don't know what you want from me.
Olivia: I want you to behave naturally. I want you to treat me like you know me better than anyone in the world too, because you do.
Peter: [motions toward storage container] I think that's the one we're looking for.
Olivia: The last time I opened one of these it was rigged with Semtex.
Peter: You mean with John Scott?
Olivia: Yeah.
Peter: How did you know it was Semtex?
Olivia: Because when we were trying to figure out what happened to him we traced it back to a munitions trader in Hong Kong. Why?
Peter: Because I didn't know it was Semtex until right now.
Olivia: Okay.
Peter: Meaning Walter's theory can't possibly be right. I'm not projecting my memories onto you! You can't have memories that I've never had. I don't understand how this is happening.
Olivia: I don't understand it, either, but whatever this is, whatever the cause, I told you I'm not scared. I like the feeling.

Olivia: Now that the case is over, we would go back to one of each other's houses. I know that's what we would do. That was one of the things we would do. I know that. So now I don't know if I'm just supposed to ignore that for what you want, and I guess I just -- Peter, how do you want to play this? You don't have to answer now, I just want you to think --
Peter: Olivia. I'm thinking about it. It's all I've been thinking about. I'm afraid. Afraid because I've made this mistake before. I betrayed the Olivia that I love. What I'm really afraid of is when I look in your eyes I know it's you. I know it's you.

The End of All Things [4.14]Edit

Peter: It's not Nina working for them that worries me. I've been wracking my brain, why would Nina be dosing Olivia with cortexiphan? Then it occurred to me: the only person who's ever done anything like that, at least in my timeline, is David Robert Jones. Maybe he's trying to do the same thing again.
Walter: Do what?
Peter: Activate Olivia.
Walter: For what purpose?
Peter: I don't know. We could never figure it out, but maybe it's for the same reasons now.
September: [having appeared out of thin air] Yes. His goal is the same. [collapses]
Peter: [rushes to September's side] You! Talk to me! What do you know about David Robert Jones? What do you know about Olivia?
September: She needs you.

September: In my desire to witness the moment, I inadvertently distracted him from discovering it.
Peter: I already know all that. Walter told me, but what were you doing there?
September: It was important. You are important. It was why I could not allow you to drown at the bottom of Reiden Lake. It was necessary to allow the other Dr. Bishop to cure you instead. Despite my efforts to set things right, these actions only culminated to further corruption of the timeline. The war between the two universes, drastically altered destinies, brought about a child that was not meant to be.
Peter: What child?
September: Your son: Henry.
Peter: My what?
September: He was born to the wrong Olivia Dunham, due to a series of circumstances that never should have happened. This event would have irrevocably altered everything that was to come.
Peter: Henry. [smiles] I have a son.
September: Had. When you made the sacrifice to step into that machine, you were not the only one that ceased to exist; so would he. I believed at the time that would be the end of it. I can't explain, but it is clear that I was wrong. You have managed to return to physical form. I suspect this will provide an opportunity to set things right. She is the one. The Olivia Dunham from whom your shared future was meant to spring. This must be, and everything will be as it was intended. You must find a way. [becomes distracted] They are coming. You need to go.
Peter: What's happening?
September: There is no time. I am going to need you to do something for me.
Peter: I'm not doing anything until you tell me where to find Olivia.
September: For that you have only to go home.

Peter: First responders are on the way. You're going to be fine.
Olivia: No, that's okay. I'm feeling better now. I guess all the energy that I expended did a number on my nervous system.
Peter: Maybe, or maybe it was me. Just by being close to you, like Walter said.
Olivia: Walter isn't always right.
Peter: Neither am I. At the gas station, just before you got taken, you were ready to come home with me and I was ready to think that as okay, but it wasn't. It was a mistake. One that I promised myself that I'd never let happen again.
Olivia: This isn't what happened --
Peter: I saw her! I saw my Olivia. The one that I'm supposed to be with. The only one that I'm supposed to be with.
Olivia: Peter, I don't understand what's happening to me anymore than you do, but that doesn't change what I do know, what you know, that if you look at me, if you look into my eyes, then you can see that I am her.
Peter: No. No. You have her memories. You have my memories of her or your projection, but when I looked into your eyes, what I saw was what I wanted to see. I know she's out there. My Olivia in my timeline, waiting for me, and I let myself forget that. So I'm sorry, Olivia, but I'm sure Walter can fix you up somehow and give you back your life, but right now it's better if I stay away.
Olivia: Okay, Peter, I'm in love with you and I can't just turn that off now. I don't want to lose you. Where are you going?
Peter: Home. I have to go home.

A Short Story About Love [4.15]Edit

Olivia: I'm in love with Peter. I know it sounds absurd, and to you I hardly know him, but it's like I've known him my entire life and everybody, including him, keeps telling me that it's impossible.
Nina: Well, when Walter told me what you were going through: two sets of memories, two sets of experiences. He said the Cortexiphan dosing might be enabling you to remember things that Peter wants you to remember.
Olivia: But I can remember things Peter couldn't have known, like details or cases he wasn't on or names, places that he's never been. I mean, how can that be if he's controlling it? I don't know how this is happening, but I'm scared.
Nina: We're going to figure out what's happening to you, Olive. And as for Peter? All wound heal over time.
Olivia: I just wish that time would move quicker.
Nina: [teasing] Well, that's a coincidence, because we just filed a patent on that last week.
Olivia: It's so good to be with you. We should do this more often. [notices Nina's alarm] What's wrong?
Nina: We always have breakfast together on Saturday mornings. We were here last week. Are you saying you don't remember? I'm worried. You're having these experiences at what cost?

Walter: So what's in New York?
Peter: I told you, Walter, it's what's not in New York: Olivia.
Walter: I admire you, Peter.
Peter: And why is that, Walter?
Walter: I told you what the right thing ethically was to do: leaving Olivia. But I don't know that I would have had the strength to do it myself.
Peter: Is that your way of thanking me for taking your advice?
Walter: It's a particularly obtuse way to admit that you are a better man than I.
Peter: Na eisai enas kalyteros andras apo ton patera sou.
Walter: Is that Greek?
Peter: Yes. It means "be a better man than your father." It's something I was told a long time ago, but it is very strange to hear you say it.

Nina: How are you feeling?
Olivia: I'm okay. I talked to Walter.
Nina: What did he say?
Olivia: Well, it doesn't matter. I met a woman today. She just lost her husband and as she was talking about him and her marriage, as much as she wanted to be, she wasn't in love. As I was listening to her, I realized what she was saying: she had let go of he possibility of love, of finding love, and I could see myself in her. I didn't like who I was. All of these memories and feelings that I'm experiencing, they're from a better version of me. I just decided to let things run their course.
Nina: No, you've had an emotional day. You don't have to decide anything right now.
Olivia: I've made my decision.
Nina: You have so much in your life, Olive. Are you just going to let that all disappear? And be replaced by what? Memories of a life that you didn't live?
Olivia: Yes.
Nina: Well, how long do we have?
Olivia: I don't know. Neither does Walter.
Nina: Well my mother used to say "encourage the quest for happiness in your children, even if it takes them very far away from you."
Olivia: When the day comes, if I don't remember this, I want you to try and build something with me again. Don't give up on me. [Nina nods tearfully] I love you, Nina.
Nina: I love you, Olive.

Peter: I have tried everything that I can think of, everything that I know how to do to get back home, and none of it has worked. Nobody here can help me, but you can. I know you can. Please help me get back home.
September: You have been home all along.
Peter: I don't understand. I was erased.
September: There is no scientific explanation, but I have a theory. Based on an uniquely human principle, I believe you could not be fully erased because the people who care about you would not let you go, and you would not let them go. I believe you call it love.
Peter: And Olivia?
September: She is your Olivia.

Nothing As It Seems [4.16]Edit

Peter: You want to talk about it or should we just pretend that we already did? Olivia.
Lincoln: She's your Olivia. I get it. I mean, I don't really get it, that she could suddenly become this other version of herself. Different circumstances I might think that you were drugging her or doing something to her, but -- I don't know if she told you this, but when I first met her I had lost my partner Robert. He and his wife Julie, they had this incredible relationship. The way she looked at him. Olivia looks at you that same way. So why don't we just leave it at that.
Peter: You're a good guy.

Markham: Can I help you?
Peter: I hope so. The lady here is looking for a book called Lake of the Long Sun by Gene Wolfe, do you know him?
Markham: Are you kidding me? I worship him. [to Olivia] And a girl as beautiful as you who likes Sci-Fi is a girl after my own heart. I'm Ed, by the way.
Olivia: Olivia. [motions toward Peter] Sorry, taken.
Markham: All the best ones are. Story of my life.

Olivia: Okay, here's a good one. According to Mayan prophecies, a serpent rope will appear in the center of the Milky Way.
Peter: Is that when the world ends or when the aliens arrive? [smiles as he watches Olivia smile]
Astrid: Apparently that's when the celestial ship emerges and a bearded serpent god comes down to bring enlightenment.
Peter: No, actually the celestial ship turns into the serpent god.
Walter: [watching on from his microscope] It's perfect.
Lincoln: You mean no mutant porcupine man?
Walter: Hm?
Lincoln: My culture. It's clear?
Walter: Oh, no. No results. I was talking about them. I hadn't realized how much I longed for family.

Everything In Its Right Place [4.17]Edit

Dunham: Hey, do you want to settle a bet?
Agent Lee: Sure, if I can.
Dunham: What's your middle name?
Agent Lee: Tyrone.
Dunham: Seriously?
Agent Lee: [laughs] Yeah, it's my great-grandfather's name.
Dunham: Huh.
Agent Lee: Why?
Dunham: [arrives at the crime scene] What's up Tyrone?
Captain Lee: [turns around in surprise] How the hell did you -- [addresses Agent Lee] Hey.
Agent Lee: Hey.
Captain Lee: Why would you tell her that?
Agent Lee: You don't like Tyrone? I think it's a strong middle name.
Dunham: [laughs] He's been my partner for six years and yet he wouldn't tell me his middle name.
Agent Lee: My bad.

Dunham: Do you think this may have something to do with the vigilante cases PD has been working?
Captain Lee: My thoughts exactly. Local police received a dozen similar reports in the last few months: criminals going missing, junkies mysteriously vanishing, victims calling in claiming that their assailants were attacked mid-crime.
Agent Lee: Maybe Batman's moved to the Bronx.
Dunham: What's a Batman?
Agent Lee: The "Caped Crusader", the "Dark Knight." [sees two confused expressions] Billionaire playboy puts on a cape to clean up the streets of Gotham.
Captain Lee: Oh, you mean Mantis.
Agent Lee: Seriously? Your superhero is an insect?
Dunham: Oh, because nothing says badass like a flying rat.

The Consultant [4.18]Edit

Alt-Astrid: I don't like funerals. I never know what I'm supposed to say.
Lincoln: There's nothing you can say.

Walter: It's a miracle we made it in once piece! You drive like a daredevil.
Astrid: For the eleventh time, Walter, I drive the speed limit.
Walter: Most automobile fatalities occur between driving work and home.
Astrid: Yeah, so does most driving.
Walter: Ascot, look! It's my son and his girlfriend. I called your house last night, Peter. You didn't answer.
Peter: That's because I was out.
Walter: With Agent Dunham, I presume? Making up for lost time.

Walter: I guess this is it.
Dunham: [hugs Walter] Thank you for everything.
Walter: [speaking of Colonel Broyles] Don't judge him. No one can be certain exactly what they're capable of, how far they'll go, to save the ones they love. I know this more than most. Keep an eye on this universe, will you? I've grown quite fond of it. [leaves]
Dunham: See, I'm surprised that you're not going back with him.
Lincoln: I told you I'd help find the people who killed your partner and mine. Until we do that, I'm not going anywhere. Look, it might not feel like it now, but it does get better.

Letters of Transit [4.19]Edit

Simon: So what do you think, Ms. Sharp? Can you help fix him? [referring to Walter]
Nina: Of course, you understand the risks of wanting to save the world?
Simon: Well, they say he did it once before.
Etta: He and his team.
Nina: Yes, but not without great consequence.

Walter: [speaking of the Observers] They weren't all bad, you know. One of them even tried to help us. He was called September. What happened to him was unexpected. He told me that in the year 2609 AD they finally ruined the planet. They poisoned it: the air, the water, and when it was fundamentally uninhabitable, then they traveled back through time and took our planet from us.

Simon: You know, I think you're just what we've been waiting for: someone to show people that we don't just have to accept our fate. That we can fight back. That we can use our will and our imagination to make a better world, a better life --
Walter: In that case, a little more focus and little less pontificating, you might have the job done by now.

Astrid: William Bell? You just left him there.
Walter: You remember what he did to Olivia. Even you can't be that compassionate.

Worlds Apart [4.20]Edit

Dunham: Look, I appreciate what you guys have been doing to prevent closing the bridge, even if it's a long shot. The truth is, I like coming over here. Especially after it rains. [gets a confused look from Olivia] When my world started to break down the conditions in the atmosphere changed. Light doesn't reflect through moisture like it used to. I haven't seen a rainbow in over twenty years.
Olivia: I didn't know that.
Dunham: As our world began to repair itself I began to imagine the people from my side would begin to see them again. You know, something so beautiful, so perfect. I still find myself looking up after it rains.

Dunham: You know, there's a lot of things about you that I wish I had. There's a lot of things about you that I admire.
Olivia: That's funny, I was about to say the same thing about you. Keep looking up after it rains. Keep looking up.
Dunham: I will.

Brave New World (Part 1) [4.21]Edit

Peter: Medford?
Olivia: No.
Peter: Holliston.
Olivia: Um, only if I am being punished.
Peter: Woburn.
Olivia: Only if I'm dead.
Peter: All right. How about Lexington? Three beds, central heat and air, dog run? Did you know that I had a Lab when I was growing up?
Olivia: I thought you were allergic.
Peter: I was, but Walter made him non-allergenic. It's got a working fireplace in the bedroom.
Olivia: Nursery?
Peter: Nursery?
Olivia: Nursery.

Walter: What's he doing? [shouts to the emergency worker] No! Over by the second woman! The one that's still smoking! No, you ninny! The next one over!
Astrid: Walter, you are going to freeze. [buttons his coat]
Walter: Why must you always mother hen me? I'm quite capable of looking after myself.
Astrid: I know, but just humor me. Maybe I like doing it.
Emergency Worker: We're good. No airborne toxins.
Astrid: [watches as Walter goes under yellow tape] Walter! Don't forget your --
Walter: [turns around] I need my case.

Olivia: Walter, do you have any idea what just happened to me?
Walter: I can make an educated guess. Cortexiphan has given you certain kinetic powers: moving molecules so quickly that you can create spontaneous combustion, yes? Well, perhaps in this case you slowed the molecules down, causing her to cool down.
Olivia: But how did I do it?
Walter: I'm afraid I have no idea.

Olivia: I was thinking about that girl Jessica. One encounter with us and her child almost becomes an orphan. We deal with this every day. We're playing odds, Peter. What do you really think our chances are of having a normal life?
Peter: Olivia, I know you're scared about what happened in the lab yesterday.
Olivia: I don't know what's happening to me, what I'm becoming. I've got this power inside me that terrifies me because I don't understand it, and I just want it out.
Peter: Okay. We'll figure it out. Together.
Olivia: Is that a personal guarantee?
Peter: [kisses Olivia and rests his forehead against hers] After all we've been through, I will not lose you again, Olivia.

Walter: [to Peter and Olivia on the phone] You said that Agent Broyles was on site. Is he evacuating the area?
Olivia: Yes. One square mile from the center of the beam.
Astrid: Okay, Walter, the geologicals are coming in.
Walter: [retrieves printed document] Oh no.
Olivia: Oh no what?
Walter: I know I read something about this. Three months ago a subterranean oil reservoir was discovered below Beacon Hill.
Astrid: What does that mean?
Walter: Imagine putting a match to a can of lighter fluid. Unless we stop this soon, the sunbeam will essentially set Boston on fire from below. Peter, you should alert Agent Broyles. Tell him he will need to evacuate an area with a radius much wider than a mile.
Peter: How much?
Walter: All of it.
Peter: All of what?
Walter: Boston.
Peter: We'll call you back.

Brave New World (Part 2) [4.22]Edit

Olivia: At least now we know how you got shot. I've seen you shot before just like this. You came to me at the opera house. You said in every version of the future I would have to die.
September: I did not. Or I have not yet. I suspect I understand now. The conversation you are referring to has not yet happened for me. I must investigate the future and find out what I meant. I hope I get back to you in time.

Nina: I assure you if she knows anything, we will too.
Olivia: She took a chance at dying in that office building for whatever her mission is. She was counting on me to save her. They used Jessica to play on my sympathies, and then they used my feelings for Peter; my fear that Jones would kill him.
Nina: William always thought a lot about the powers Cortexiphan children might have.
Olivia: Why is he activating me now? Why is he doing this?
Nina: My dear, you may have a different set of memories now, but in your heart you're still the girl I knew. You've always had incredible compassion. It was your capacity for feeling that made William and Walter so sure that you would be the perfect candidate for the trials, and I don't know what it is but William must want -- no, needs something from you. Something only you can provide.

Peter: It's going to be okay.
Olivia: You know, for the first time, I don't think that it is. I remember being in that lab in Jacksonville with Walter and William and doing the Cortexiphan trials. I remember how it smelled, how I felt, how scared I was, how all alone I was, and now years later nothing's changed. I'm still that little girl and William Bell is still doing experiments on me. I'm still being used.
Peter: No, something has changed: this time you're not alone.

Walter: Excuse me, miss. Is that lemon jello?
Nurse: These are urine samples.
Walter: Oh, well in that case no thank you. I'm more peckish than thirsty.

Peter: [waves folded newspaper] I found one. It's perfect: Brookline, center hall, two stories.
Olivia: Peter --
Peter: I just figured after everything we've been through in the last couple of days -- the last couple of years -- I thought we deserved a little bit of normal.
Olivia: It's perfect.
Peter: I suppose that he was right, the Observer. I every version of the future you had to die, but I never want to lose you again. [they hug, but Peter notices Olivia's apprehension] What? Are you okay? Did the doctor tell you anything else?
Olivia: Actually, he did.
Peter: What?
Olivia: Peter, I'm pregnant.

Season 5Edit

Transilience Thought Unifier Model-11 [5.01]Edit

(the year 2036, after Walter, Peter and Astrid are freed from the amber after 20 years)
Peter: What time is it?
Astrid: a... it's around seven. I made some tea. And I found these in the fridge, their called egg-sticks.
Peter: Oh my God, what is that punishment food?
Astrid: Welcome to 2036.

Walter: Peter, you let me over sleep. You should've gone out way by now to find Olivia.
Peter: Nobody wants to find Olivia more than I do. But, you're gonna need some pants Walter.
Walter: I'm aware I'm not waring pants, Peter. I'm not an idiot.

(As Walter explains to Peter the plan he was carrying out to destroy the Observers when Olivia vanished, her pulls out an egg-stick from it's wrapping and bites it.)
Walter: Oh God (Spitting it out), what's that?
Henrietta: It's an egg-stick.
Walter: What a miserable future.

(Talking about the Observers)
Peter: What did they do to the park?
Henrietta: They paved it to build machines that pump carbon monoxide into the atmosphere.
Astrid: Why?
Henrietta: There's one in every continent. The air here is too oxygen rich for them. Few more years and the effects will be irreversible, to reduce the non-Observer life span to somewhere around, 45.

(In the search for Olivia, who is assumed to be trapped in the amber. They find that the bodies that were trapped there have been removed.)
Peter: So the Observers have Olivia?
Henrietta: No. Amber gypsies.
Walter: What on earth are amber gypsies.

Peter: Markham?
Edward Markham: Markham is dead. He died a heroes death (Picks up a gun). People were sad. He gave a life, saving a bus full of little children (Peter breaks down the door, as Edward fires a shot to the ceiling. And then Peter grabs the gun). Your alive....
Peter: Where is she?
Edward Markham: All of you....
Peter: Where is she?
Edward Markham: Why haven't you aged? How did you not age?
Peter: We know you bought her. (Peter notices the amber chunk on the floor that is being used as a table now, with Olivia in it.)
Edward Markham: I love her. From the first time she came into my book store. I never meant her any harm.
Peter: (Pointing the gun at Edward) How did you get her in here? You had to use a dolly or something.
Edward Markham: It's not supposed to happen this way. She's supposed to wake up and see me as her savior, when I figure exactly how to wake her up.

In Absentia [5.02]Edit

The Recordist [5.03]Edit

The Bullet That Saved The World [5.04]Edit

Walter: It's not as bad as I thought.
Olivia: Walter, is this what I think it is?
Walter: My cold storage of all the fringe events we ever encountered, dormant for twenty-one years. If we're going to find a diversion to get into the railway station, we'll find it here.
Peter: What do you suggest, Walter?
Walter: There was a time when we solved fringe cases. Now I think it's time we created a few of our own.

Olivia: Where did you get that?
Etta: I found it in our old house on Quincy Street. I wanted to remember things. I don't know. I just wanted to be there. It made me feel closer to you. It was looted; the entire block was. Upstairs in your bedroom, what used to be your bedroom, I found what was left of your old jewelry box. There was this matchbook inside and I shook it. Inside I found this. I figured it had to be important or you wouldn't have kept it.
Olivia: How long have you been wearing it?
Etta: Since I was thirteen. You want it back?
Olivia: No, no. I want you to keep it. Let me see it. [smiles] You know, your father used to call this the bullet that saved the world.

Broyles: When I heard that you were back, I tried not to, but I had to see you. Five years ago I got called to a crime scene outside the city. I saw Etta for the first time, and even though she was turned away from me I could have sworn I was looking at you. It wasn't until I told her who I was that she admitted the truth: that she was your daughter. Once I knew, I had her transferred to my section. I had a mind that I was going to look after her, but she taught me. She recruited me into the resistance. Taught me how to block them from reading my thoughts.
Peter: How long did that take?
Broyles: Nearly a year.

Olivia: Look at me. You're going to be okay.
Walter: Etta?
Olivia: We have to move you. Okay?
Etta: No. There's no point.
Peter: We're not going to leave you here.
Etta: You have to. You won't make it with me. I'll slow you down. You have to leave.
Olivia: Etta, I love you so much.
Etta: [smiles] I know.

Origin Story [5.05]Edit

Astrid: Hey, I ran into a bit of a fire hazard so there's no tape yet.
Peter: What is that?
Astrid: You see that white tubey thing? That is a propane tank for Walter's hibachi. And that see-through blob over there? That is a gallon of ethanol.
Walter: Abner, why did you leave the propane tank there in the first place?
Astrid: Someone wanted to cook bratwurst.
Walter: Well, why is the ethanol there and not in the cupboard?
Astrid: Because someone wanted to use the ethanol to clean the hibachi before they cooked the bratwurst.

Peter: I can feel you banging around inside there. But it doesn't matter what you find out, 'cause you and I both know... you're never walking out of here. Whatever the closest thing it is to fear that you can feel, I know that you're feeling it right now. You're not the only one with a skill for reading people.
Captive Observer: You don't even know what you don't know.
Peter: We'll see.

Captive Observer: I think of you as I would an ant colony as I pass by it. I don't care about the workings of the colony, why one ant is mad at or another or why one ant would kill another or not. To me, it is insignificant. And like an ant colony, you are oblivious to your limitations. You think the black over your head is dark skies... when it is really our shoe.

Through the Looking Glass and What Walter Found There [5.06]Edit

Walter: This is very important. Do not, under any circumstances... is that raspberry filling?

Walter: Don't you see? I'm not safe. It's my mind. Ever since the pieces of my brain were reimplanted, it's been changing me. Back into the man I was before, bit by bit. I'm losing myself, Pete. I'm losing the man that you helped me become.
Peter: Listen to me. I'm not going to let that happen. We need you. You are our only hope to defeat the Observers. And I'm going to be here with you every step of the way.
Walter: Please, son... don't let me go.
Pete: I won't, Dad.

Five-Twenty-Ten [5.07]Edit

Walter: The man I was before, he was consumed by ambition. By hubris. He never cared about anyone. All he cared about was walking with the gods. It's different this time. I'm different. I have Peter. He won't let me become that man again.

Walter: I'm scared, Nina. Every day that goes by, I feel him more and more. I'm losing myself. I'm becoming the man I was and just like before, everyone that I care about will be driven away and will suffer because of me.

Olivia: What have you done?
Peter: I used a toxin from Walter's cold storage. The flesh-eating toxin that killed everyone aboard Flight 627. Our first Fringe experience was their last.

The Human Kind [5.08]Edit

Olivia: Simone, you have a gift. You can see things that other people can't. I don't doubt that. But wherever you think this gift came from, or whoever you think bestowed it upon you, it's simply an anomaly. I know that because I'm an anomaly. I have moved things with my mind. I've lit things on fire. I've caught bullets midair. I've seen things that people only dream about. I've seen... the seams between universes ripped apart. Things that humans shouldn't see. People make up explanations, assign meanings to things without knowing, because it's reassuring, comforting. But I can't do that. Because I know too much. It's all just numbers. And the invaders, as you call them—— they're just better at math than we are.

Briggs: Got any money?
Olivia: Nope.
Stratton: [scanning Olivia] You don't need money. You are money.

Olivia: Etta's not gone, Peter. Windmark didn't take her.
Peter: Yes, he did.
Olivia: No, he didn't. She's still here with us.
Peter: She is dead.
Olivia: She saved my life today with the bullet she brought to us. She's alive inside us. And there's nothing that Windmark can do about it, because the love that we can share with her now is invulnerable to space and time, even to them. And I know that our hearts are broken and that it hurts, but that's what makes us human.
Peter: Emotion is our weakness.
Olivia: No, Peter, it's our strength, because it's the one thing that they don't have. Now, we need to hold on to our connection with Etta, feeling what we felt for her, or she dies all over again. And we cannot let her be erased. Peter— Peter, I'm not asking you to abandon her. I'm asking you to hold on to her. You're not one of them, you're one of us.

Black Blotter [5.09]Edit

Olivia: You okay?
Peter: Yeah, I just can't sleep.
Olivia: How are you feeling?
Peter: I had another one of those headaches.
Olivia: Can I get you something?
Peter: No. I got everything I need right here.

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