2.01 - A New Day In The Old Town

Peter: Walter. Come on. I don't need you to make me anything.

Walter: [pushing his cart along the aisles] I insist. 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: No. Before I ever became Chair of Bio-Chemistry at Harvard, which was after Oxford and M.I.T., I was sous-chef at the Bakersfield Food Lab.

Peter: Sous-chef?

Walter: Um-huh. Well, technically I worked under Seymour Brodien.

Peter: Am I supposed to know who that is?

Walter: He invented the Ho Ho!

Peter: [smiling] Of course he did... Walter, I want to leave this place. And I don't need you to make me a cake.

Walter: I'm not making you a cake... I'm making you a custard. It's my specialty.

Peter: I don't like custard. In fact, I've never liked custard.

Walter: As a boy, you loved it. You've just forgotten. Friday is your birthday. You deserve something wonderful.

Peter: Well, for my birthday, can I have 'getting the hell out of here'?

Walter: We need to celebrate... And make sure Agent Dunham can attend. I want to see her face when she eats my pudding.

Peter: That's disturbing.

 

Amy Jessup: Mister Bishop?

Peter: Yeah.

Amy: Agent Jessup. Hi.

Peter: Hi. [points] This is my father. Walter.

Amy: Yeah. I have a couple of questions for you.

Peter: How bad is she?

Amy: We don't know.

Peter: Excuse me? How do you not know?

Amy: Can you explain exactly what you do? You're some sort of special consultant...

Peter: Where's Charlie?

Amy: I'm sorry, Charlie who?

Peter: Agent Charlie Francis. Where is he?

Amy: I believe he's en route from Quantico. I'm the Agent-in-Charge.

Peter: Well Agent-in-Charge, where is Olivia Dunham?

Amy: Witnesses report that after the crash, a man was seen leaving the car on foot, but no one saw anyone leave the SUV. The doors are still locked, the seatbelts still buckled, the airbags deployed, but there's no identation - which implies no one was behind the wheel at the moment of impact.

Peter: Did you check to make sure the skid marks match the other vehicle?

Amy: Look, you still haven't told me what it is you do. You, Agent Dunham, your father. I checked with the Field Office. They said that all of you work is...

Peter: ...classified. And that you don't have access. I don't have time for this.

Amy: It's not that I don't appreciate petulance, Mister Bishop... But the sooner you cooperate...

Peter: ... I would love to cooperate as soon as you can find me an agent that can actually help me!

 

 

Peter: How did you find me?

Broyles: I work for the FBI... Where's your father?

Peter: My father is off in la-la land. Mixed himself up a really nice cocktail of Valium, Haldol, Seconal, and I think Lorazepam. Astrid is baby-sitting.

 

Rachel: You know she liked you, Peter. Did you know that?

 

Walter: Feel his anus. It's soaking wet. Expansion of the oral mucosa, the eyes, and the rectum to accommodate rapid fluid loss. If it's a virus, it obviously doesn't affect birds. Or people, at least not quickly. Agent, I need this body taken back to my lab.

Forensics: Hey, lunatic, this body's going to the morgue. (to Amy) Is he crazy?

Walter: (seeking intervention) Peter?

Forensics: Who is the Agent-in-Charge here?

Amy Jessup: I am. Take it wherever he wants.

Walter: Lovely.

Amy: (to Peter) Is he crazy?

Peter: Oh yeah.

 

Peter: You know, a lot of people would be scared by this. Most, actually.

Amy Jessup: There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt -

Peter: Oh, wow, really? Butchered Shakespeare.

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.

Amy: I think I've been waiting for you people my whole life.


Peter: [as the reach the lab door] You're coming up on your last chance to turn back.

Amy Jessup: Are you kidding?

Peter: Agent Jessup, welcome to Fringe Division. Astrid, Amy. Amy, Astrid. Nice haircut.

Astrid: Thanks. Hi.

Amy: Hello.

Walter: Oh, hello again. I need four bunsen burners, eight metal bowls yea big and a freezer.

Astrid: The bowls need to be sterilized?

Walter: It's not for the autopsy. It's for the custard. For Peter's birthday.

Peter: Walter, will you forget about the custard?

Walter: I refuse. Also rib cutters, toothed forceps, and a bone saw - for the autopsy. Not for the groceries.

 

Peter: 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 he thinks that I'm asleep, which is a little creepy.


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: [laughs] 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 it?

Olivia: No. Latin?

Peter: Mm-mm. Greek. My mother used to say that to me every night before I went to bed. [laughs] There really isn't a point where things just can't get weirder, is there?

Olivia: What does it mean?

Peter: It means 'be a better man than your father'. Walter was already gone. It was like a code between my mother and me. It meant keep your people close. Take care of the people you care about.

Olivia: Well you're good at that.

Peter: It's good to see you again, Olivia Dunham.

Olivia: It's good to see you too.

 

Walter/Astrid: Happy birthday, Peter! [laugh]

Walter: Look. Custard.

Astrid: Happy birthday, Peter.

[Peter chuckles and accepts a hug from his father.]

 

2.02 - Night Of Desirable Objects

Olivia: What?

Peter: [picks-up her cane and inspects it] Well... Just looking for the hidden ninja sword.

Olivia: [laughs] Well, that one wasn't covered by insurance.

 

Peter: You're also no good at letting people help you.

Olivia: Oh, I'll let you carry my suitcase.

 

Walter: Science is patience.

Astrid: [picks-up the frog] It's also slimy.


 

 

 

 

Walter: (philosphically) Well, we're all victims of our own gene pool. Someone must have peed in yours.


Walter: [receives the bag from the Sheriff] Wonderful!

Sheriff Golightly: Have you run across something like this before?

Walter: Absolutely not. The air here is quite auspicious! [breathes deeply] Makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck.

Sheriff Golightly: The air?

Walter: This! (evidence bag) It's a fresh mystery, pregnant with possibilities. Who knows where it may lead?

Peter: [looking at the scarecrow] I bet you he knows.


Peter: Well, this is wildly helpful. According to the Sheriff, the second person who disappeared - 'his mom makes a mean apple pie'.

Olivia: In case you were wondering, Andre Hughes is partial to flannel. He likes to wear flannel shirts, except, of course, in the Summer.


Peter: How's it going, Walter?

Walter: I plan to urinate in twenty-three 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. It seems the substance from Pennsylvania is a paralytic.

Peter: Which means that whoever took those people paralyzed them first, so they couldn't fight back.

Walter: Interesting theory. Very devious.

Peter: Do you think we can trace it, where it's from?

Walter: The base solution contains human D.N.A., 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: [hangs up phone] That was Olivia. Agent Jessup told her Hughes may have killed his wife and child seventeen years ago.

Walter: Oh, finally some good news. I assume we can dig them up. I haven't had any bodies to examine. Seven missing persons, no bodies.


 

 

 

 

 

Walter: The grave of a boy - who was not in his grave.


Walter: Peter, I've got it. Mrs. Hughes' womb. You were right. She did give birth.

Peter: I'm glad we got that settled.


Walter: Are you going fishing, son?

Peter: Yes. But not alone.

Walter: Oh, no. Who with?

Peter: Well, once upon a time, there was a young man, probably around ten or eleven, who got it in his head that he wanted to take his father fishing. So he saved-up all his money from his paper route and bought a very special lure.

Walter: Oh.

Peter: It's called the Night Of Desirable Objects. Sadly, his father was never really all that available to him, so, what started out as a would-be bonding experience - ended up with a young man fishing alone in a boat.

Walter: [inspecting the lure] And this young man gave this to you?

Peter: [laughing along with Astrid] Yes, Walter.

Walter: Can I come with you and your friend?

Peter: You know what Walter? I think that would make the trip.

Walter: Good... Good.

 

2.03 - Fracture

Peter: 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: Walter... What's going on?

Walter: This rather unpleasant young woman is interfering with my work.

Medical Examiner: Is he with you?

Peter: Yeah, but don't hold that against me.


Walter: Peter, do you remember that jigsaw puzzle we put together when you were a kid?

Peter: Uh... The jigsaw? No.

Walter: As I recall, her name was Melissa something. Five hundred pieces.

Peter: [knowing laugh] Yes. Yes, I do remember. Melissa was a Playmate. Miss July, right? Putting together a jigsaw of a nude centerfold was Walter's idea of how to explain - what was it? Human reproduction to his ten-year-old son.


 

 

 

Olivia: So... How'd you know?

Sam Weiss: The headaches started?

Olivia: Mm-hmm.

Sam: Well, it's about time.

Olivia: Can you just cut the Yoda crap and tell me what's happening to me?

 

 

Peter: [Peter bites in his burger, Gene moos loudly] The triggers...

Walter: (suddenly stiff) Peter, if you are going to eat that cheeseburger in here, could you at least be a little discreet?

Peter: [demonstrative - takes a large bite of his burger, Gene moos even louder; appeasing Gene, Peter stops and puts the burger down]

 

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


Astrid: What happened? It stopped.

Walter: I'm not sure. [The top of the melon suddenly explodes] (excited) It works!

Astrid: (from top to bottom splashed with melon juice) No more fruit, Walter.

 

2.04 - Momentum Deferred

Peter: (to Olivia) He (Walter) wants you to eat worms.

Walter: Not just worms, flatworms! [Astrid stops the blender] The thing is, Agent Dunham, I recalled an experiment that Belly and I did w-where we trained a handful of flatworms to respond to light. We then crushed them up and fed them to other worms. It was Belly's idea.

Astrid: (slightly disgusted) Because who wouldn't think to do that?

Walter: The point is that these other worms, without having been trained, began to respond to light. It seems the first worms transferred their memories to the other worms through ingestion.

Peter: Right, but that still has nothing to do with stimulating Agent Dunham's memory.

Walter: How will we know unless we try? That's why it's called an experiment, Peter.

Peter: Thanks. I know what an experiment is.

[Olivia slips away from the bickering and swallows a large gulp of the worm puree]

Walter: If Archimedes never decided to take a bath -

Astrid: Uh, guys?

Walter: [turns to see Olivia's situation] Astrid, water. (to Olivia) I was going to mix it with strawberries.

Astrid: [answers cell phone] "Bishop's Deli."

 

Peter: You know what this reminds me of? Did you ever see that movie - Invasion of the Body Snatchers?

Olivia: Which version - Don Siegel or Philip Kaufman?

Peter: [laughs] The remake. I remember when I saw that movie, I was so scared, I didn't sleep for a week. I was convinced that if I fell asleep, I was gonna be replaced by a pod person.

Olivia: Is this your way of trying to ask me if I'm scared?

Peter: No, of course not. I mean, I figure if you were scared, you'd tell me, right? Besides, I figure between the two of us, you're the one that carries the gun.


 

 

 

[Charlie buys a few Thermometers]

Store Clerk: Starting your own pharmacy?

 

William Bell: Momentum can be deferred, but it must always be paid back, in full. [...] As I once said to Walter, physics is a bitch.

 

2.05 - Dream Logic

Agent Kashner: [watching Walter] Seems pretty harmless.

Peter: Looks can be deceiving.

Agent Kashner: Buddy, I've been with The Bureau for three years. Flying your father home shouldn't be a problem.

Peter: Right. You'll want to keep his Sudoku pad handy. There's also a copy of Max Planck's book on entropy in his backpack. That should keep him busy for a couple hours. And whatever you do, under no circumstances let him drink.

Agent Kashner: Bit of a tippler, huh? (jokingly)

Peter: (seriously) No, at any given time, there's a good chance there's about a half dozen psychotropic drugs in his system, so drinking - it's not a good idea.

 

Peter: (privately to Olivia) You think he'll be alright?

Olivia: [grinning] Walter or Agent Kashner?


Walter: The ride back was invigorating. (excited) 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.

 

Peter: [Olivia stares at his M.I.T. t-shirt] What?

Olivia: Cute. Except in my case, I actually graduated. I'm guessing, uh, you bought yours to impress the girls.

Peter: Yeah, more or less.


 

 

Walter: Hold it steady, Agent Casper.

Agent Kashner: (to Walter) It's Kashner. (to Astrid) Do this kind of thing often?

Astrid: Brains? No. Although Walter gets particularly excited whenever we do.


Walter: Of course, I - if I had a live subject...

Peter: Walter, no. No student volunteers!

Agent Kashner: [returning to the lab] Good news - the bags are back.

Peter: Walter. Walter. Walter. Say it! - 'no students'.

Walter: [watches Agent Kashner as he has a mean idea] Alright, no students.


Walter: Oh, before you go, could you do me a favor and smell this? It seems my olfactory sense is a bit muddled. Must be the French roast coffee I had for breakfast. [holds out the beaker for sniffing]

Agent Kashner: (unsuspecting) Raspberry? [because of the smell Kashner faints]


Walter: (to Astrid) Don't be such a Grinch. I've told you, science should be fun.


2.06 - Earthling

Peter: (on the phone with Olivia) And as of a couple hours ago, he started referring to it as a "she."

Walter: Oh...

Peter: Hold on a second. Here he is.

Walter: Agent Dunham. The formula is a different matter entirely. She's a complex chemical puzzle. What, I don't know.

Olivia: But can you solve it?

Walter: Well, first I would need to break her into her organic and inorganic parts. And then... [becomes absorbed in thought]

Olivia: Walter? Hello?

Walter: Titanium tetrachloride. You sly temptress.

Olivia: Walter?

Peter: [takes the phone] Hey. Me again. Needless to say, he's into it. I'll keep you posted.

Olivia: Okay. Thanks.

 

Peter: Are you suggesting that this was some sort of Russian experiment?

Walter: Because they're from the other side of the world, Peter, it is so hard to believe that they would have their own stripe of the inconceivable? Really I'm always amazed at their advancements. Even forty years ago. (to Broyles) You wouldn't believe what those Pinkos were up to.

Peter: Russian fringe science. There's a pleasant thought.


 

 

 

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


Walter: I've been thinking too linearly. Deductive. Restrictive. I must expand my thinking.

Peter: If you're looking for your acid tabs, Walter, don't bother. I threw 'em out.


2.07 - Of Human Action

 

 

 

Peter: (crowded by his father) Walter, remember that conversation we had about personal space?

Walter: I'm bored. No cadavers at this crime scene. Or food.

Walter: Massive Dynamic... It was just a name until now. Did you know that I once shared a laboratory with William Bell?

Peter: You might have mentioned that once or twice.

 

 

Astrid: Chicken. You serious?

Walter: Just a hypothesis. What 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: Then why did you ask?

Astrid: I was asking what you expected to find with this brain.

Peter: A teddy bear versus mind control spies? Bad guys don't stand a chance.

 

Walter: Once you're given the order to put on the headphones, do not remove them under any circumstances. If you do, you may die a gruesome and horrible death. Thank you for your attention. And have a nice day.

 

Peter: (to Tyler) You know what, kid... You're a real son of a bitch.

 

Peter: Hey, genius, the second you took me, they knew that you were behind it all.

Tyler Carson: Whatever. You had no idea that I was the one in charge.

Peter: Yeah. You managed to kidnap yourself - congratulations. You're a criminal mastermind.

Tyler: Screw you.

Peter: You really haven't thought this out, have you? I mean, you don't even have a plan.

Tyler: Shut up. You sound just like my father.

Peter: Oh, come on. That's what this is about? Some sort of vendetta against your Dad? Do you really think that you're the first kid whose father didn't think he was good enough, or smart enough? Take a number.

 

Walter: ...Well, puberty, A.D.D. medication, and an untested brainwave enhancer. It's a mind control cocktail. Because of this man's inability to be a proper parent, his son has kidnapped mine!

 

Peter: What did your daddy do to you anyway? Didn't pay you enough attention? Forgot your birthday? Didn't play ball with you enough?

Tyler: He lied to me my entire life.

Peter: Let's not get dramatic.

 

 

 

Walter: That was quick thinking. You always prove to be more resourceful than I give you credit for.

Peter: (groggy) Is that supposed to be some sort of compliment?

Broyles: I've been shot before. First time by one of the good guys, though. Lucky for me you're a lousy shot.

Peter: The kid wanted to shoot you in the head. Lucky for you I was able to pull it off-center a bit... You're gonna hold this over my head for a long time, aren't you?

Broyles: Somehow, you'll make it up to me.

 

2.08 - August

 

 

 

Peter: There's more than one observer.

Brandon (from Massive Dynamic): (to Peter) So Nina Sharp says you're FBI too. Uh...You don't look FBI.

 

Peter: Whatever these observers do to keep from aging, They should market it. They'd make a fortune.

 

Walter: Oh. Oh. [chuckles] High concentration of capsaicin, which means it's not blood at all, It's chile pepper juice. He must have spilled some in the book.

Peter: Well, that's great news. So we'll add messy to the APB.

 

 

 

August: I saw her (Christine) many years ago. She was a child. Her parents had just been killed. She was crying. But she... She was brave. She crossed my mind... Somehow. She never left it. I think it's what they call... Feelings. I think... I love her.

Peter: Hmm? When did you see The Observer? And why didn't you tell me?

Walter: What do you mean? I just did tell you.

Peter: That's not good enough. We are so close. I can't let these guys get away again. They have the answers. I know they do.

Walter: Don't worry Son. You will get your answer. Why don't we go for a long drive together? Perhaps to pick up a tutti frutti milkshake.

 

December: [watches Olivia] (to September) Look how happy she is. It's a shame things are about to get so hard for her.

 

2.09 - Snakehead

Peter: Is it bad?

Olivia: Did you eat?

Peter: Yeah.

Olivia: Well, that's unfortunate.

Walter: Hello, Agent Dunham.

Olivia: Hello, Walter.

Peter: You made it. Walter!

Walter: (disappointed) I saw you following the taxi in the station wagon.

Peter: I wasn't following you, Walter. We were coming to the same place.

 

 

 

 

Olivia: I didn't know you spoke Cantonese.

Peter: Well get to know me a bit.

 

Astrid: Seven pounds and ten ounces. Walter, this is our largest worm yet.

Walter: Parasitic worm to be precise. Truly, Agent Farnsworth, it never ceases to amaze me the infinite variation that Mother Nature gives us. She truly has quite a disturbing sense of humor.

Astrid: Considering your new pet, I think Mother Nature's a real bitch. 

Peter: (entering) How's it going in here?

Astrid: (joking) You mean here at Bishop's Live Bait?

Peter: Actually, I think these things would scare off the fish, don't you?

 

Olivia: Hi. Are your parents home?

Matt Jarvis: Who are you?

Peter: We're the FBI. Who are you?

Matt: I'm Matt.

 

 

 

Peter: Walter, what do you think the connection is between an excessive compulsive germaphobe and our worms? Nice kicks.

Walter: Thank you. That's an excellent question.

 

Peter: Did you see all those hand sanitizers?

Olivia: No.

Peter: All the windows were hermetically sealed. Hepa filters. Oxygen tanks.

Olivia: You saw oxygen tanks?

Peter: Well, no. But I'm sure they're there somewhere.

 

Ming Che: Somehow I don't believe you.

Peter: Oh, that's a shame. Most people find me very trustworthy. 

 

2.10 - Grey Matters

Security Guard: And you're Doctor Bishop?

Walter: Yes. And I'm perfectly sane.

 

Olivia: You know, all my life I've been able to understand what drives people - their emotions, like greed or envy or revenge. But Newton - these people we're up against... How can I fight what I can'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.

 

Olivia: You okay?

Peter: Yeah. Walter wanted to stick around and wait for the results, but there's Walter on drugs, and then there's Walter on drugs. I had Astrid take him home. You see the look on his face when we were talking to Mister 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's 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 in St. Claire's.

Olivia: I think you're making up for that now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walter: Peter... I have a terrible headache... And a sudden craving for chicken wings.

2.11 - Unearthed

Lisa Donovan: So is Agent Dunham, like, your girlfriend?

Peter: No. No. She's like a friend who's a girl. And who carries a gun.

 

 

 

 

Lisa: (to Olivia) I'll be eighteen in a year. Don't wait too long to make your move. (about Peter)

 

2.12 - Johari Window

Peter: You know me, I never miss a chance for a good conspiracy theory.

 

2.13 - What Lies Below

 

 

 

Detective Kassel: I've never seen anything like this. 
Peter: Lucky you.

Walter: So something... must have killed the active virus.... Ash. 
Astrid: [corrects] Astrid.
Walter: No... ash. Mount Toba... the biggest volcanic eruption for the last 25 million years.

 

2.14 - The Bishop Revival

Olivia: [means the source of the spread] What about a cup of tea? 
Walter: Oh, yes, thank you. Hmm? Oh! Oh, yes, yes, that would work.

 

 

 

Walter: Any group with common physical characteristics or genetic similarities, yes. Um, tall people, short people, fat people, skinny people, black people, brown people, or white people -
Peter: Hey, Walter. We get it.

2.15 - Jacksonville

Peter: (2:03 am, on the phone) You've got to be kidding me. 
Olivia: Congratulations, Mister Bishop. You've just won an all-expense-paid trip to New York City.
Peter: I thought I told your people to take me off your contestant list.
Olivia: Not according to our records. 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? This has to stop.
Olivia: Did I mention there's excitement?
Peter: (enter his fathers' sleeping area) 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.

 

 

 

Olivia: So what are the odds of something like this occurring naturally? 
Walter: Oh, it's possible. But if so, God has a far more disturbed sense of humor then even I could have imagined.


Peter: Walter, you were conducting illegal drug trials on children. Don't make that sound like charity work.

 

 

Peter: Yeah, Monopoly is great. He loves the colored money. Okay. Thanks again. I'll see you soon. Hey, Walter, that was Astrid. She's gonna come over and play some games with you. 
Walter: Oh... good. I hope she likes Monopoly.

Peter: In fact, it would be my preference if you could be someplace else all together. 
Walter: Oh... where?
Peter: Chicago?

 

2.16 - Peter

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2.17 - Olivia. In The Lab. With The Revolver.

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2.18 - White Tulip

Walter: Something's not right here. 
Astrid: Yup, I think it's my paycheck.

Peter: (calling Walter) Hey, Walter, it's Peter. Your son, Peter.

Olivia: Wow, I'm having déjà vu. 
Peter: Yeah, I read that déjà vu is fate's way of telling you that you're exactly where you're supposed to be. That's why you feel like you've been there before. You are right in line with you're own destiny.
Olivia: Well, do you believe that?
Peter: Mmm... no. It's a bit mystical for my taste. I never get them, myself. Maybe that's 'cause I'm not on track with my own destiny.

 

Walter: Until I took my son from the other side, I had never believed in God. But it occurred to me... that my actions had betrayed him and that everything that had happened to me since was God punishing me. So now I'm looking for a sign of forgiveness. I've asked God for a sign of forgiveness. A specific one, a white tulip. 
Alistair Peck: Tulips don't bloom this time of year - white or otherwise.
Walter: But he's God.

 

2.19 - The Man From The Other Side

Peter: Shape-shifter embryo. Adorable.

2.20 - Brown Betty

Olivia: Rachel had to go to Chicago for the weekend, so she asked if I could look after Ella. And I was wondering if maybe you could watch her...
Walter: Oh, no, no, no. I couldn't possibly look after anyone else. I'm well into Phase one.
Astrid: I think she's talking about me. (to Olivia) Walter just smoked something called Brown Betty.
Ella: (in the background) Hi, cow.
Walter: (to Ella) Be careful, Stella. Gene, Gene, no licking. no licking.

 

Ella: What about your parents, Uncle Walter? Didn't they tell you stories? 
Walter: Oh, yes. My mother loved Chandler and another writer called Dashiell Hammett. She loved detective stories. Oh! And musicals! She adored musicals! She often would dress me up to play parts in plays at school. I was roughed up quite a lot as a child.

 

Astrid: Be careful. 
Olivia: Okay, Ma.

 

2.22 - Over There (1)

Walter: Well, if none of you are gonna kill me... I think I'll go and have a bit of a cry.