3.02 - The Box

Walter: Peter, these cacao beans, they're inedible. Gene will never be able to digest them. 
Peter: She's a cow, Walter. She could probably digest the frying pan. 
Broyles: What is he doing? 
Peter: Oh, you don't want to know. 
Walter: I'm trying to make chocolate milk. Or rather, I'm trying to make the cow make chocolate milk.

 

Walter: Aspirin, we need to go to the market.

 

Bolivia: Well, he (Walter) couldn't have known how bad it was gonna be. 
Peter: Yeah. I mean, it's not like they gave him a picture of himself with fireballs coming out of his eyes while he was strapped into a doomsday machine.

 

Walter: For a catastrophic explosion like that, I imagine he had some sort of surgical implant. Dental ceramic crowns. If they were to vibrate at just the right resonant frequency... I always hated dentists.

 

Peter: (to Broyles) At this point, would anything really surprise you? 
Walter: Bacon-flavored pudding. That would surprise me.

 

3.03 - The Plateau

Charlie: Dude, seriously? What part of zero-point-zero-zero-zero don't you get?

 

Peter (as a vision): Real is just a matter of perception.

 

3.04 - Do Shapeshifters Dream Of Electric Sheep?

Peter: With a basement lab in Harvard, Walter was able to open a wormhole into another dimension that essentially shredded all the laws of science. I can't wait to see what he's capable of doing with a multi-billion dollar corporation.

Walter: You, with the red hair. 
Scientist: It's black.
Walter: I see red. Answer the question.

 

Astrid: Agent Astrid Farnsworth. I'm here to see Doctor Bishop. 
Security: I've got an "Astro" Farnsworth.

Astrid: And what are we hoping to find? 
Walter: Its memories, Astrid. Everything it knows. Who it was working for. If there were others. You look shocked.
Astrid: You just called me Astrid. You never get my name right.
Walter: Must be the LSD.

 

Astrid: Walter, I thought you said you weren't hungry? 
Walter: I'm eating for comfort. To think what I put that poor woman through, and the most activity we saw occurred in the shape-shifter's ass.
Astrid: It was his lower spine, Walter.

 

Walter: I'll be right back. Oh, don't eat my pudding.

 

Walter: Belly, you ingenious son of a bitch.

 

3.05 - Amber 31422

Charlie: He walked through walls? 
Lincoln: It's possible.

Charlie: Okay, now I know you pulled that outta your ass.

 

3.06 - 6955 kHz

Walter: Perhaps Peter would like to play last night's tape aloud to everyone, given his recent fondness for dangerous activity.

 

Nina: Yesterday, he (Walter) spent fifteen minutes in front of a utility closet thinking it was the elevator.

 

Walter: Well done. (to Peter) You sounded very Sherlock Holmes just then. (to Astrid) Which makes you Watson, Dear.

 

Edward Markham: What if someone comes to erase my memories?

Peter: I should be so lucky.

 

Walter: Nina... if I had known you were coming, I'd have baked a cake.

 

Walter: I feel a bowel movement coming on.

 

3.08 - Entrada

FBI EMT: Any nausea?

Peter: Yeah. Bit of a headache too.

FBI EMT: On a scale of one to ten?

Peter: Tequila hangover or something like that.

 

[Broyles hands out a gun to Peter.]

Walter: No gun for me.

Broyles: Good idea. 

 

3.09 - Marionette

Walter: I'd forgotten that a couple of nights ago, I used my cauterizer to remove an uncomfortable growth between my...

Peter: Less information, better.

 

Walter: How did she react?

Peter: Surprisingly well.

Walter: Really?

Peter: Mm.

Walter: Do you think possibly they replaced her with a robot?

 

Walter: You know what I need after a day like today?

Peter: For most people, it would be a drink, so I'm guessing...

Walter: ...strawberry milkshake...

Peter: I can do that.

Walter: With extra whipped cream.

Peter: Don't push it.

 

Peter: I'm sorry...

 

3.10 - The Firefly

Walter: Roscoe's mind doesn't work like ours. His creativity is expressed through music. Playing may help him to recollect the conversation he had with his son.

Peter: And if you just happen to get a private concert from your musical idol...

 

Walter: (to Astrid) Ashram! Come out here, please.

 

3.11 - Reciprocity

Walter: My bone saw, Dear. The aspirator, voltmeter, and a ripe banana.

Astrid: Please tell me the banana's for you.

Walter: I had a sudden craving. It's odd though. Bananas are typically my least favorite fruit.