Peter: Where you been?
Olivia: I've been working. Where have you been?
Peter: I've been buying rice for Walter's toys.

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.

With all due respect, Agent Harris, I have done my due dilligence. I just got off the phone with my contact at the CDC. And they have seen nothing like it. But you tell me, does this look like a flu you've heard of? Where people's brains come out of their ears?

Peter: I think I got a guy who can help us.
Olivia: Who?
Peter: Do you really want to know?
Olivia: Good point.

Olivia: Cut open his hand.
Peter: What?
Olivia: I want to see if there's a disk in it like Bowman's.
Walter: I like cutting.

Olivia: Prep Hicks. Ready or not, we're administering the antidote.
Walter: An experiment. How exhilarating.

Olivia: Is your father about?
Peter: Right here. Why don't you ask him what he's doing?
Olivia: I'd rather not.

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.

The man was clever enough to Star Trek himself out of a maximum security German prison.

Peter: She had a bad dream.
Olivia: No, I could smell the platform. I saw her baby staring at me. I saw her face before I saw the news. How is that possible?
Walter: Opium?

Peter: You know, until this year I'd never actually been to a mental hospital.
Olivia: Learn to like new things.

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.

Fringe Quotes

I just hit a swarm of locusts. It's like the blessed apocalypse.

Rancher

I'll be a toe on a foot in a grave.

Simon

Fringe Music

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Song Poor Little Fool Ricky Nelson iTunes
Dear Mr. Fantasy Traffic iTunes
Blue Bayou Roy Orbison iTunes