Olivia: Walter, I need you to tell me what exactly you would need to create a genetic hybrid. Like, specific items, so I can see if Robert Swift bought any of it.
Walter: I would need some sodium bicarbonate and a house in he country, a place to be alone in my thoughts. Some Mahler for the late nights. And time. A lot of time.
Peter: I know. It's like he's on another planet.

Olivia: I fell like I'm losing my mind.
Walter: Oh, I don't think so. If you were actually going insane, you'd likely have no idea what's happening. Take it from me.

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?

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.

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

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

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

Olivia: Walter, do you have any thoughts?
Walter: Reminds me of Christmas. Like a fire log that burns so hot it remains intact., holding the shape of its former self. You used to love that when you were a child. You'd poke the log with your little finger when it had cooled, and you'd draw genitalia on the reindeer decorations.
Peter: Happy memories, Walter.

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.

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

Walter: It's a shame I don't have a lab. I'd like to examine him.
Peter: You do have a lab, Walter. Your lab at Harvard.
Walter: Yes. I do, don't I?

Just your average multi-national corporation specializing in secret bio research and defense contracting. Massive Dynamic. Seems like such an innocent name for a corporation, don't you think?

Peter

Fringe Music

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