Walter: Could you carry these, son?
Peter: Sure thing.
Walter: Be careful. We must be very gentle with them.
Peter: Right, 'cause we wouldn't want to hurt the monster babies.

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.

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.

Walter: This is quite delicious.
Peter: Where did you get that?
Walter: In the car, uneaten.
Peter: What is the matter with you?
Walter: Oh, forgive my son. He's been in a mood all day.
Peter: I just figured "don't eat the evidence" goes without saying.

Walter: How interesting.
Peter: Some would say disgusting.

Peter: It's an omelet.
Walter: It's not an omelet!
Peter: Oh, my...ugh! Walter, why is there an ear in the omelet?
Walter: It was an experiment. It was a protein-rich incubator. It was growing.
Peter: It was growing? That's perfect.
Walter: No, it's not perfect. You just ruined it.

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.

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: Why do I get the feeling you're not telling us everything?
Walter: Because I don't know everything.

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

Walter: "Cannot Build Phallic Puzzles In The Lab"...
Peter: What is he doing?
Astrid: Mnemonics. You know, like a rhyme or phrase to help memory. Like, uh, HOMES stands for the Great Lakes. That's Huron...
Peter: I'm familiar with that. Why is he doing it?

Walter: After that, it's a simply a matter of synthesizing the impulses. Think of it as creating artificial vocal cords.
Peter: Simple. Like making an omelet.
Walter: Actually, son, a good omelet is far more complex, eh?

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