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.

Peter: (noting Olivia has no friends) What do you mean you don't have one? Everyone has one. Even I have one.
Walter: What's that, a spleen?
Peter: Yeah, a spleen.
Walter: Unless one suffers from asplenia, a rare genetic condition in which one is born spleenless.
Peter: Thank you, Walter.

H.I. Worker: Can I help you guys find something?
Walter: Oh, yes. We're looking for an electric saw. Preferably variable speed with an easily replaceable blade system.
H.I. Worker: What are you cutting, wood?
Walter: Human tissue. Flesh and bone. It's more sinuous than you may expect.
Peter: It's really not that dire.
Walter: Oh, actually, potentially it's far worse.
H.I. Worker: Um, I think that the saw you're looking for is around the corner, next to the routers.
Walter: Thank you.
Peter: No need to call the police.

Peter: Walter, what are you doing?
Walter: I'm dosing a caterpillar.
Peter: Dosing? As in LSD?
Walter: It's a special blend.
Peter: I see. Hey, guess what just happened? Finding out that my father gives drugs to bugs, somehow just became a typical moment in my life.
Walter: Wonderful, isn't it?

Walter: With all due respect, Darwin got it all wrong. I used to make the joke that Darwin's thinking was rather... unevolved.
Peter: Which I'm sure used to be very funny.

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.

Walter: Two thoughts to come to mind. The first, that this affliction might have been caused by a mutation, changing these lipids to seal any and all orifices. Did they check his anus and penis?
Peter: You think we could get the answer to that question without me in the room.

Peter, don't be such a prude. I'm sure Agent Dunham knows what a penis looks like. Don't you agent Dunham?

Broyles: Dr. Bishop? Any thoughts?
Walter: Perhaps. First I need a piece of special equipment. My turntable.
Broyles: Is that some kind of lab equipment?
Walter: No, no, a turntable. Record player. You enjoy music, don't you, Mr. Broyles? Well imagine the agony of having an extensive record collection and having no means to play it.
Peter: The agony.
Broyles: I'll have someone get right on it.

Unless you have an IQ higher than mine, I am not interested in what you think.

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?

Fringe Quotes

I feel fine, hon.

Peter

Afro, do you have any music?

Walter

Fringe Music

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