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.

Walter: Check in on Agent Francis. Let's look in on our little friends.
Astrid: It didn't work.
Walter: Ever the pessimist. (pauses) Look.
Olivia: They're dying.
Charlie: What happens now?
Walter: Now you crap 'em out.

If my theory is correct and the bat traits are dominant in the creature, then yes, I believe we can successfully lure it. Whether we can survive the encounter is the more intriguing question.

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.

I've always wanted a two-headed goat. Where can I get a subscription?

Where's the fire? I always loved that expression, which is curious, since my lab assistant was killed in a fire.

Walter: That's a curious word. So it's got nothing to do with going underwater?
Astrid: No. "unsub" stands for unidentified subject.
Walter: Actually, it should more logically mean going above water.
Peter: And still no.
Walter: I certainly hope we find him. (whispering to Peter) Who we looking for?

Walter: What is mankind's oldest dream?
Astrid: World peace?
Walter: Oh, hardly. It's a social construct imposed by an awareness of our own mortality.
Astrid: Should have gone with "great taste, less filling."

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