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?

Walter: Astral...
Astrid: (correcting him) Astrid.
Walter: ...projection. Spirit walk!

I thought you might have teleported to New York in your sleep and killed her. Wouldn't that have been wondrous?

Agent: We've got a hit.
Charlie: Subject's name is Nick Lane. Uh, former address is St. Jude's Mental Hospital.
Walter: Well, I'm not going there.

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?

Walter: My dear, there is much that is unexplained. Until it is.
Peter: In short, he has no idea.

Peter: Walter. Olivia's here, she needs to talk to you. Walter!
Walter: Could she come back later? I'm about to step in the bath.
Peter: No, she can't come back later. It's the middle of the night. She needs to talk to you right now.
Walter: (comes out of the bathroom) Honestly, Peter, can't a man get... Agent Dunham. Peter, why didn't you tell me Agent Dunham was here?
Peter: I'm pretty sure I did.

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

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.

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

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.

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