Peter: You ready?
Olivia: No. You?
Peter: No. Don't say I never took you anywhere.

There are two of you, aren't there? I think I've been confused.

Guard: Excuse me, you can't be here, we're evacuating the area.
Peter: I know, I know, but I have to talk to my father. I have something to show him.
Guard: And who, out of curiosity, is your father?
Peter: Walter Bishop, the Secretary of Defense.

It makes sense Walter. We all thought I could turn the machine on. Maybe I can turn it off. Maybe that's what the drawing means.

If this works, and I save both universes, I want you to consider me officially retired.

Peter: What time is it?
Olivia: It's 6:30. Your father is walking around the house completely naked.
Peter: Oh, it's Tuesday. He always cooks naked on Tuesdays.
Olivia: Is that safe:
Peter: No.

Peter: I don't understand. If this is a projection of everything in Olivia's mind, then why is everyone turning against us? When she came to us in the lab, she asked for help.
William Bell: What I'm starting to think is that when my mind entered hers, her ego became confused, her sense of self.
Walter: Which in turn initiated the darker parts of her subconscious, allowing her deepest fears to run rampant.

Broyles: What?
Peter: You're bald. I think he's an observer!

Lincoln: If Dana Gray is stealing people's souls as they die...
Peter: Then why is she so committed to saving lives?

William Bell: Now, Olivia's brain can accommodate my consciousness for several weeks, before would anything happen to her.
Peter: Weeks? Not a chance.
William Bell: And, I am confident Walter will find a more stable home, long before that.

Peter: Your turn now.
Olivia: Okay, I got one. You know when we're watching TV and you start to rub my back and you're not really paying attention because you're kind of distracted...
Peter: Yeah...
Olivia: And you, uh, turn your hand in a circle just over and over and over....
Peter: Well, I wouldn't say that's exactly how it is, but yes, I know what you're talking about.
Olivia: It's kind of like you're burrowing through the muscle right into the bone.
Peter: I think I get the point.
Olivia: Okay. I don't like it.
Peter: I had no idea. Okay, no more burrowing.
Olivia: See? I love this full disclosure. Why didn't we make this agreement earlier?

Peter: What exactly am I looking for here Walter?
Walter: Anything that is related to gravity. I think I remember seeing a file on floaters in there. Of course, it could have been from a period when Belly was in search of the perfect bowl movement.
Astrid: Charming.
Walter: Everybody poops, dear.

Fringe Quotes

I just hit a swarm of locusts. It's like the blessed apocalypse.

Rancher

I'll be a toe on a foot in a grave.

Simon

Fringe Music

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