Olivia: I fell like I'm losing my mind.
Walter: Oh, I don't think so. If you were actually going insane, you'd likely have no idea what's happening. Take it from me.

Walter: Lab rule #1: Do not borrow Walter's equipment without asking.

I was prone to hide things because I was afraid that someone would unlock all my secrets. I didn't realize the someone would be me.

Astrid: You know, Walter, working with you, it's amazing the sort of things you get used to.
Walter: You're not the first person to tell me that.

Walter: Matter is just energy waiting to happen. The average adult at rest contains enough potential energy to explode with the force of five very large hydrogen bombs.
Peter: You know, theoretically, you're actually right.
Walter: Ho ho ho ho! My son finally agrees with me. Agent Farnsworth, take a note of that.

Walter: It's possible we're dealing with a case of spontaneous human combustion.
Peter: I thought that was just a myth.
Walter: Oh, a myth is just an unverified fact.

Peter: Are you okay?
Walter: Yes. Although when I mentioned that the poison would kill me within the hour, did either of you happen to notice the time?

Walter: I need to tinkle. Could either of you direct me to the facilities?
Peter: The facilities? You're in the sewer, Walter. You're knee-deep in the facilities.

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: You mean that these are baby monsters?
Walter: Yes. We must collect them. Peter, a petri dish. (the larvae grow larger) Make it a bucket.
Astrid: I'm gonna be sick.
Walter: Two buckets!

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.

Fringe Quotes

Lincoln: Where is she?
Henry: How would I know? I didn't expect that she would come back here.
Lincoln: What do you mean, 'back here'?

I have to save his life, whatever it takes!


Fringe Music

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