Fringe

Nina: (uncovers John's body) How long has he been dead? Man w/Gurney: Five hours. Nina: Question him.

Olivia: His name is Peter Bishop. He's a high school drop out; an IQ at 190, but just 50 points North of Genius- misfit, nomad. Hasn't held a job longer then two months. He's been a wild land fireman, cargo pilot and briefly a college Chemistry professor. He falsified a degree from MIT and even managed to get a few papers published before he was found out. Sounds like a massive pain in the ass.

Olivia: I can have you on a flight back here in four days, but first… Peter: Let me save you the time. I'd rather stay here in Iraq. That's how much I want to see my father.

Olivia: I thought you were a genius. You must have had a system? Peter: Of course there was a system. The house was cheating. But you try and tell them that.

Walter: Excellent. Let's make some LSD!

Bishop: It's not an exact science... Peter: It's not even science!

Olivia: CDC says the Hamburg flight was caused by a synthetic compound, which is like saying rain is caused by a wet compound.

Olivia: What is it? Walter: They… they have this horrible… pudding here. Butterscotch pudding on Mondays. It's dreadful. Olivia: It's Thursday. Walter: Oh? Oh, fantastic!

Walter: I thought you'd be fatter. Peter: You thought I'd be fatter? Excellent. First words, perfect. Walter: No, no, no, as a boy, you were rounder.

Walter: Oh! Olivia: What happened? Walter: I just pissed myself. Peter: Excellent. Walter: Just a squirt.

Walter: So much… so much happened here. And so much is about to.

Walter: The only thing better than a cow is a human. Unless you need milk. Then you really need a cow.

Olivia: You owe money to a guy nicknamed Big Eddie? Peter: No, I owe money to a guy named Big Eddie. He had it legally changed.

Walter: Didn't I mention it? Peter: Whatever you think you said, you didn't say it.

Walter: I have used this technique to extract information from a corpse once. You can do that if they haven't been dead for longer than six hours. Peter: Right, 'cause after six hours they're really dead.

Peter: The man who was just released from the mental institution, he wants to give you a drug overdose, then stick a metal rod into your head and put you naked into a rusty tank of water. Walter: No, I don't want to. No, I'd rather not. I'm just saying I can.

Charlie: You've cleared all this with Broyles? Olivia: Somewhat. Charlie: Oh, "somewhat" doesn't sound good. Is that a cow?

Peter: I still think that this is deeply irresponsible, and believe me, I would know.

(watching "Spongebob Squarepants") Walter: And this is a show for children? Astrid: Yeah, it's huge. Walter: Surprisingly profound for a narrative about a sponge.