Fringe

Peter: Where you been? Olivia: I've been working. Where have you been? Peter: I've been buying rice for Walter's toys.

Peter: (noting Olivia has no friends) What do you mean you don't have one? Everyone has one. Even I have one. Walter: What's that, a spleen? Peter: Yeah, a spleen. Walter: Unless one suffers from asplenia, a rare genetic condition in which one is born spleenless. Peter: Thank you, Walter.

Wallter: I was in Baltimore. I remember a woman with particularly large breasts.

H.I. Worker: Can I help you guys find something? Walter: Oh, yes. We're looking for an electric saw. Preferably variable speed with an easily replaceable blade system. H.I. Worker: What are you cutting, wood? Walter: Human tissue. Flesh and bone. It's more sinuous than you may expect. Peter: It's really not that dire. Walter: Oh, actually, potentially it's far worse. H.I. Worker: Um, I think that the saw you're looking for is around the corner, next to the routers. Walter: Thank you. Peter: No need to call the police.

Walter: What we perceive as solid matter is mostly empty space. Just as we may perceive that a life is full that is actually a series of empty encounters. Peter: He's been like that all day. It's been awesome.

Walter: No, Peter's right. Your pupils are dilated. It's a symptom of high stress. Unless you're using hallucinogens. Are you tripping, Agent Dunham?

Peter: Walter, wake up, this is important. Walter: Oh. Oh! Do you two want to use the room?

Charlie: Does any of this trigger anything in your mind? Walter: Yes, but not about banks. Think back 20 years. Imagine yourself then imagining yourself now, 20 years into the future. In your wildest imagination, could you ever think you'd be here? Charlie: Is he stoned?