Fringe

Olivia: Walter, have you got any idea what kind of animal would be in a lab that could do this? Walter: Well, judging by the wounds, I'd say two or three different ones, actually. Peter: Right, a motley crew of lab animals got together and decided to exact their revenge on mankind.

Walter: If my theory is correct and the bat traits are dominant in the creature, then yes, I believe we can successfully lure it. Whether we can survive the encounter is the more intriguing question.

Walter: Check in on Agent Francis. Let's look in on our little friends. Astrid: It didn't work. Walter: Ever the pessimist. (pauses) Look. Olivia: They're dying. Charlie: What happens now? Walter: Now you crap 'em out.

Walter: The spread of the digits, V-shaped. It's too wide for one of those creatures. Configuration closer to that of an eagle. Of course much, much larger. Peter: Hey, we're looking for Big Bird. Walter: Don't be ridiculous. Perhaps a pterodactyl.

Peter: It's an omelet. Walter: It's not an omelet! Peter: Oh, my...ugh! Walter, why is there an ear in the omelet? Walter: It was an experiment. It was a protein-rich incubator. It was growing. Peter: It was growing? That's perfect. Walter: No, it's not perfect. You just ruined it.

Broyles: Whatever did this doesn't appear to be indigenous to the area. Charlie: Well, wherever it is indigenous to, I don't want to live there.

Walter: How interesting. Peter: Some would say disgusting.

Walter: This is quite delicious. Peter: Where did you get that? Walter: In the car, uneaten. Peter: What is the matter with you? Walter: Oh, forgive my son. He's been in a mood all day. Peter: I just figured "don't eat the evidence" goes without saying.

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.

Peter: Are you okay? Did you take something? Walter: Psychedelics? No, not since Thursday, no.

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.

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!

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.

Peter: Hey, Walter. Think we can wait down here to be mauled in silence, please?

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.