Claude: I say when it's enough. You got the power to stop me. What are you waiting for?
Peter: I'm trying!
Claude: And when you've left New York a smoking wasteland, we'll put that on your tombstone. "Here lies Peter Petrelli. He tried." Dig into that file cabinet of yours and pull something out. Fly, stop time, paint me a pretty picture. Do something...unexpected. (Peter freezes Claude's staff in the air and breaks it in two) (Claude laughs) You pushed that away with your mind. Which one of your sorry friends has telekinesis?
Peter: None of them do. Oh, wait. That guy who was chasing Claire in Texas. He sent some lockers flying at me.
Claude: Texas? And you pulled that little trick out in the here and now? Well, we might just have a chance of stopping you from going nuclear.