Fringe

Peter: Let me ask you something. My father... not my favorite. He is without a doubt the most self-absorbed, twisted, abusive, brilliant, myopic son of a bitch on the planet... So he was a chemist. That much I already know. He worked out of a basement lab in Harvard doing research for a toothpaste company. I also know that there was an accident at the lab one night and my father was arrested, beginning the first truly peaceful period in our home. But here's the thing, Olivia. My gut tells me that your friend's life... the one hanging in the balance... not gonna be saved by a tube of toothpaste. Olivia: [Pause] He worked out of Harvard, but not on toothpaste. He was part of a classified U.S. Army experimental program called Kelvin Genetics. They gave him their resources to do whatever work he wanted, which was primarily in an area called Fringe Science. Peter: When you say 'Fringe Science', you mean pseudo science? Olivia: I suppose. Things like mind-control, teleportation, astral proje

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Olivia: I got here as fast as I could. Philip: [looks at watch, sarcastic] 27 minutes. Nicely done. Philip: Dr. Bishop, hello. I appreciate you coming out tonight. Walter: [about car seat warmer] I've never seen a feature like this before. It warms your ass. It's wonderful. Olivia: Charlie, it's me. Charlie Francis: Dunham, what's up? Olivia: I need a cross check on recent unsolved homicides. See if any bodies have turned up with a missing pituitary gland. Charlie: Oh, you say the sweetest things. Olivia: Only to you, Charlie. Charlie: I'll get somebody on it. Walter: [after being handed the phone] Just making some popcorn. Peter: Walter, I'm with a woman in her mid-twenties. She is going into cardiac arrest due to an overdoes of anesthesia. :[machine beeps] Her heart just stopped. Walter: Do you have any cocaine? Peter: Cocaine? No, I don't have any cocaine. Walter: Oh, that's too bad. Going to have to shock her heart.

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Olivia: Did you see John's mother? She wouldn't stop looking at me. Charlie: His mother? Olivia: Yeah, like she was blaming me for what happened to him, like it was my fault he was dead. Charlie: As far as John's mother knows, her son died a hero serving his country. Olivia: A hero? He used me, Charlie. And he told me he loved me. Charlie: I wasn't going to tell you this... but he said he loved me too. Astrid: Wait, you want to rewire his brain? Walter: Not without his permission. It would be a minor surgery. Peter: Minor brain surgery. Emphasis not on the minor. Philip: Forgive me, Dr. Bishop. I like to think I have an open mind. but I have a hard time accepting that that man is hearing another person's thoughts. Walter: Oh yes, so do I. Which is why I would like to prove it. Peter: And how would you do that? Walter: Am I required to keep him alive? Olivia: That would probably be best. Walter: If my hypothesis is correct, he is picking up the thoughts of another human being, they will

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Peter: What formula are you rattling off at 3 o' clock in the morning?! Walter: [sighs] Formula for Root Beer. Peter: Root Beer? That's what's so important you couldn't stop yourself from broadcasting? Walter: I haven't had it for ages. I thought I might make some in the lab tomorrow. Walter: Where are you going? Peter: It occurs to me it might be easier to sleep in the tub. Walter: A Root Beer Float! Delicious! Peter: [from bathroom] Next time would you please drain the tub?! Olivia: Where is your father? Peter: Walter is at the hotel. But don't worry, your agents are standing guard, not that it matters 'cause the man is unconscious. He was awake till five in the morning reciting the chemical compositions of his favorite beverages to me. That was right after he finished lecturing me on how I squandered on my above average intellect and my substantial education all while he was standing there naked. Because he 'prefers the breeze'. Peter: Who the hell are you? What is the cylinder? The

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Philip: Dr. Bishop, Peter. Peter: [coughs, clears throat] Visiting hours. Everybody put on their best straightjacket. Olivia: Walter, you're not going to accidentally fry one of those pigeons? Walter: Stranger things have happened. Peter: That's his motto. Peter: So we're putting GPS chips on carrier pigeons to find a man who can control electricity. I have you to thank for that, don't I? Olivia: Yeah, that's me. Olivia: So… what is this? Walter: This is the sort of work I was born for. Peter: You were hoping for something more specific, maybe?

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Philip: Dr. Bishop, any thoughts? Walter: Yes... Where can I get one of those white suits? Olivia: Walter, her disease, if there's no cure.... Walter: That's a question and one which we should pose to whoever was treating her. Which makes three questions. The other being what exactly happened here. Peter: That's only two questions. Walter: Oh, yeah? Oh, the third questions, um... [points to soup] Could I get some of this Onion soup? It looks delicious. Olivia: How's it coming? Walter: Oh, Olivia, join us. We've learned some things already. Peter: We don't think she ran away. Walter: Ligature marks. Olivia: So she was being held against her will. Walter: Either that or she had a proclivity for sexual bondage. Scientific observation, not a judgement. Some of my fondest memories-- Peter: Oh, Walter! Stop, wherever that's going it's just wrong. Olivia: You better get back upstairs before Walter falls asleep in your bed. Peter: He has actually done that before. While I was sleeping. Really

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