Walter Bishop quotes from Fringe

Olivia

Dr. Bishop, I was curious. Did anyone else ever have access to your work?

Walter

Well, the assistants had bits and pieces. God, I suppose. I suppose the only one that really knew what I was doing was Belly.

Olivia

Who?

Walter

Belly. William Bell. He and I shared the lab.

Olivia

William Bell?

Peter

You shared your lab with the founder of Massive Dynamic?

Walter

I'm sorry, I don't know what that is. Massive Dynamic...

Peter

Ah, nothing really, just a tiny little company. That's perfect. One guy becomes one of the wealthiest men on the planet. The other guy becomes an institutionalized psychopath.

Walter

Oh!

Olivia

What? What happened?

Walter

Oh, I just pissed myself.

Peter

[smiles] Excellent.

Walter

Just a squirt.

Olivia

[about dream state] Have you done this before?

Walter

I have used this technique to extricate information from a corpse once. You can do that if they haven't been dead longer than six hours.

Peter

[sarcastically] Right, cause after six hours, that's when they're really dead.

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.

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.

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.

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 leave a distinct signature

Peter

And you think we'll be able to identify whose thoughts they are?

Walter

That's preposterous. But I may be able to intercept them.

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

Walter, you're not going to accidentally fry one of those pigeons?

Walter

Stranger things have happened.

Peter

That's his motto.

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?

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.

Walter

[Upon seeing the patient] This is spectacular.

Peter

Spectacular? I'm sure he'd be just thrilled to hear your diagnosis.

Walter

[to Philip] You know... I had a fruit cocktail once in Atlantic City. Mind you I'm not the fruit cocktail sorta guy.

Excuse me. [walks over to Peter] We need to discuss your father.

Peter

Is it the fruit cocktail thing again?

Mm-hm.

Peter

Yeah, he's been doing that recently. He gets obsessed about certain foods. It's weird.

We need him to focus.

Peter

To focus? Mr. Broyles, two-thirds of the time, my father's not even lucid. And in those rare and unpredictable moments of clarity, he rambles on about the foods and beverages that he missed while he was incarcerated in a mental institution for the better part of the last two decades. To say that he's not focused... is to say that he's a biped. Which is to say, you're absolutely right, he's not focused and also it's not going to change any time soon. I'm his son. I'm not a puppeteer. I don't have a remote control. There's no master switch I can flick and turn him into the man I wish had raised me. Or even somebody I don't have to babysit everyday. [pause] I guess I've had that on my mind for awhile.

Apparently.