Philip quotes from Fringe

Olivia

I got here as fast as I could.

[looks at watch, sarcastic] 27 minutes. Nicely done.

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.

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.

Dr. Bishop, Peter.

Peter

[coughs, clears throat] Visiting hours. Everybody put on their best straightjacket.

Dr. Bishop, any thoughts?

Walter

Yes... Where can I get one of those white suits?

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.

Bishop, what are you doing here?

Peter

Oh, I just got off the phone with Olivia. She's headed back to the airport. Turns out Mr. Jones would only help us if he could talk to Mr. Smith. The same Mr. Smith that your people just killed.

You're kidding me?

Peter

That's the first serious thing I've said all day.

Walter

Green, green, green, red... like Christmas lights.

Now, how did you know that, Dr. Bishop?

Walter

I don't know. But that's what happened, isn't it?

Yes.

Peter

Think you might be able to jog your mind, Walter? Could be kinda helpful.

Walter

Christmas lights, that's all I can recall.