Peter: I need my own bedroom. I woke up this morning to him singing an aria from Pagliacci.
Astrid: Your father has a wonderful voice.
Peter: Not when he's doing jumping jacks. And did I mention he was naked?
Walter: A good morning sets the tone for the day.
Walter: Farnsworth, get my portable chemistry set. This means bodies.
Peter: Yes, I do remember. Melissa was a playmate. Miss July, right. Putting together a jigsaw of a nude centerfold was Walter's idea of how to explain, what was it, human reproduction to his ten-year-old son.
Peter: Four words that should never show up in a sentence. "Classified experimental military project."
Olivia: Maybe I should wait outside.
Peter: Then what would I do? You're the one with a gun.
Astrid: Dr. Bishop, what did I tell you about experimenting with fruit? I just cleaned this lab up yesterday.