Olivia goes to her medicine cabinet and checks her bottle of anti-migraine pills. She then makes her way to the local drugstore and asks for a refill of her prescription. The pharmacist tells her that it’s her last refill until her doctor gives her a new prescription. As Olivia leaves and walks down the street, she sees Lincoln in a diner and goes in to visit him. She explains that she went out to get some fresh air for her migraine and he invites her to join him for a cup of coffee. They talk and Lincoln explains that he hasn’t slept since he’s arrived in Boston and learned about the reality of Fringe events. When Olivia says that it will eventually becomes his life, Lincoln asks if that’s what happened to her and she admits that it did...Read the full recap
Peter: You got to love this assignment, right, Tim? Where else can you find baked goods, car parts, and video games, all under the same roof?
Agent Tim: Yes, sir.
Peter: "Sir"? I'm moving up in the world. Did Broyles tell you to call me that? Keep that level of formality, that way you don't get attached to your prisoner?
Agent Tim: You're not my prisoner.
Peter: So, what, then, you're my bodyguard?
Agent Tim: Maybe just imagine I'm a friend.
Peter: Yeah, because every 32-year-old man needs a friend to chaperone him while he's underwear shopping.
Agent Tim: You know what, that reminds me. Uh, Agent Broyles told me to tell you that he has authorized you $200 a week allowance.
Peter: Two hundred, big spender.
Astrid: What, are you saying that he was scared to death? Walter, that's just an old wives' tale.
Walter: Where's your imagination? You must have been a very boring child.
Astrid: I'm ignoring that.
Astrid: Hey, Walter, why did we just get a bill for $818? You know I'm going to be the one to take the blame for this.
Walter: Tell Agent Broyles... science has no price tag.
Astrid: I'm sure he'll be very pleased to hear that.
Olivia: Walter, do you think that Eugene is trying to make himself visible? That he is killing people in order to steal their pigment?
Lincoln: Is that even possible?
Walter: It's possible, of course. Leprechauns are possible.
Walter: I spent the last few hour recreating what we believe our young man is doing to himself. And assuming you're right, Olivia, and he's trying to repigmentize himself... is that a word? "Repigmentize"?
Eugene: All my life, I've been watching them live theirs. Watching them fall in love. To be looked upon by the right person. To connect. And to see in their eyes kindness. Happiness. And... recognition. that's when you exist.
Olivia: I guess we can put this case on the list of things that makes it hard for you to sleep.
Lincoln: That list is getting longer.