Nina: Now as for your feelings about Peter, all wounds heal over time.
Olivia: Yeah. I just wish the time would move a little quicker.
Nina: Well, that’s a coincidence, because we just filed a patent on that last week.
Astrid: Walter, what is that? It is putrid.
Walter: Mortius bestia—roadkill. Specifically, an aromatic excretion from the castor sacs of the North American beaver. Used primarily for marking and mating. I went beaver hunting in Eastern Canada in the 70’s. Of course, in those days, “beaver” meant something else entirely.
Astrid: Uh, Walter wants to know which of you has fearless nasal passages?
Olivia: Do you know how much pain you caused?
Anson Carr: I don’t want you to think that I did it for me. I mean, not just for me. We’re not meant to be alone. It’s every human being’s right to know love. And had I succeeded... had I found the right chemicals--just the right... balance, I could have given the world... what you have.
Olivia: What do I have?
Anson Carr: Love. I can smell that you’re in love.
Olivia: I met a woman today. She'd just lost her husband, and as she was talking about him and her marriage, as much as she wanted to be, she--she wasn't in love. As I was listening to her, I realized what she was saying. She had let go of the possibility of love, of finding love, and I could see myself in her and I didn't like who I was. All of these memories and feelings I'm experiencing, they are from a better version of me. I've decided to let things run their course.