In Boston, a man is in a hotel room with an exotic dancer, Loraine Daisy. While she talks, the man goes into the next room and removes a bag full of surgical tools. He fills a hypodermic and then removes a refrigerated storage cylinder. However, Loraine starts screaming in pain and staggering around the room. Her stomach starts to swell and the man tries to reassure her. Her stomach growing by the instant, Loraine gets outside and the man gets her into his car and drives her to the hospital. He drops her off on the steps and leaves...Read the full recap
Broyles: Is he coming out?
Peter: Well, that’s unclear. He’s currently in the car fiddling around with the seat warmer.
Broyles: Dr. Bishop, hello. I appreciate you coming out tonight.
Walter: I’ve never seen a feature like this before. It warms your ass. It’s wonderful. Have you tried it?
Peter: Come on, Olivia, I can do this. My limited stint at M.I.T. did teach me something.
(Walter hands Peter a jar with a severed hand in it)
Peter: Friend of yours?
Walter: Oh… I certainly hope not.
Olivia: I need a cross check of recent unsolved homicides. See if any bodies have turned up with a missing pituitary gland.
Charlie: Oh, you say the sweetest things.
Olivia: Only to you, Charlie.
Peter: And the killer’s condition was passed on to the baby.
Walter: Even condoms are not 100% effective. You two should be aware of this. That night he was going to kill her. But first they fornicated. Had intercourse, sex.
Peter: Okay, we get it.
Peter: Something on your mind?
Walter: Please. The term “on your mind” vexes me with its depictive inaccuracy.
Peter: Aw, stop. Would you just talk like a person? What are you thinking?
Walter: Impatient! You always were.
Peter: As if you ever knew me well enough to make a statement like that.
Walter: Hah! You are a smart boy, but there is much you don’t know.
Olivia: She offered me a job.
Broyles: And what did you say to that?
Olivia: I told her you were going to give me a raise.
Peter: Walter, I am with a woman in her mid-twenties, she is going into cardiac arrest due to an overdose of anesthesia. (pauses) 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.
Walter: It's one of the inherent pitfalls of being a scientist, trying to maintain that distinction... between God's domain and our own. Sometimes I forget myself. But then, you already know that.
Olivia: What do you mean?
Walter: If you've read my file, then you know the truth about Peter's medical history. I've been meaning to ask you-
Olivia: Walter. There was no mention of any medical history. Just his birthday.
Walter: Oh. Uh-I was going to ask you to keep it between just the two of us, but... umm... I suppose then there's no need.