Olivia: Is your father about?
Peter: Right here. Why don't you ask him what he's doing?
Olivia: I'd rather not.
Peter: How come when nobody knows and it doesn't make sense, they come to us?
Walter: Two thoughts to come to mind. The first, that this affliction might have been caused by a mutation, changing these lipids to seal any and all orifices. Did they check his anus and penis?
Peter: You think we could get the answer to that question without me in the room?
Olivia: I was hoping you might have one of your... weird connections...
Peter: Weird connections?
Olivia: They're always a little weird.
Peter: Well, you're always a little weird.
Edward Markam: Was that really necessary?
Peter: Well, you know me, Markam. Friend of the people.
Edward Markam: What about me? Aren't I people?
Peter: People who shower.
Edward Markam: Who's this friend?
Olivia: Olivia Dunham.
Edward Markam: Five dollars I could name at least one item on your nightstand, Olivia Dunham. Don't tell me. You're gonna like this, I'm never wrong. It's a gift. Okay. Tony Morrison novel, something by Obama and/or the current issue of Bon Appetit.
Olivia: I'm reading Advanced Forensic Science by Anaman. I keep it next to my gun.
Edward Markam: I like this one.
Walter: It's... fascinating, isn't it? I was just reading it whilst sitting on the crapper.
Peter: Please, no more information than that.
(Walter releases gas from a corpse)
Walter: Oh dear God that is putrid. On a separate topic, do you like coffee cake?
Peter: Walter, put the cow away, would you?
Paramedic: What is this place?
Peter: It's a freak show.
Peter: (reading instructions) "The recruit sits no more than 24 inches from the device but cannot touch the lightboard. The recruit focuses on the lightboard. The object of the test is to systematically shut down the lights so that ultimately, none are illuminated."
Peter: Using all your magic powers, I guess.