A worker is preparing explosives for blasting during a demolition project. They clear the building of derelicts and leave the building. However, the head worker, Phil, suddenly seems to notice something, saying he has a weird feeling. He tells his co-worker to postpone the demolition and then runs another sweep. He goes over the blueprints and thinks they missed something. He finds a hollow spot in the floor and breaks through, revealing a tunnel that wasn’t on the blueprints. They descend and explore the area beneath. Finally they find a small Child, naked and bald with pale white eyes...Read the full recap
Broyles: Dr. Bishop? Any thoughts?
Walter: Perhaps. First I need a piece of special equipment. My turntable.
Broyles: Is that some kind of lab equipment?
Walter: No, no, a turntable. Record player. You enjoy music, don't you, Mr. Broyles? Well imagine the agony of having an extensive record collection and having no means to play it.
Peter: The agony.
Broyles: I'll have someone get right on it.
Walter: Unless you have an IQ higher than mine, I am not interested in what you think.
Peter: Walter. Olivia's here, she needs to talk to you. Walter!
Walter: Could she come back later? I'm about to step in the bath.
Peter: No, she can't come back later. It's the middle of the night. She needs to talk to you right now.
Walter: Honestly, Peter, can't a man get... Agent Dunham. Peter, why didn't you tell me Agent Dunham was here?
Peter: I'm pretty sure I did.
Walter: Pheromones. Undetectable chemicals that nonetheless affect our behavior, our sex drive...
Peter: (points to Walter's open bathrobe) Hey, speaking of sex drive...
Walter: Oh, Peter, don't be such a prude. I'm sure Agent Dunham knows what a penis looks like. Don't you, Agent Dunham?
Peter: My father, ladies and gentlemen.
Walter: My dear, there is much that is unexplained. Until it is.
Peter: In short, he has no idea.
Olivia: Walter, the last time you used that thing, you drilled it into the guy's head.
Walter: If you think he'll find it disagreeable... I suppose it could be modified.
Peter: Really? You didn't think to mention that to the last guy?
Walter: After that, it's a simply a matter of synthesizing the impulses. Think of it as creating artificial vocal cords.
Peter: Simple. Like making an omelet.
Walter: Actually, son, a good omelet is far more complex, eh?
Walter: Cannot Build Phallic Puzzles In The Lab...
Peter: What is he doing?
Astrid: Mnemonics. You know, like a rhyme or phrase to help memory. Like, uh, "Home" stands for the Great Lakes. That's Huron...
Peter: I'm familiar with that. Why is he doing it?