Peter: It's an omelet.
Walter: It's not an omelet!
Peter: Oh, my...ugh! Walter, why is there an ear in the omelet?
Walter: It was an experiment. It was a protein-rich incubator. It was growing.
Peter: It was growing? That's perfect.
Walter: No, it's not perfect. You just ruined it.
Broyles: Whatever did this doesn't appear to be indigenous to the area.
Charlie: Well, wherever it is indigenous to, I don't want to live there.
Walter: How interesting.
Peter: Some would say disgusting.
Walter: This is quite delicious.
Peter: Where did you get that?
Walter: In the car, uneaten.
Peter: What is the matter with you?
Walter: Oh, forgive my son. He's been in a mood all day.
Peter: I just figured "don't eat the evidence" goes without saying.
Astrid: So this thing has the claws of a lion and the fangs of a snake?
Walter: It reminds me of a woman I once knew in Cleveland.
Peter: Walter, these punctures are over four inches apart. And that would make this snake eight-feet long.
Walter: Her name was Harriet something.
Olivia: How is everything?
Peter: Well, apparently you're looking for a lion-snake named Harriet.
Peter: Are you okay? Did you take something?
Walter: Psychedelics? No, not since Thursday, no.
Olivia: Walter, I need you to tell me what exactly you would need to create a genetic hybrid. Like, specific items, so I can see if Robert Swift bought any of it.
Walter: I would need some sodium bicarbonate and a house in he country, a place to be alone in my thoughts. Some Mahler for the late nights. And time. A lot of time.
Peter: I know. It's like he's on another planet.
Olivia: You mean that these are baby monsters?
Walter: Yes. We must collect them. Peter, a petri dish. (the creatures grow) Make it a bucket.
Astrid: I'm gonna be sick.
Walter: Two buckets!
Walter: Could you carry these, son?
Peter: Sure thing.
Walter: Be careful. We must be very gentle with them.
Peter: Right, 'cause we wouldn't want to hurt the monster babies.
Peter: Hey, Walter. Think we can wait down here to be mauled in silence, please?
Walter: I need to tinkle. Could either of you direct me to the facilities?
Peter: The facilities? You're in the sewer, Walter. You're knee-deep in the facilities.
Peter: Are you okay?
Walter: Yes. Although when I mentioned that the poison would kill me within the hour, did either of you happen to notice the time?