I don’t trust you, Doctor Bell… or William, or… Willam… or whatever cutesy name you think might appeal to my childhood instincts. It won’t. Your company has been involved in, if not directly responsible for, some of the most horrific things that I have ever seen, to say nothing of the fact that you just yanked me into a parallel universe to warn me about an inter-dimensional war that I believe you are responsible for starting. So what I want is not warmth, or tea. It’s the truth.
Walter: Yes, you were. Yes, you were. Olivia, I think I’m starting to understand why the process didn’t work. You are different. You’re not that frightened child anymore. I thought all we needed was a heightened emotional response from you, but I was wrong. We needed a specific one. Fear. And you’re not capable of that anymore. Well, not like she was. What we did to you – you found a way to protect yourself. You channeled your fear into anger, which is why you are so good at your job. But if you want to save those people, you have to find your way back to that scared little girl.
Carla Warren: “I am become death, Destroyer of Worlds.”
Walter: Don’t you quote Oppenheimer to me.
Carla Warren: Knowledge cannot be pursued without morality.
Walter: You sound like a pious sanctimonious Southern Preacher!
Carla Warren: I may go to church every Sunday, Walter, but I also have three degrees in theoretical physics, and I am telling you you cannot do this. We both know the amount of energy required to create a portal will forever ruin both universes. For the sake of one life, you will destroy the world. Some things are not ours to tamper with. Some things are God’s.
Walter: My son is dying, Doctor Warren. I will not allow that to happen again.
Peter: No, I don’t belong here. But I don’t belong there, either.
Olivia: Yes, you do. I have thought of one hundred reasons… why you should come back. To – to fight the shape-shifters, to take care of Walter, to – to save the world. But in the end… you have to come back. Because you belong with me.
August: I saw her many years ago. She was a child. Her parents had just been killed. She was crying. But she… she was brave. She crossed my mind… somehow. She never left it. I think… it’s what they call… feelings. I think… I love her. Will she be safe now?