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.
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?
Ella: And Peter looked inside Walter’s eyes and realized there was still goodness inside him. So Peter took his special heart, and with all his might, he split it in two. And the heart was so magical that it still worked. And together, they made goodness, and lived happily ever after.
It’s called Fringe because it’s about three characters that live on the fringe of life and society and have a hard time dealing with their own emotions, but who find each other and find connection with each other.