Fringe 2x17 Olivia. In the Lab. With the Revolver

“God, you’d be a blast at dinner parties.”
“I don’t get invited to many.” :smiley:

“I’m older than I look.”

Hmm, like the Nazi scientist?

He’s baking sarcoma skin! :eek:

“You came here to have me talk you out of it.”

Nina’s too sharp for her own good. :rolleyes:

“It worked.”
“Of course it did.” :smiley:

“Well done, Walter.”
“Thank you, son.” :frowning:

Cancer boy! :eek:

Olivia’s going to need new furniture. :eek:

He killed his sister. :frowning:

So who’s the man who told him about Jacksonville?

“I’m number one on Olivia Dunham’s speed-dial?”
“Well, no, but I didn’t think that Rachael or Mr. Ayer from the Indian take-out would be much use.” :smiley:

“Peter… thank you for coming.”

I’m dying to know how Peter finds out. She’s not going to tell him. Nina’s definitely right about that.

bwhahahaha! :smiley:

They play pretty fast and loose with containment procedures on this show in general. I’ve learned to just ignore it. :stuck_out_tongue:

It’s not just you. She’s definitely hitting the sauce a lot more.

Of course, she’s had a rough time of it lately.

I’d imagine that being ravaged by cancer can be a powerful motivator to do things that you wouldn’t normally do.

At this point, it almost seems that it would do more harm than good. Relieving a guilty conscience wouldn’t make up for the pain and suffering such a revelation would cause, IMO.