Fringe from the beginning

John Scott, ghost assassin! :eek:

“I SAW YOU. IN THE RESTAURANT.”

OTOH, can she really believe a figment of her imagination?

OK, one more before bed. This show is like corn chips. :stuck_out_tongue:

They can walk through walls? Awesome. :stuck_out_tongue:

What difference does it make if the magnet stays behind?

Won’t the dead guy in the wall be more of a clue than the magnet?

“They called me Han.”
“As in Solo? At least you had a nickname.” :smiley:

“I was in Baltimore. I remember a woman with particularly large breasts.” :smiley:

Science Prison. :stuck_out_tongue:

“No need to call the police.” :smiley:

Holy crap. These are John’s memories. :eek:

“Are you tripping, Agent Dunham?” :smiley:

“It seems that use of this technology can render one slightly radioactive.”
“How slightly?”
“Well, not as slightly as I thought.” :smiley:

This is not the kind of bar that Peter thinks it is. :stuck_out_tongue:

ETA: Never mind, I must have been reading into it. :slight_smile:

Favourite. Moment. Ever.

ETA to add: (oops, that was meant to quote “No need to call the police.”)

That was truly hilarious. :slight_smile:

“Oh, do you two want to use the room?” :smiley:

“The safety deposit boxes are mine.” :eek:

“Be patient with him. His mind works in a… different way.” :smiley:

I was thinking “mysterious ways”. :slight_smile:

How fortunate that there is no orderly-patient confidentiality. :rolleyes: