Dr. Walter Bishop: [to Peter] You are my very favorite thing.
Dr. Walter Bishop: Peter, hold on to these tight. Anti-gravity osmium bullets. Shoot Observers with these and watch them float away like balloons.
Peter Bishop: If we shoot 'em, they're dead. Why'd we want 'em to float away?
Dr. Walter Bishop: ...Because it's cool.
Peter Bishop: That makes sense Walter.
The Observer: It's not about fate, Walter. Yours or mine. It's about changing fate. It's about hope. And protecting our children.
Captain Windmark: Before we arrived here, we sent a team of twelve. Their mission was to observe and report; however, a strange phenomenon occurred. To some degree or other, they succumbed to irrational emotions. Your kind infected them.
Phillip Broyles: But not you. You seem to be impervious to everything.
Captain Windmark: I will never speak of it again, but I will admit this to you, Phillip. I, too, feel something. I believe you call it... hate.
Phillip Broyles: The feeling is mutual.