Character: Peter Bishop

I am not afraid.
- The absence of fear will not protect from a bullet.

- I just know how to live with the issue, which does not put an end, that's all.
Congratulations, this applies to the lion's share of the world's population.
- It can relieve the burden from your shoulders, you know? <...> What could be better than to close the subject forever?

- Peter, it's me, your father, Walter Bishop.
Walter, I know who you are.
Great.

- Very well, son. Maybe you found your calling. You work for me.
- I really hope not.

- Peter, you're back for good? You won't leave again?
- I want to see the world through your eyes... I can't.
- Peter!
- But you crossed the Universe twice to save my life. It means something, right?

Olivia Dunham, my wife, was everything to me. When we first met, I was not at home, I frequently moved from place to place and often changed jobs. She gave me a purpose, she made me believe in something bigger than myself. She told me that I must fight for our world was safe. A little later, to save him from death. But the truth is that we all die. From the moment we are born, we all die. This world is unspeakably cruel. Our only hope that we can find some purpose, something meaningful before this last day will come. Happiness or love. Olivia was everything to me. Other such as it is, was not. But I will not stop fighting. Now that she's gone, I'm afraid I'm already gone. We are all lost. This world is darker without her.

You can't judge someone if you have not been to his place.

- Where is your father?
- My father in the country parishes of fun...

Be a better man than your father.

I know that it's impossible!
- Open your mind, otherwise someone will help you to open it!

- The government has asked you to invent a way of mind control?
- No, not the government. I was hired by an advertising Agency.

- She breaks up with him at the airport, and they never each other will not see.
You said that it's a love story?
- Is love stories don't end tragically?

- It reminds me of Christmas: the logs in the fireplace, burning, retain their original shape, when you were little, you loved it. You touched already cold sticks their little fingers and drew genitals on the Christmas decorations!
- Happy memories, but can you tell me what happened with "Mr. Dust"?

- Visiting hours. All wear festive straitjacket.