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 Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 9:12 am
Arcel: (to Destiny) I wanted to say that I've never had him in my life, Tech, and now, thanks to your insane freak show of an operation, I do, have him in my life. And I think that I was a little scared.
Arcel: I don't underestimate my brother, by the way. I understand him. Sometimes more than I want to. Look, if I let him talk to that woman, she's just going to accuse him of killing her daughter, which is something he didn't do.
Destiny: Then why not just let them meet?
Arcel: Whose side are you on anyway?
Destiny: I know what it's like to live with something unresolved. That's all.
Arcel: Congratulations. You just described the entire planet.
Destiny: With all due respect, Vlad, I have done my due diligence. I just got off the phone with my contact at the CDC. And they have seen nothing like it. But you tell me, does this look like a flu you've heard of? Where people's brains come out of their ears?
Arcel: I think I got a guy who can help us.
Destiny: Who?
Arcel: Do you really want to know?
Destiny: Good point.
Tech: With all due respect, Darwin got it all wrong. I used to make the joke that Darwin's thinking was rather... un-evolved.
Arcel: Which I'm sure used to be very funny.
Lynn: The coroner's on the way with a body.
Tech: You know, this is the part of the day that I look forward to the most. When I know there's something bizarre out there, I just don't know what it is. Like a grab bag of disturbing events.
Tech: He can be rotated onto his back now, drain the remainder of his brain. Once that's done, we can examine his cranial cavity.
Arcel: Oh, this is gonna be awesome.
Tech: All we know is that his brain matter has been completely liquefied. How? My first thought is an extremely virulent form of syphilis.
Destiny: You're saying that his brain could have been cooked by an STD?
Tech: Safe sex is important. You do always have your sexual partners wear a condom, I hope?
Arcel: Tech...
Tech: Oh, and be sure to check his floppy disks as well.
Arcel: Floppy disks are a little outdated. Why don't you focus on what you do best? All yours--liquid brains.
Tech: Oh, fantastic. I'll get the bone saw.
Tech: (checking a corpse at a car dealership) I wonder if they sell cars here with those seats that warm your a**?
Arcel: Well why don't you ask him?
Tech: Hmmm? Maybe I will.
Arcel: I tried to expense a couple of Celtic tickets on the FBI--she caught me.
Tech: Oh, I see. I hope she doesn't notice the $2,000 for the baboon seminal fluid I ordered. I hope I can recall why I ordered it.
Destiny:[about Wolf on the run] He just called a cab. One guess where it's taking him.
Arcel: Oh, come on. He cannot possibly be that stupid.
Destiny: He's 19.
Arcel: Good point.
Arcel: Tech, there's a woman here who wants to talk to you.
Tech: She pretty?
[On a plane]
ND: [transforming into something evil] What weapons do you have? What weapons?!?
Male Flight Attendant: We have a taser in the cockpit which I will use on you if you don't calm down.
ND: Taser won't do a thing. It'll just piss me off.
[They are examining ND's remains from the plane crash]
Lynn: It also gave him four extra nipples.
Arcel: Maybe he mutated into an opossum.
Tech: No, opossum's have 15 mammaries, unlike most mammals, who have an even number of nipples. Hence, the one half rule regarding nipples.
Lynn: The one half n****e rule?
Arcel: You just had to ask, didn't you?
Tech: The typical number of young in the litter is usually equal to half the number nipples on the animal. The number of nipples being the maximum litter size. Humans, for example, one child is the typical. Maximum, twins. Barring extraordinary cases when the young exceed the number of nipples.
Arcel: God, I hope I never have to hear him say the word "n****e" again.
Arcel: (answering the phone) Sorm's House of Horrors.
[Degona had been infected with the same thing ND was]
Destiny: Prep Degona. Ready or not, we're administering the antidote.
Tech: An experiment. How exhilarating.
Tech: [after waking up Degona from her Coma] Sorry to wake you. Little worse than adrenaline. Except, perhaps, lice, which is a nightmare.
Tech: This is an antidote. While I can't guarantee will actually work, I do have a recorded IQ of...
Lynn: 196.
Tech: Really?
Destiny: You didn't have to come with me, you know.
Arcel: Shady deals with shady guys in shady hotels is my MO.
~ Fringe =D
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 1:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 10:21 am
Eli: [To Arcel] Who's this, you're friend?
Destiny: Destiny Blake.
Eli: Five dollars I could name at least one item on your nightstand, Destiny Blake. Don't tell me. You're gonna like this, I'm never wrong. It's a gift. Okay. Tony Morrison novel, something by Obama and/or the current issue of Bon Appetit.
Destiny: I'm reading Advanced Forensic Science by Anaman. I keep it next to my gun.
Eli: I like this one.
Eli: Was that really necessary?
Arcel: Well, you know me, Eli. Friend of the people.
Eli: What about me? Aren't I people?
Arcel: People who shower.
Arcel: (reading out instructions) "The recruit sits no more than 24 inches from the device but cannot touch the lightboard. The recruit focuses on the lightboard. The object of the test is to systematically shut down the lights so that ultimately, none are illuminated."
Destiny: How?
Arcel: Using all your magic powers, I guess.
Tech: Two thoughts to come to mind. The first, that this affliction might have been caused by a mutation, changing these lipids to seal any and all orifices. Did they check his a**s and p***s?
Arcel: You think we could get the answer to that question without me in the room?
Destiny: What was the other thought?
Tech: Sorry?
Destiny: You said two thoughts came to mind.
Tech: Ah yes. The other was... coffee cake. Tiny pebbles of cinnamon sugar.
Arcel: Once again... my brother.
Destiny: Is your brother about?
Arcel: Right here. Why don't you ask him what he's doing?
Destiny: I'd rather not.
Arcel: How come when nobody knows and it doesn't make sense, they come to us?
Destiny: I was hoping you might have one of your... weird connections...
Arcel: Weird connections?
Destiny: They're always a little weird.
ARcel: Well, you're always a little weird.
Clockwork: Dr. Sorm? Any thoughts?
Tech: Perhaps. First I need a piece of special equipment. My turntable.
Clockwork: Is that some kind of lab equipment?
Tech: No, no, a turntable. Record player. You enjoy music, don't you, Clockwork? Well imagine the agony of having an extensive record collection and having no means to play it.
Arcel: The agony.
Clockwork: I'll have someone get right on it.
Tech: Unless you have an IQ higher than mine, I am not interested in what you think.
Arcel: Tech. Destiny's here, she needs to talk to you. Tech!
Tech: Could she come back later? I'm about to step in the bath.
Arcel: No, she can't come back later. It's the middle of the night. She needs to talk to you right now.
Tech: (comes out of the bathroom) Honestly, Arcel, can't a man get... Agent Destiny... Arcel, why didn't you tell me Agent Destiny was here?
Arcel: I'm pretty sure I did.
Tech: Pheromones. Undetectable chemicals that nonetheless affect our behavior, our sex drive...
Arcel: (points to Tech's open bathrobe) Hey, speaking of sex drive...
Tech: Oh, Arcel, don't be such a prude. I'm sure Agent Destiny knows what a p***s looks like. Don't you, Agent Destiny?
Arcel: My brother, ladies and gentlemen.
Tech: My dear, there is much that is unexplained. Until it is.
Arcel: In short, he has no idea
Destiny: Tech, the last time you used that thing, you drilled it into the guy's head.
Tech: If you think he'll find it disagreeable... I suppose it could be modified.
Arcel: Really? You didn't think to mention that to the last guy?
Tech: After that, it's a simply a matter of synthesizing the impulses. Think of it as creating artificial vocal cords.
Arcel: Simple. Like making an omelet.
Tech: Actually, brother, a good omelet is far more complex, eh?
Tech: "Cannot Build Phallic Puzzles In The Lab"...
Arcel: What is he doing?
Lynn: Mnemonics. You know, like a rhyme or phrase to help memory. Like, uh, HOMES stands for the Great Lakes. That's Huron...
Arcel: I'm familiar with that. Why is he doing it?
~ Fringe
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 5:09 pm
Destiny: Tech, have you got any idea what kind of animal would be in a lab that could do this?
Tech: Well, judging by the wounds, I'd say two or three different ones, actually.
Arcel: Right, a motley crew of lab animals got together and decided to exact their revenge on mankind.
Tech: The spread of the digits, V-shaped. It's too wide for one of those creatures. Configuration closer to that of an eagle. Of course much, much larger.
Arcel: Hey, we're looking for Big Bird.
Tech: Don't be ridiculous. Perhaps a pterodactyl.
Lynn: So this thing has the claws of a lion and the fangs of a snake?
Tech: It reminds me of a woman I once knew in Cleveland.
Arcel: Tech, these punctures are over four inches apart. And that would make this snake eight-feet long.
Tech: Her name was Harriet something.
Destiny: How is everything?
Arcel: Well, apparently you're looking for a lion-snake named Harriet.
Tech: How interesting.
Arcel: Some would say disgusting.
Tech: This is quite delicious.
Arcel: Where did you get that?
Tech: In the car, uneaten.
Arcel: What is the matter with you?
Tech: Oh, forgive my brother. He's been in a mood all day.
Arcel: I just figured "don't eat the evidence" goes without saying.
Arcel: Are you okay? Did you take something?
Tech: Psychedelics? No, not since Thursday, no.
Arcel: Are you okay?
Tech: Yes. Although when I mentioned that the poison would kill me within the hour, did either of you happen to notice the time?
Agent: We've got a hit.
Clockwork: Subject's name is Devin. Uh, former address is St. Jude's Mental Hospital.
Tech: Well, I'm not going there.
Tech: I thought you might have teleported to New York in your sleep and killed her. Wouldn't that have been wondrous?
Arcel: She had a bad dream.
Destiny: No, I could smell the platform. I saw her baby staring at me. I saw her face before I saw the news. How is that possible?
Tech: Opium?
Tech: That's a curious word. So it's got nothing to do with going underwater?
Lynn: No. "unsub" stands for unidentified subject.
Tech: Actually, it should more logically mean going above water.
Arcel: And still no.
Tech: I certainly hope we find him. (whispering to Arcel) Who we looking for?
Arcel: You know, until this year I'd never actually been to a mental hospital.
Destiny: Learn to like new things.
Tech: Where's the fire? I always loved that expression, which is curious, since my lab assistant was killed in a fire.
Tech: (examining a corpse) You know what this reminds me of, Arcel?
Arcel: Nope, but I'm gonna guess it's something unbelievably disgusting.
Tech: Shrimp cocktail. You see, the shrimp must be deveined by putting a shallow cut down the back to expose the vein. Which in fact, is not a vein at all, but the crustacean's intestinal track.
Arcel: Great, thanks for that. Another foodstuff I can cross off the menu for life.
Arcel: You're suggesting that someone chewed his spine out?
Tech: Yes. But with a jaw strength well in excess of that of a normal human being.
Arcel: Great. Well, maybe we're looking for Dracula.
Tech: Ha ha! Finally, brother; you're opening your mind to new possibilities. But no, there are no vampires, sadly. But it'll be something exciting, I'm sure.
Tech: The C-1 cervical vertebra is connected to the C-2 cervical vertebra. The C-2 cervical vertebra is attached to the C-3...
Arcel: That... Tech, that's enough.
Lynn: When you finally meet a nice girl, I would avoid bringing her home for as long as possible.
Lynn: The killer took the victim's spinal fluid? Why would they do that?
Tech: Where would the fun be if we already knew all there is to know?
Tech: I am forming a hypothesis. Would you care to hear?
Arcel: Well, I don't know. Would I ever be able to sleep at night again?
Tech: Well, that depends.
Arcel: Depends on what?
Tech: On whether the light is on or not.
Arcel: Everything stolen is not necessarily lost.
Destiny: Meaning what?
Arcel: Meaning, if there's a car found stripped in the Greater Boston Area, I can guarantee you my man ND has his big toe in it.
Destiny: You have a friend who runs a chop shop?
Arcel: You make that sound so illegal.
Tech: It's possible we're dealing with a case of spontaneous human combustion.
Arcel: I thought that was just a myth.
Tech: Oh, a myth is just an unverified fact.
Lynn: You know, Tech, working with you, it's amazing the sort of things you get used to.
Tech: You're not the first person to tell me that.
Destiny: I fell like I'm losing my mind.
Tech: Oh, I don't think so. If you were actually going insane, you'd likely have no idea what's happening. Take it from me.
Destiny: What process?
Eli: To create super soldiers.
Destiny: Super-soldiers?
Eli: Yes. Like Khan Noonian Singh.To defend us in the coming war.
Destiny: What war?
Arcel: I'm sorry. The Khan?
Eli: Yes.
Arcel: As in The Wrath of...?
Eli: Yes.
Arcel: Let me guess. This war, it's against...
Eli: The Romulans. Renegade Romulans from the future, here to change the timeline. The sworn enemy of the Federation.
Arcel: The Federation. That would be the United Federation of Planets.
Eli: Yes.
Arcel: Hmm. And you know this because?
Eli: I am the son of Sarek.
Arcel: Which makes you Spock.
Eli: Yes.
Arcel: Well, Mr. Spock, thank you for your time. We'll let you get back to the bridge now.
Eli: Live long and prosper.
Tech: I've seen this woman before. Why does she look so familiar?
Arcel: Maybe because you dissected her twin sister yesterday. Remember? Blond girl about 5'7". Really well done. Melted fillings.
Tech: Oh, right.
Danielle: Has Tech been acting strange lately?
Lynn: Tech acting strange. Um... no stranger than usual.
Destiny: What are you doing here?
Tech: We're trying to plug a hole in the universe. What are you doing here?
Tech: Arcel! Arcel! They said I can ride in the back with the body. Can I?
Arcel: Sure. Of course you can. Stay out of the medications, though. Please.
Destiny: So who was she?
Arcel: Tech thinks that she was a shape-changing soldier from another universe. He thinks that might be where you went. Hmm. Do you think it's a bad sign that I can say that out loud and neither one of us thinks I'm crazy.
Tech: The base solution contains human DNA, male, I think. Of course, it's a mutation. Perhaps a whole new stage of human evolution. Wouldn't that be fantastic?
Arcel: If we've stumbled upon a mutant? No. Fantastic's not the first word that pops into my mind.
Tech: We're all mutants. What's more remarkable is how many of us appear to be normal.
Arcel: That was Destiny--Agent Degona told her Danneh may have killed his wife and child 17 years ago.
Tech: Oh, finally some good news. I assume we can dig them up. I haven't had any bodies to examine.
Arcel: I need my own bedroom. I woke up this morning to him singing an aria from Pagliacci.
Lynn: Your brother has a wonderful voice.
Arcel: Not when he's doing jumping jacks. And did I mention he was naked?
Tech: A good morning sets the tone for the day.
Arcel: Four words that should never show up in a sentence: "classified experimental military project."
Lynn: Dr. Sorm, what did I tell you about experimenting with fruit? I just cleaned this lab up yesterday.
Arcel: Tech, I thought that we agreed this was a stupid idea.
Tech: Oh, no, you decided. I still maintain that the principle is perfectly sound.
Arcel: He wants you to eat worms.
Tech: Not just worms, flatworms!
Daneille: So, can you fix it?
Wolf: You understand you're asking me if I can repair a piece of technology that is entirely unlike anything that has ever existed here on Earth?
Daneille: Wolf...
Wolf: Now that I have one that works, I can do it in three hours... tops.
Tech: Do you think she'll remember me?
Arcel: I think she might. I'm gonna guess there's not too many men in her life who have strapped her to a table and pumped her full of a massive amount of psychedelics.
~ Fringe. Lots and Lots of Fringe. XP
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