Olivia: wewe know your father used to call this the Bullet that Saved the World.
Henrietta: What are talking about?
Olivia: It all started with William Bell, I remember it like it was yesterday.....

William: Well, this is unexpected. wewe know I was not planning on having any humans. What a troublesome species we can be, after all. I had assumed that Walter and I would die off and my new universe would thrive unencumbered kwa the savage whims of Mankind. But I see I was wrong - look at the two of you. Humans abide. They persevere. They survive. wewe have earned your right in the new order, a final breeding pair. Amongst all others, wewe will be the new Adam and Eve.

Olivia: At this point, your father had heard just about enough.

Peter: Stop this. Turn it off now.

Henrietta: I would get mad too, if someone was talking crazy like that.
Olivia: Peter had the gun to William Bell's head.

William: Shoot me if wewe like, young Peter. I cannot turn it off. There's no escaping the inevitable. The chain reaction has begun. Olivia is a living uncertainty engine. Every breath she takes brings us closer to Nirvana. Every beat of her moyo tears the world from its hinges. She is 'The Redeemer. Go ahead. I will not be the first God to be martyred for creation.

Henrietta: Did Grandpa try to stop him?
Olivia: Walter did the only thing he could.
Henrietta: What?

Walter: Forgive me. (shoots Olivia in the forehead)

Henrietta: Grandpa shot wewe in the head?!
Olivia: Yes, he did.
Henrietta: I am sure that went over well?
Olivia: Your father was in shock.

Peter: No! (rushes to his fatally wounded soulmate) No! (the vessel re-syncs with this universe and the helicopters remain directly on target) No. No. (to Walter) wewe killed her.

Henrietta: How did wewe get the bullet out?
Olivia: Are wewe sure wewe want to know?
Henrietta: Yeah.
Olivia: Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you.


Peter: (trying to utoto his corpse of a girlfriend in his arms. seriously miffed) Don't touch her.

Walter: Peter, this is no time for emotions. Time is of the essence. We have to songesha rapidly if we're going to save her.

Peter: Save her? She's dead.

Walter: (all business) wewe know very well that hasn't always stopped me. Peter! Listen to me! (slaps his cheek to gain his attention) Now, go over there to the table, get the letter opener, and clear everything else off the desk. Do it now, Peter. (Peter starts his tasks as Walter preps Olivia for combat surgery) Her brain is currently saturated with Cortexiphan. The brain tissue is regenerative, so, if I can get the bullet out before the Cortexiphan wears off and the non-regenerative tissue calcifies, I'll be able to save her. It's like my lemon, limau cake.

Peter: Whoa. Whoa. (as Walter begins to carve into the back of her brain stem with the letter opener) Stop. What are wewe doing?

Walter: I need an exit wound. There isn't one. (goes bullet fishing in the front of her skull with a briefing pointer)

Peter: How much time do we have, Walter?

Walter: Not long. Any damage I do should repair itself... if I can get the bullet out. I'm so sorry, Olive. (drives the slug out of the freshly carved exit wound in the back of her head with a sharp rap on the pointer)

Peter: (despondent at the questionable results) Walter?

Walter: (as Olivia's vital signs return) It worked.

Henrietta: Wow.... I never would have guessed, that that is where the bullet came from!
Olivia: it's a pretty amazing story.
Henrietta: Yeah, it really is!