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| - WILLIAM BELL: The Little Old Lady From Ipanina. WALTER: It's the Girl From Ipanema. And no. Try again. WILLIAM BELL: Oh, Walter, can you try something else? WALTER: You're taking the fun out of it. (to Peter) What's the temperature, son? PETER: We're at 64 degrees. WALTER: Perfect! Astro, are we ready? ASTRID: Just about, Wally. PETER: And you're sure this is safe, Walter. WALTER: Perfectly. If everything goes according to plan, the electrical current will latch onto the dominant consciousness which is Belly's and coax it into its new residence. PETER: I meant safe for Olivia. WALTER: Oh. Of course.
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| - WILLIAM BELL: The Little Old Lady From Ipanina. WALTER: It's the Girl From Ipanema. And no. Try again. WILLIAM BELL: Oh, Walter, can you try something else? WALTER: You're taking the fun out of it. (to Peter) What's the temperature, son? PETER: We're at 64 degrees. WALTER: Perfect! Astro, are we ready? ASTRID: Just about, Wally. PETER: And you're sure this is safe, Walter. WALTER: Perfectly. If everything goes according to plan, the electrical current will latch onto the dominant consciousness which is Belly's and coax it into its new residence. PETER: I meant safe for Olivia. WALTER: Oh. Of course. PETER: No offense. WILLIAM BELL: Oh. None taken. WALTER: Olivia's mind is still peacefully at rest. She won't be aware of any of this. Though we should all take a few steps back. PETER: Excuse me? WALTER: It's perfectly safe, Son. I assure you. ASTRID: EEGs are online. WALTER: You ready, Belly? WILLIAM BELL: Aye, aye, Captain. WALTER: Do it, dear. ASTRID: Okay. Three, two, one... WILLIAM BELL: Walter? Didn't work. WALTER: Damn! You can reset the circuit breakers, Dear. Tell the Medical School we're returning Mister Spencer. ASTRID: (to Peter) Sorry. PETER: So what now? WILLIAM BELL: Well, now I guess we try and find another brain-dead host. PETER: And what makes you think it's gonna go any better this time? That body fit all of your parameters, and we were lucky to find him in the first place. WILLIAM BELL: Perhaps we should think up another idea. PETER: I have a new idea. You said that if you didn't find a suitable host in forty-eight hours that you would just go away. WILLIAM BELL: Are you suggesting that I die? PETER: I'm suggesting that I want Olivia back. And I'm losing patience. OLIVIA: Peter -- oh, Peter, help me! PETER: Astrid! ASTRID: What happened? PETER: Call 9-1-1.
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