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.