| Last Line | Episode | Spoken By |
| Hello, Liv. | |
| Good work. | |
| I'm glad you choose to see me the way you do, very glad indeed. | |
| Happy Birthday, Peter. | |
| Let me know when it's finished. | |
| The answer to your second ... I'm William Bell. | |
| It's alright Olive ... everything's going to be okay. | |
| I have to tell him who he really is. | |
| You're most welcome - have a good night. | |
| I think he's speaking Russian. | |
| Yes, I am concerned too. | |
| He left me Massive Dynamic. I'm the sole shareholder. | |
| Okay. Well you call me when you land. | |
| You can't imagine what it's like to lose a child. | |
| So do you. | |
| Whatever they needed from you they have it now. It's not safe for you here anymore Olivia. You have to go home. | |
| You designed a door to the other side, I want you to think about that door. | |
| What are you - a size eight? | |
| I will prove it Liv - that I love you - always. | |
| Peter Bishop, really? | |
| Little Hill. | |
| We had no choice, once he started breathing again. | |
| Olivia, we'll find them. | |
| Hello, Son. | |
| Well then, let’s not keep her waiting. | |
| | Last Line | Episode | Spoken By |
| Yeah. | |
| He's gone. | |
| Good night, my son. | |
| Simon says … (fades into laughter). | |
| It's true. | |
| I'm sure tomorrow will bring the usual insanity, might as well enjoy a night off. | |
| Uh ... I don't want to talk. | |
| Good night. | |
| Please let me out of here ... no, no, no. No! No! No! | |
| Some things are meant to be left alone, Agent Farnsworth. | |
| Warmest Regards, Nina. | |
| Question him. | |
| I'm gonna go hit the hay. | |
| It didn't work. Nothing happened. All I saw was black. | |
| It's a shame things are about to get so hard for her. | |
| I love you, too. | |
| Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily … life is but a dream … | |
| And the rest, you don't remember it? | |
| Walter is in trouble, and I'm quite confident we don't have much time. | |
| According to Boone, the man who's funding Z.F.T ... is William Bell. | |
| Olivia, please don't tell him. | |
| Evening. | |
| Thank you for bringing these back. | |
| Because whatever's in those cases is gonna destroy us all. | |
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