Peter Petrelli : Listen, I-I tried it again.
Nathan Petrelli : Tried what?
Peter Petrelli : What do you mean what? What do you think that I mean? I-I tried to fly.
Nathan Petrelli : Would you keep your voice down?
Peter Petrelli : You were there. Last night I could fly. This morning, nothing. I nearly broke my neck trying.
Nathan Petrelli : Well, that would have solved one of our problems.
Nathan Petrelli : As many of you might have read, my brother Peter had an accident. But what I've kept from the press thus far is that, Peter barely survived a suicide attempt. My first instinct was to keep his illness hidden but no one should suffer alone because we are all connected somehow. Everyone in this room. You, me, everyone in this city. And we need to look out for each other.
Nathan Petrelli : ...he turns around to the other one and says, Holy Cow, a talkin' dog.