QUOTES / I S M S
The following are my favorite quotes from the X-Files. The larger scenes can be found in the Scene's section of my web site. Don't read any of these if you don't want to be spoiled. Click on the X to hear the quote.
The Blessing Way
Albert: There is an ancient Indian saying that something lives only as long as the last person who remembers it. My people have come to trust memory over history. Memory, like fire, is radiant and immutable while history serves only those who seek to control it, those who would douse the flame of memory in order to put out the dangerous fire of truth. Beware these men for they are dangerous themselves and unwise. Their false history is written in the blood of those who might remember and of those who seek the truth.
Outside Skinner's Office Scene, The Blessing Way [see Scenes]
Frohike at Scully's Scene, The Blessing Way [see Scenes]
Albert: You must be careful now to end the ceremony properly. If you leave, you must not do any work, change clothes or bathe for four days.
Mulder: That's really gonna cut into my social life.
Mulder: I have been on the bridge that spans two worlds, the link between all souls by which we cross into our own true nature. You were here today, looking for truth that was taken from you, a truth that was never to be spoken but which now binds us together in dangerous purpose. I have returned from the dead to continue with you... but I fear that this danger is now close at hand... that I may be too late.
Paper Clip
Albert: To the Navajo, the Earth and its creatures have great influence over our existence. The stories passed from generation to generation help us to understand the reason for our tears of sadness and tears of joy. Animals like the bear, the spider and the coyote are powerful symbols to our people. When the FBI man, Mulder, was cured by the holy people, we were reminded of the story of the Gila monster, who symbolizes the healing powers of the medicine man. In this myth, the Gila monster restores a man by taking all his parts and putting them back together. His blood is gathered by ants, his eyes and ears by sun, his mind by talking god and pollen boy. Then, lightning and thunder bring the man back to life. At the end of the ceremony, when the FBI Man had been healed, we heard the news from other Native Americans in the northern plains that a great event had taken place. Like the Navajo, these people have their own stories and myths. One of these stories tells of the white buffalo woman, who came down from the heavens and taught the indians how to lead virtuous lives, and how to pray to the creator. She told the people she would return one day. Then, she turned into a white buffalo and ascended into the clouds, never to be seen
again. But, on this day, when the holy people had given the FBI man a miracle, a white buffalo was born, and every Native American knew, whether he believed the story or not, that this was a powerful omen and that great changes
were coming.
Scully: I went to your father's funeral. I told your mother that you were going to be okay.
Mulder: How did you know?
Scully: I just knew.
Frohike: Unbelievable! We thought you were history!
Mulder: You're gonna have to wait a little bit longer for my video collection, Frohike.
Scully: I have to go there, Mulder.
Mulder: You can't go.
Scully: That bullet was meant for me.
Mulder: If they're trying to kill you, that's the first place they're going to look.
Scully: Those bastards...
Mulder: We're going to call someone I think can help. It's the only thing you can do for her right now is try to crucify them.
Scully: What do you think?
Mulder: I'd like to try door number one, Monty.
Scully: What do you think your father would have been doing here?
Mulder: I don't know...but he never came home wearing a miner's cap.
Mulder: I think with a crow bar and a small nuclear device it might be able to get through one of these things.
Scully: Lots and LOTS of files!
CITD: Conversation in the Diner, Paper Clip [see Scenes]
Pucker Up Scene, Paper Clip [see Scenes]
Scully: I've heard the truth, Mulder. Now what I want are the answers.
D.P.O.
Scully: Mulder? What's in your pocket?
Scully: Well, considering it’s only a partial imprint, there’s a lot of information here.
Mulder: That’s great now can you make me a little cherub that squirts water?
Scully: (smiles) The tread looks like standard military boot. Mens, size eight and a half.
Mulder: Size eight and a half? Pretty impressive, Scully.
Scully: It says it right here on the bottom.
Scully: I'm surprised you haven't already read that issue.
Mulder: Oh, I have. April is the cruelest month, but mine didn't come with this. (A
picture of Sharon Keveat) I found it between Miss April and Women of the Ivy League.
Scully: So what? Are we supposed to charge him with assaulting a cellular phone?
Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose
Yavez: They say the eyes capture the last image the murder victim sees before they're killed.
Cline: What do they say about the entrails?
Yavez: Yuck.
Yappi's insight Scene, Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose [see Scenes]
Yappi: Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an interview to give. Skeptics like you make me sick.
Mulder: Mr. Yappi, read this thought.
Yappi: So's your old man!
Scully: It's too bad about your negative energy, Mulder. It was quite a performance.
Cline: Look, all I know is that so far, Yappi has provided more solid,
concrete leads on this case than you have. Now, if you don't mind,
I have to get an A.P.B. out on a white male, age seventeen to
thirty-four, with or without a beard, maybe a tattoo... who's
impotent. Let's go. (He and Havez walk out.)
Scully: Might as well go home, Mulder, this case is as good
as solved.
Cline: It's kind of creepy, isn't it? The Stupendous Yappi said the
first victim's body would be dumped somewhere, then we find it in a
dumpster.
Mulder: Oooh, I just got a chill down my spine.
Scully: (to Mulder) Oh, so now you're psychic?
Mulder: Be honest, Scully. Doesn't that propane tank bear more
than just a slight resemblance to a fat, little, white Nazi stormtrooper? (He points to a small white propane tank with a black top on it.
They start towards it.)
Scully: Mulder, the human mind naturally seeks meaningful patterns
and configurations in things that don't inherently have any. Given the
suggestion of a particular image, you can't help but see that shape
somewhere. If that tank weren't there, you'd see it in a, in a rock or
in a tree...
Mulder: Did you answer my question? (They stop walking and stare at it.)
Scully: Yes, it looks like a fat, little, white Nazi stormtrooper but
that only proves my point.
Clyde: Well, you see, that's another reason I can't
help you catch this guy. I might adversely affect the fate of the future.
I mean, his next victim might be the mother of the daughter whose son
invents the time machine. Then the son goes back in time and changes
world history and then Columbus never discovers America, man never
lands on the moon, the U.S. never invades Grenada... Or something less significant... resulting in the fact that my father
never meets my mother and consequently, I'm never born. So when do we start?
Clyde: The guy who cast the mold for this will die of
prostate cancer at the age of eighty-two. Hit or miss?
Mulder: I have no way of verifying that information.
Clyde: Then why'd you ask me?
Mulder: Do you receive any other impressions from it?
Clyde: It's ugly. Next.
Clyde: You know, there are worse ways to go,
but I can't think of a more undignified one than autoerotic asphyxiation.
Mulder: Why are you telling me that?
Clyde: Look, forget I mentioned it.
It's none of my business.
Scully: Can you see him physically yet?
Clyde: No, no, just more insight into his character,
which I know you hate.
Scully: Studying background checks. This is what detective work
is really like. We can't come up with suspects by having visions.
Clyde: Jealous?
Scully: Mister Bruckman... there are hits and there are misses.
And then there are misses.
Scully: All right. So how do I die?
Clyde: You don't.
Mulder: Get this, Scully. The lab analysis from the first bit of fiber
that was found just came back. It's lace.
Scully: Chantilly lace?
Mulder: You know what I like.
Mulder: If coincidences are just coincidences, why do they feel so
contrived?
Scully: That's one to pose to the psychic philosopher.
Good night, Mulder.
Mulder: If my Miss Manners serves me right, that protrusion from his
left cornea is a salad fork.
Cline: Yeah, this is more like it. No more psychics and their vague
visions and predictions. Hell, we don't even need our own hunches.
This case is just now about good old-fashioned forensic police work.
Scully: It's the bellhop. He's the killer, the bellhop at the hotel!
Cline: How the hell does she know that?
Mulder: Woman's intuition.
The List
Mulder: Yeah, he'd been to the chair twice before but the governor
had granted him last-minute stays.
Scully: Third time's a charm.
Mulder: The man was obsessed with
reincarnation.
Scully: Being obsessed with it doesn't mean you can do it.
Mulder: Unless he knew something we don't.
Scully: Like what? The secret password?
Mulder: Yeah, but imagine if it were true, Scully.
Imagine if you could come back and take out five people who had caused
you to suffer. Who would they be?
Scully: I only get five?
Mulder: I remembered your birthday this year, didn't I, Scully?
Scully: A woman gets lonely ... sometimes she can't wait around for
a man to be reincarnated.
2Shy
Mulder: Okay, it’s not yet the finely detailed
insanity that you’ve come to expect from me. It’s just a theory, but what
if he’s not doing this out of a psychotic impulse but rather out of physical
hunger? Maybe he needs to replenish this chemical deficiency in order
to survive.
Scully: From a dry skin sample you’re concluding what?
That he’s some kind of fat-sucking vampire?
Scully: Yes, scorpions predigest their food outside of their body by
regurgitating onto their prey but I don’t know too many scorpions who
surf the internet.
The Walk
Mulder: (After forcing their way into a 'meeting') I guess this isn't a good time to thank you for seeing us.
Mulder: You really think the General's got something to hide?
Scully: No. I think he's got everything to hide.
Mulder: You know, what I can't figure out is why a man who so
deliberately and methodically set out to commit suicide would leave
the one entrance to the room unsecured. But then again, I obviously
have a feeble grasp of Army protocol and procedure.
Scully: Find anything?
Mulder: (Listening to gibberish on a tape) No. But I'm really beginning to like the tune.
Guard: You don't want to get him started again.
He was pretty worked up about an hour ago.
Scully: Not as worked up as I'm going to be.
Mulder: Sometimes the only sane response to an insane world
is insanity.
Oubliette
Scully: Well, that’s spooky.
Mulder: That’s my name, isn’t it?
Mulder: Have you ever experienced temporary blindness before?
Lucy: I’ve probably experienced just about everything once or twice.
It’s all been pretty temporary.
Scully: I hate to say this, Mulder, but
I think you just ran out of credibility.
Nisei
Scully: That's not your usual brand of entertainment.
Mulder: According to the magazine ad I answered, it's an alien
autopsy. Guaranteed authentic.
Scully: You spent money for this?
Mulder: Twenty-nine ninety-five, plus shipping.
Scully: Mulder, this is even hokier than the one they aired on the
Fox network.
Mulder: Can you identify that?
Scully: Olive oil? Snake oil? I suppose you think it's alien blood.
Mulder: Oh, I didn't get his name. I was too busy getting my ass
kicked.
Scully: I don't know, Mulder, it just doesn't track. What would a
Japanese diplomat be doing in that house with a dead man with
his head stuffed in a pillowcase?
Mulder: Obviously not strengthening the international relations.
Mulder: No, I paid my twenty-nine ninety-five, Scully. I think I'm
entitled to a few more answers, don't you think?
Mulder: I just remembered a piece of evidence from the crime scene
that I forgot to turn in.
Mulder: So you're saying that's from a German satellite?
Byers: No, the optics are German. The technology is probably ours,
but the satellite is most likely Japanese.
Frohike: Launched from South America.
Mulder: Got to love that global economy, huh?
Scully and the MUFON women at Betsy's, Nisei [see Scenes]
Skinner: He didn't make his flight last night. This morning, his body
was found floating face-down in the C &O canal. I think we can assume he wasn't diving for pearls.
Mulder: But you're fine, aren't you, Scully?
Scully: Am I? I don't know, Mulder. They, they, they said that
they know me, that they've seen me before. It was freaky.
They know things about me, about my disappearance.
Scully: Believing's the easy part, Mulder.
I just need more than you, I need proof.
Mulder: You think that believing is easy?
Scully: Where did you get this?
Mulder: From someone like you who wants proof... Who's also willing to believe.
"731"
Scully: Don't tell me you don't know, you smug son of a b... (X grabs the gun Scully has pulled, too fast for her to react. She looks at him in shock.)
X: There are limits to my knowledge.
Scully: I don't have time for your convenient ignorance.
X: You want to know what's on that train? Who killed your sister?
You find out what they put in your neck.
Scully: The implant.
X: It holds more than I could ever tell you. Maybe everything you need
to know.
Mulder: (looking at notebook written in Japanese) Why did I study French in high school?
Mulder: I just want you to point it at him. (He demonstrates how the gun is empty.) Don't pull the trigger. That will kind of give away the game.
Scully: Well done, Agent Pendrell. Keep up the good work.
Pendrell: Hey, thanks. Keep it up yourself. (She looks at him strangely, then takes her coat and leaves.
He sighs.) "Keep it up yourself." What a doof.
Mulder: The N.S.A.? Since when did they start issuing you guys
piano wire instead of guns?
Mulder: You know what I think? I think you're a liar. I don't think
you work for the N.S.A. and I don't think there's a bomb on this train. (Mulder goes back to the keypad.)
Red-Haired Man: You're choosing a hell of a way to find out!
Red-Haired Man: (Answering the phone after a tense moment) Yes? Yes. Just a moment. (He extends the phone to Mulder.) It's for you.
Scully: What I am saying, Mulder, is that there is no such thing as
alien abduction. It is just a smoke screen, happily created by our government to cover
up the biggest lie of all.
1st Elder: Where's the next stop?
Scully: It's not on the map.
Red-Haired Man: You're going to die, you know that?
Mulder: What do you care? You were trying to kill me anyway.
Mulder: Scully, let me tell you, you haven't seen America till you've
seen it from a train.
Scully: We're not waiting for anything, Mulder, we got to get you out of there as fast as we can.
Mulder: I'm fielding all offers and suggestions.
Mulder: We're both going to die in here. The difference is, I'm going to die
quickly. (He points his gun.) As an employee of the National Security Agency, you should know that
a gunshot wound to the stomach is probably the most painful and the
slowest way to die... but I'm not a very good shot and when I miss,
I tend to miss low.
Mulder: What are you watching?
Scully: Your alien autopsy video.
Mulder: You mean I might get my twenty-nine ninety-five's worth
after all?
Mulder: Tick-tick, Scully.
Scully: And I know what I saw at that research facility. It was barely
recognizable as human. Don't you see, Mulder? You're doing their work for them. You're
chasing aliens that aren't there, helping them to create a story to
cover the shameful truth... and what they can't cover, they apologize
for. Apology has become policy.
Mulder: I, I don't need an apology for the lies. I, I don't care about
the fictions they create to cover their crimes. I want them accountable
for what did happen. I want an apology for the truth.
Revelations
Mulder: Either we're dealing with a psychotic religious fanatic
who's hell-bent on exposing these kind of frauds, or a less
pragmatic psycho who harbors a murderous resentment towards
the church, or maybe it's just a very disgruntled altar boy.
Scully: Well, that narrows down the field.
Mulder: Yeah, looks like Kevin was abducted by Homer Simpson's
evil twin.
Scully: (slightly strained voice) Mulder, would you do me a favor? Would you smell Mr. Jarvis?
Scully: Well, isn't a saint or a holy person just another term for
someone who's abnormal?
Scully: I ... believe in the idea that God's hand can be witnessed.
I believe He can create miracles, yes.
Mulder: Even if science can't explain them?
Scully: Maybe that's just what faith is.
Mulder: You never draw my bath.
Scully: How is it that you're able to go out on a limb whenever you
see a light in the sky, but you're unwilling to accept the possibility
of a miracle? Even when it's right in front of you.
Mulder: I wait for a miracle every day. But what I've seen here
has only tested my patience, not my faith.
Scully: Well, what about what I've seen?
CIC: Conversation In the Confessional Scene, Revelations [see Scenes]
War of the Coprophages
Mulder:No, just, uh... sitting and thinking. Widespread accounts of unidentified colored lights hovering in the
skies were reported last night. Look, Scully, I know it's not your inclination but... did you ever
look up into the night sky and feel certain that... not only was
something up there but... it was looking down on you at that exact
same moment and was just as curious about you as you are about it?
Scully: Mulder, I think the only thing more fortuitous than the
emergence of life on this planet is that, through purely random laws
of biological evolution, an intelligence as complex as ours ever
emanated from it. Uh, the, the very idea of intelligent alien life is not only astronomically improbable but at it's most basic level,
downright anti-Darwinian.
Mulder:Scully ... what are you wearing?
Scully: Yeah, well, don't look too hard. You might not like what
you find.
Mulder:Isn't that what, uh, Doctor Zaius said to Charlton Heston
at the end of "Planet of the Apes?"
Scully: And look what happened.
Mulder:It appears that cockroaches are mortally attacking people.
Scully: I'm not going to ask you if you just said what I think you
just said because I know it's what you just said.
Eckerle: The image of those cockroaches has been
permanently imprinted onto my brain. I see them every time I close my eyes.
Frass: Try not to close your eyes.
Frass: Who was that?
Mulder:My drug dealer.
Frass:These kids are braindead. I couldn't get anything out of them.
Mulder:How about some urine? (Frass looks at him funny) For a drug test.
Newton: Yeah, uh, as soon I take a little break. Uh, after talking
with Agent Mulder here, I suddenly feel slightly constipated.
Scully: Who died now?
Scully: I don't know what to tell you, Mulder. I just hope you're
not implying you've come across an infestation of killer cockroaches.
Mulder:Well, that all makes perfect sense, Scully. I don't like it
at all. Did you know that the federal government, under the guise as
the department of agriculture, as been conducting secret experiments
up here?
Scully: Mulder, you're not thinking about trespassing onto government
property again, are you? I know that you've done it in the past, but I don't think that this
case warrants...
Mulder:It's too late, I'm already inside.
Scully: Well, what's going on? What do you see?
Mulder:Doctor Berenbaum, I'm going to have to ask you a few
questions.
Bambi: For instance?
Mulder:What's a woman like you doing in a place like this?
Bambi: Does my scientific detachment disturb you?
Mulder:No. No, actually, I, I find it quite refreshing. (They stare at each other, smiling. Mulder's phone rings and they
both snap out of their trances. He picks it up.) Not now.
COTP: The Conversation on the Phone, War of the Coprophages, [see Scenes]
Mulder:I'm just speculating here, but if extraterrestrial lifeforms
do exist...
Ivanov: Oh, there's no need for speculation, I believe they do.
Mulder:And assuming that they're more technologically advanced
than we are, and if your own ideas about the future of space
exploration are correct, then...
Ivanov: Then the interplanetary explorers of alien civilizations will
likely be mechanical in nature. Yes. Anyone who thinks alien
visitation will come not in the form of robots, but of living beings
with big eyes and gray skin has been brainwashed by too much
science-fiction.
The scene in the Convenience Store, War of the Coprophages, [see Scenes]
Mulder:Greetings from planet Earth.
Mulder:Where are you?
Scully: I'm in a convenience store on the outskirts of, uh...Civilization.
Mulder:Scully, if an alien civilization were technologically
advanced enough to build and send artificially intelligent robotic
probes to the farthest reaches of space, might they not have also
been able to perfect the extraction of methane fuel from manure? An abundant and replenishing energy source filled on a planet with
dung-producing creatures.
Scully: Mulder, I think you've been in this town too long.
Scully: Let me guess... Bambi.
Bambi: Fox told me to wait out here while he
checked inside first. Should I come along with you?
Scully: No... this is no place for an entomologist.
Mulder:I assure you, Doctor Eckerle, I'm just as human as you
are... if not more so.
Frass: Maybe this town's finally come to its senses. (looks at the two agents who are covered in crap) You two ought
to go home and get some rest. You look pooped.
Scully: Smart is sexy. (Mulder looks at her.)
Well, think of it this way, Mulder. By the time there's another
invasion of artificially-intelligent, dung-eating robotic probes from
outer space, maybe their uber-children will have devised a way to
save our planet.
Mulder: You know, I never thought I'd say this to you, Scully
... but you smell bad.
Syzygy
Mulder: If, eh, you detect a hint of skepticism or incredulity in
Agent Scully’s voice, that’s because of the overwhelming evidence
gathered by the FBI debunking virtually all claims of ritual abuse by
satanic cults.
Det. White: Is that true?
Mulder: Don’t ask me.
Scully: Where is she going?
Mulder:You don’t suppose she’s a virgin, do you?
Scully: I doubt she’s even a blonde.
Mulder: (to Scully, they're looking at a burning coffin.) Maybe we’re just imagining that.
Mulder: If you detect a hint of impatience in Agent Scully’s voice,
that’s because the FBI’s study also found that in most cases, like
the McWarren preschool trial, witnesses were often prompted in
their statements by rumors of stories that were being circulated
and that there was in fact nothing to support them.
Det. White: How do you explain the burning coffin at the funeral?
Mulder: Don’t ask me.
Horned Beast Scene, Syzygy, [see Scenes]
Mulder: Eh, first off, I’d like to apologize for my partner’s rude
behavior, she tends to be rather rigid, but, but rigid in a wonderful
way, not like she was today. Personally, I’d like to try to keep a
more open mind.
Det. White: So, what are you doing at my house?
Mulder: I was hoping you could help me solve the mystery of
the horny beast.
Margi: Can it be true that these people will soon be adults bringing
new life into this world?
Terri: I’m so depressed.
Terri: Hate her.
Margi: Hate her, wouldn’t wanna date her.
Scully: (To Mulder: ) You weren’t in your motel room.
Mulder:I went to follow up a lead with Detective White.
Scully: I see.
Mulder: You see what?
Scully: Look, we’ve been working together for, what, two years now?
We have different opinions, but I didn’t expect you to ditch me.
Mulder: I didn’t ditch you!
Scully: Fine, whatever.
Mulder: Go ahead.
Scully: No, you go ahead.
Mulder: No, no, be my guest. I know how much you like snapping
on the latex.
Mr. Tippy Scene, Syzygy, [see Scenes]
Scully: A high school girl was impaled by flying glass from a
bathroom mirror. (Opens door on driver’s side)
Mulder: Let me drive
Scully: I’m driving.
Mulder: Scully, it’s not what you think
Scully: I didn’t see anything anyway. (Sits down.)
Mulder: Will you let me drive!?
Scully: I’m driv... Why do you always have to drive? Because
you’re the guy? Because you’re the big macho-man?
Mulder: No. I was just never sure your little feet could reach the
pedals. (Closes Scully’s door, then to Det. White: ) Will you go
with her, please? Thank you. (To himself: ) Big macho-man.
Mulder: That’s a bad thing?
Zirinka: Bad like an Irwin Allan movie. I mean, things are gonna
fall outta the sky, disaster lies await, especially around here.
Scully: I’ve got your suspect and you’ve got mine. Why does that
make sense to me at this point?
Scully: Sure, fine, whatever.
Scully: What the hell is going on here?
Mulder: Something cosmic.
Scully: Shut up, Mulder.
Mulder: Sure, fine, whatever.
Grotesque
Mulder: He's an unemployed painter, divorced,
no children. He came to the US from Uzbekistan during Perestroika.
He failed to mention on his INS application that he spent the better
part of his twenties in an insane asylum.
Scully: He was arrested last week for the murders of at least seven
men.
Mulder: You thought all they produced were great hockey players.
Mostow: It killed them. How many times do I have to tell you?
Scully: Well, its fingerprints weren't on the murder weapon, yours
were. And it won't be tried for seven murders under the death penalty.
Scully: You're not going to tell me when your love affair with
Patterson ended?
Mulder: Patterson never liked me.
Scully: I thought you were considered his fair-haired boy when
you joined the bureau.
Mulder: Not by Patterson.
Scully: Why not?
Mulder: Didn't want to get my knees dirty. Couldn't quite cast myself in the role of the dutiful student.
Scully: You mean you couldn't worship him.
Mulder: Something like that. Yeah.
Mulder: Yeah, Patterson had this thing about wanting to track a
killer, to know an artist, you have to look at his art. It really meant,
if you want to catch a monster, you have to become one yourself.
Patterson: I have to tell you, I'm really
disappointed in you.
Mulder: Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you by not
disappointing you.
Scully: Well, did you actually see it? Mulder, maybe you're
seeing what you want to see.
Mulder: What makes you think I'd want to see that?
I didn't imagine it, Scully.
Mostow: Only... It can find you... (Mostow looks into Mulder's cold, dead eyes.) Maybe... it already has.
Piper Maru
Skinner: I don't think there's anything to be read into this. I think
it's a case of manpower and workload. I want you to know, though, that
I am going to appeal this decision and I am gonna go back over all the
evidence again myself and make sure that nothing has been overlooked. (Scully looks at him, clenches her jaw and walks towards the door.
She stops and turns back to him.)
Scully: You know, it's strange. Men can blow up buildings, and they
can be nowhere near the crime scene but we can piece together the
evidence and convict them beyond a doubt. Our labs here can recreate
out of the most microscopic detail the motivation and circumstance to
almost any murder, right down to a killer's attitude towards his mother
and that he was a bed wetter. But in a case of a woman, my sister,
who was gunned down in cold blood in a well-lit apartment building
by a shooter who left the weapon at the crime scene, we can't even
put together enough to keep anybody interested.
Skinner: I don't think this has anything to do with interest.
Scully: If I may say so, sir, it has everything to do with interest.
Just not yours, and not mine.
Scully: I'm just constantly amazed by you ... you're working down
here in the basement, sifting through files and transmissions that
any other agent would just throw away in the garbage.
Mulder: Well that's why I'm in the basement, Scully.
Scully: You're in the basement because they're afraid of you, of your
relentlessness and because they know that they could drop you in the
middle of the desert, and tell you the truth is out there, and you'd
ask them for a shovel!
Mulder: Is that what you think of me?
Scully: Well, maybe not a shovel. Maybe a backhoe.
Mulder: Well that's good because there's some garbage in San Diego
I want you to help me dig through.
Doctor: Whatever these men came in contact with, it was man-made.
Levels like this just don't appear in nature.
Mulder: Not on this planet.
Morgan: Nothing's been touched, not since you've been tied up here
anyway. (Mulder enters) It's a mess huh?
Mulder: It feels like home.
Morgan: What the hell is that?
Mulder: Looks like the fuselage of a plane.
Scully: It's a North American P-51 Mustang.
Morgan: Yeah, it sure is.
Mulder: I just got very turned on.
Johansen: We bury our dead alive, don't we?
Scully: I don't know if I understand.
Johansen: We hear them everyday. They talk to us, They haunt us. They
beg us for meaning. Conscience ... it's just the voices of the dead
... trying to save us from our own damnation.
Skinner: Who are you guys?
Gray--Haired Man: We work for the intelligence community.
Skinner: Remind me not to move there.
Jeraldine: I'm a middle man, Mr Mulder. Pardon my gender type. I take
a cut, a thin slice off the top. It'd be bad business to divulge my
sources.
Apocrypha
C.S.M. : Have the bodies destroyed.
Doctor: But.. but sir...these men aren't dead yet!
C.S.M. : Isn't that the prognosis? (leaves)
Mulder: Guess I'm not dead.
Scully: Hi, how are you feeling?
Skinner: Like someone's been inside my stomach redecorating.
Mulder: (the diving suit from the Piper Maru) It looked great on me in the store.
Mulder: I think that Mrs. Gauthier went to Hong Kong under the control
of this thing (Scully laughs) to find Krycek. I know, I know how it sounds.
Scully: Is anybody not looking for Krycek?
Mulder: No, but I think that the 64 thousand dollar question is what
is this thing looking for? And now that it's in Krycek, what does it want?
Byers: You should call upon our service more often.
Langley: We show a talent for these G-man activities.
Mulder: You mean if I want somebody whacked on the neighbor
with a lead pipe?
Frohike: Only if you want the job done right.
Mulder: (After the LGM kibitz about high tech evidence gathering, Mulder uses a pencil to reveal a number) Actually, it's a phone number, New York City area code
(212), 555 1012. Now don't drop that (giving the pencil to Frohike)
that's a finely calibrated piece of investigative equipment. I gotta
make a phone call.
Frohike: I'll be damned.
Scully: What's it gonna take?
Caleca: At this point? Other than a sign from God?
Scully: I've seen stranger things, believe me.
Pendrell: I believe she has.
W.M.M. : I trust we're all alone.
Mulder: We're all alone in New York City, sir.
Skinner: Agent Scully, what are you doing here?
Scully: I just wanted to make sure you got where you were going
safely.
Scully in the street Scene, Apocrypha [see Scenes]
Mulder: I didn't sign any disarmament treaty. (they draw their guns
and enter the 1st silo, the door's lock has been broken)
Scully: My ears are still popping.
Mulder: We're 8 stories down. (they get in a missile silo)
Scully: Where's the concrete?
Mulder: Apparently, nobody else signed that treaty either.
Scully: 1 down, 199 silos to go.
Scully: You know I thought... when we found him, this man that killed
Melissa, that..that when we brought him to justice, I would feel some
kind of closure. But the truth is no court.. no punishment is ever
enough.
Scully: I think the dead are speaking to us, Mulder, demanding
justice. Maybe that man was right. Maybe we bury the dead alive.
Pusher
Pusher: You must be Frank Burst. You know, I got to tell you...
you got the greatest name.
Mulder: What? You never saw "Yojimbo"?
Scully: Yes, but advertise for what? I mean, how... how did this
"Pusher" convince an otherwise honest deputy sheriff to free him?
I mean, I'm sure you have a theory.
Mulder: Suggestion is a powerful force. The science of hypnosis
is predicated on it, as are most TV commercials. I mean, they're
designed to plant thoughts in your head.
Scully: Inducing someone to buy hair color is a little different than
inducing them to drive in front of a speeding truck.
Mulder: (to Scully) Hey. I think you drooled on me.
Scully: So he's a killer and a golfer.
Mulder: Rings a bell, huh? Let's go, G-Woman.
Mulder: Hey, your shoe's untied. Made you look. How do you do it?
Scully: Are we talking kung-fu movies, Mulder?
Scully: Please explain to me the scientific nature of the "whammy."
Pusher: Take a walk, Mel Cooley.
Skinner: And you're saying this same mysterious phenomenon is
the reason I have a size-seven heel mark on my face?
Mulder:Mango Kiwi Tropical Swirl. Now we know we're dealing
with a madman.
Russian Roulette Scene, Pusher [see Scenes]
Teso Dos Bichos
Scully: You think Bilac's innocent? That the victim wasn't even
murdered at all? That he was devoured by a mythological jaguar spirit?
Mulder: Go with it, Scully.
Scully: Label that.
Officer: As what?
Scully: (as if the answer is obvious) Partial rat body part.
Scully: It looks like he'd been snacking on sunflower seeds all afternoon.
Mulder: A man of taste.
Scully: The dog ate a cat.
Vet: I also found what appears to be bits of rat fur.
I think the rat ate the poison.
Scully: The cat ate a rat.
Mulder: And the dog ate the cat. (Scully gives him a small smile.)
More rats, Scully.
Scully: So, what are we talking here, Mulder, a possessed rat?
The return of Ben?
Scully: Have you been drinking Yaje, Mulder?
Mulder: Go with it, Scully.
Hell Money
Scully: Do you know how much the human body is worth, Mulder?
Mulder: Depends on the body.
Scully: No, but if I’m right this is one man who left his heart in
San Francisco.
Chao: You think because I speak the language I can get all your
answers for you but what good is an interpreter when everyone speaks
the language of silence?
José Chung's, From Outer Space
Chung: (To Scully) And here I was thinking you were just some...
brainy beauty. Now I find out that you also have good taste.
Scully: Well... just as long as you're attempting to record the truth.
Chung: Oh, God, no. How can I possibly do that?
Scully: What do you mean?
Chung: I spent three months in Klass County and everybody there has a different version of what truly happened. Truth is as subjective as reality. That will help explain why when people talk about
their "UFO experiences," they always start off with "well, now, I know
how crazy this is going to sound... but."
Scully: So you're here to get my version of the truth?
Chung: Exactly.
Scully: She was suffering from what my partner calls "missing time." She recalled nothing of the previous night, nor how she had arrived at her present whereabouts. Her body exhibited signs of physical abuse, and all of her clothes were on backwards and inside-out.
Chung: Have I had my share of mornings like that.
Chung: Still, as a storyteller, I'm fascinated how a person's sense of consciousness can be... so transformed by nothing more magical than listening to words. Mere words.
Manners: Well, thanks a lot! You really bleeped up this case.
Scully: Well, of course, he didn't actually say "bleeped." He said...
Chung: I'm, uh, familiar with, uh, Detective Manners' colorful phraseology.
Mulder: You still going to hold the boy?
Manners: Oh, you bet your blankety-blank bleep I am.
Mulder: But the victim seems to confirm his alibi.
Manners: The hell she did! Those kids' stories couldn't be more
bleeping different.
Abducted Smoking Alien: This is not happening. This is not
happening. This is not happening. This is not happening...
Manners: Hey! I just got a call from some crazy bleep-head saying
he was an eyewitness to this alien abduction. Do you feel like talking
to this blank-hole?
Roky Crikenson Scene, José Chung's, From Outer Space, [see Scenes]
Scully: In short, Roky showed signs of being what is known as a
fantasy-prone personality.
Chung: Agent Scully, you are so kindhearted. He's a nut!
I just read his manifesto!
Scully: How did you get a copy?
Chung: One was sent to my publishers. I don't know what was
more disturbing... his description of the inner core reincarnated
souls sex orgy... or the fact that the whole thing is written in
screenplay format.
Scully: Mulder, you're nuts!
Manners: Hey, I just got a call from some crazy blankety-blank
claiming he found a real live dead alien body.
Blaine: Because the proper authorities showed up
with a couple of men in black. One of them was disguised as a woman, but wasn't pulling it off.
Like, her hair was red but it was a little too red, you know? And
the other one... the tall, lanky one... his face was so blank and
expressionless. He didn't even seem human. I, I think he was a
mandroid.
Scully: You never saw this. This didn't happen. You tell anyone,
you're a dead man.
Chung: Aren't you nervous telling me all this after receiving all
those death threats?
Blaine: Well, I didn't, I didn't spend all those years
playing Dungeons and Dragons and not learn a little something about
courage.
Schaffer: I'm not sure we're even having this conversation.
I don't know if these mashed potatoes are really here. I don't know
if you even exist.
Mulder: I can only assure you that I do.
Schaffer: Well... thanks, buddy. Unfortunately... I can't
give you the same assurance about me.
Mulder: You ever experienced a period of "missing time?" You ever had the suspicion that you've been abducted by aliens? Have you ever found a metal implant in your body? Have you checked everywhere?
Chung: You seem non-nonplused by these contradictions?
1st MIB: (To Mulder) I find absolutely no reason why anyone would
think you crazy if you described this meeting of ours.
Chung: Alex Trebek?! The game show host?!
Scully: Mulder didn't say that it was Alex Trebek. It was just
someone that looked incredibly like him.
Chung: Did he?! I mean, you were there.
Scully: Well, not exactly, I'm... I don't have any recollection of
this. I... was surprised to wake up the next morning to find Mulder
asleep in my room.
Chung: Ohhhh ....
Scully: That was Detective Manners. He said they just found your bleeping UFO.
Scully: I know it probably doesn't have the sense of closure that
you want... but it has more than some of our other cases.
Chung's Epilog, José Chung's, From Outer Space, [see Scenes]
Avatar
Scully: (on phone) Mulder, it's me. I just got your message.
You said Skinner called in a homicide?
Mulder: Yeah, it appears to be a little more complicated than that.
It seems like he had a front-row seat.
Scully: Business must be booming.
Mulder: I think you mean "banging."
Pendrell: You know how an airbag works?
Mulder: Your car hits something, a bag fills with air and you
don't die.
Scully: Whatever extreme cases I have encountered I have always
viewed through the lens of science. I believe that is why I was
assigned to the X-Files and to Agent Mulder.
Quagmire
Scully: So you think that there's a serial killer at large?
Mulder: The operative word being "large".
Mulder: I'll take that rambling diatribe to mean that you don't
believe in the existance of such a creature.
Mulder: Sounds like you know a little something about the subject.
Scully: I did as a kid. But, then I grew up, and became a scientist.
Scully: Well, his fly's undone.
Mulder: Are you insinuating something?
Scully: Well, fish eat decomposing matter, any body that's been
suspended in this environment for a period of time is going to
become a food source. We eat fish, and fish eat us.
Mulder: But are fish also known for eating half and saving half
for later?
Mulder: But you've got two or three in as many weeks (deaths), I'd say
you're a little outside your bell curve, Sheriff.
Mulder: Oh, is that the psychological approach to crime solving?
He's too embarrased?
Scully: Regardless of what I believe, there's no hard evidence to
what you believe.
Mulder: That's three in one day, Sheriff.
All this driving from crime scene to crime scene's giving me highway
hypnosis.
Scully: Yeah, it could be a lot of things, Mulder. Fifteen years of
fruitless hunting and the only thing the guy comes up with is a
blurry picture of the monster's tooth?
Mulder: I'm sorry about Queequeg. You know, I think I've learned
something from these photos.
Scully: Mulder...
Mulder: They're not pictures of the lake monster, they're pictures of
the lake. Locations where the fish has been sighted over the past
several years. Look, five years ago, all the sightings occured in the
center of the lake. But progressively the sightings have moved closer
and closer to shore, until this year, they're practically on the shore.
Scully: Could you repeat that last part again? I kind of faded out.
Mulder: Which part?
Scully: After you said "I'm sorry"?
COTR: Conversation on the Rock, Quagmire [see Scenes]
Scully: (To Mulder) Well captain, what now?
Mulder: I guess I just wanted Big Blue to be real.
I guess I see hope in such a possibility.
Scully: Well, there's still hope. That's why these missing stories
have endured. People want to believe.
Wetwired
Mulder: Our blind date's not off to a good start. I've been waiting here nearly two hours.
Plain-Clothed Man: I was asked to make sure you weren't followed.
Mulder: It's just you, me, and the drug dealers.
Plain-Clothed Man: This area's always been known for it's criminal element.
Mulder: Especially when Congress is in session.
Mulder: I just watched thirty-six hours of Bernard Shaw and Bobbie Batista. I'm about ready to kill somebody too.
Mulder: All I know is television does not make a previously sane man go out and kill five people, thinking they're all the same guy. Not even "Must-See TV" could do that to you.
Mulder: "A thing of beauty is a joy forever..." what do you think, Scully?
Scully: I think television plays a large part in both of these murderers' lives.
Mulder: As it does in almost every American home, but television does not equal violence. I don't care what anybody says... (He picks up an ugly statuette.) Unless you consider bad taste an act of violence.
Mulder: (to LGM) I bet all you guys were officers in the audio-visual club in high school, huh?
Byers: You know the way television works?
Mulder: Yeah, you click it on, you have a picture.
Mulder: Bring it home, boys.
Scene at Mrs. Scully's, Wetwired [see Scenes]
Mulder: How you feeling?
Scully:Ashamed. I was so sure, Mulder. I saw things and I heard things, and... it was just like world was turned upside-down. Everybody was out to get me.
Mulder: Now you know how I feel most of the time.
Talitha Cumi
Scully: Excuse me, I'm Dana Scully, F.B.I. I want to talk to somebody who can tell me what happened.
Detective: Well, I can tell you what I saw, but I don't think there's a man here who can tell you what happened.
C.S.M.: I remember water-skiing down there with Bill. He was a good water-skier, your husband. Not as good as I was, but... That could be said about so many things... Couldn't it?
Mrs. Mulder: I've repressed it all.
Mulder: My mother wrote the word "palm." And that's what the man who healed his victims, that's what he used, the palm of his hand. You, you think it's a leap?
Scully: Where are you going?
Mulder: If I told you, you'd never let me go.
Mulder: (To C.S.M.) You going to smoke that? (He whips out his gun.) Or do you want to smoke on this?
C.S.M.: Are you giving me a choice?
Mulder: should shoot you right here, but they'd probably be able to save you.
