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Redux

Mulder: Keep going FBI Woman.
Scully: Mulder? What are you doing? Why are you sitting in my bedroom in the dark?

Scully and Mulder, How long? Scene, Redux [See Scenes]

Scully: All lies lead to the truth, isn't that right?

Mulder: Level four clearance. That mean I get to dine at the Officer's Club?

Mulder makes a choice, Redux [See Scenes]

Scully: The cruelest ironies are those consecrated by the passage of time, chanced and occasioned by shocking discovery. I had joined Agent Mulder on the X-Files because of my background in the medical sciences. My assignment was to question his work, to debunk his investigations, and to reign him back into the FBI mainstream. Now, as fate would have it, I am calling on these very same skills to prove that he has been the target of a scheme orchestrated by someone close to us in the FBI. Someone we have trusted above all others, involved in a highly organized plot to keep a dangerous secret from the light of day.

Scully: I have few short hours to conduct these tests before I must appear before an FBI panel to explain myself. And as I am ready to lie to them about Agent Mulder, I am also ready to confront them with proof--proof extracted from this tiny organism--that could blow open a conspiracy of global consequence.

Scully: If my work with Agent Mulder has tested the foundation of my beliefs, science has been and continues to be my guiding light. Now I'm again relying on its familiar and systematic methods to arrive at a truth, a fact that might explain the fate that has befallen me. An investigation that began without, now turning within.

Scully: If science serves me to these ends, it is not lost on me that the tool with which I've come to depend on absolutely cannot save or protect me, but only bring into focus the darkness that lies ahead.

Scully: It's got to happen. Everything in my life depends upon it.

Scully: What I have here is proof undeniable that the men who gave me this disease were also behind the hoax. A plot designed to lead to Agent Mulder's demise and to my own, planned and executed by someone in this room. What I have here is scientific evidence.

Redux II

Skinner: You're moving pretty good for a dead man.
Mulder: I'm only half dead.

Scully: Well, then you have to lay it on me. You have to tell them I was the one who killed that man.
Mulder: I... I can't do that.
Scully: Yes, you can. Mulder, if I can save you, let me. Let me give at least some meaning to what's happened to me.

Mulder: (to CSM) Please tell me you're here with severe chest pains.

CbBS&M: Conversation between Bill Scully and Mulder, Redux II [See Scenes]

Mulder: (on the phone) One sorry son of a bitch speaking...

Scully: I fight and I fight and I fight. But I've been so stupid.

Scully: I've come so far in life on simple faith, and now when I need it the most, I just push it away.

Mulder: (to CSM) If Scully dies, I will kill you. I don't care whose father you are... I will put you DOWN.

Mulder: (At Scully’s bedside) I was lost last night. But as I stood here, I thought I'd found my way. I've been ... ah .. I've been offered a deal, a deal that could save my life in a way. And though I'd refused the deal earlier, I left here last night with my mind made up to take it.

Scully: Then why'd you come here if you'd already made up your mind?
Mulder: (Huge heart- melting grin and laugh) Because I knew you'd talk me out of it if I was making a mistake.

Mulder: Four years ago, while working on an assignment outside the FBI mainstream, I was paired with Special Agent Dana Scully, who I believed was sent to spy on me. To debunk my investigations into the paranormal. That Agent Scully did not follow these orders is a testament to her integrity as an investigator, a scientist, and a human being. She has paid dearly for this integrity.

Mulder: She did lied because I asked her to. Because I had evidence of a conspiracy. A conspiracy against the American people.

Mulder: AND a conspiracy intended to destroy the lives of those who would reveal it's true purpose. To conduct experiments on unwitting victims to further their secret agenda for someone further into the government operating at levels without restraint or responsibility. Without morals or conscience... Men who pretend to honor as they deceive.. The price of this betrayal, the lives and reputations of those deceived. Agent Scully... is now in a hospital bed right now diagnosed with terminal cancer. The victim of these same tests. Conducted without her knowledge or consent. By these same men who are trying to cover their tracks who suborn and persecute the same people they've used in their plot I will now call by name!

Mulder: I will answer that question after I name the man who's responsible for Agent Scully! The same man who directed that my apartment be surveilled by the DoD. A man I want to see prosecuted for his crimes! Who's sitting in this very room as I speak!

Unusual Suspects

Langly: We're screwed. Thank you so much for getting me involved in this, DOO-hickey.
Frohike: Frohike, you hippie jerk.
Langly: DOO-hickey!

Frohike: Shut up punk.

Langly: Shut up you nark!

Byers: I was named after JFK. Before the assassination, my parents were going to call me Bertram.
Munch: Lucky you.

Frohike: Hello pretty lady!

Frohike: You look like a gentleman who could appreciate 33 channels crystal-clear television.
Mulder: No thanks, handsome.
Frohike: Oh, a man of distinction ... (after he's gone) Punk ass.

Frohike: Welcome to the dark side.

Langly: Daddy needs a new sword of wounding. 

Detour

Mulder: Yeah unfortunately around this time of year I always develop a severe hemorrhoidal condition.

Mulder: Kill me now.

Agent: I couldn't believe how hard it was not to use the word but!
Mulder: I'm having that same problem right now!

Scully: Mulder we've got this conference, they're waiting.
Mulder: How do I say this without using any negative words, Scully?
Scully: You want me to tell them you're not going to make it at this year's teamwork seminar?
Mulder: Yeah. You see that? We don't need that conference. We have communication like that unspoken. You know what I'm thinking.

Scully: You're putting me on.
Mulder: No, My dad and I were Indian Guides. I know these things.

CITH: Conversation in the Hotel - Detour [See Scenes]

Jeff: Nature is populated by creatures either trying to kill something they need to survive, or trying to avoid being killed by something that needs them to survive. If we become blinded by the beauty of nature, we may fail to see its cruelty and violence.
Scully: Walt Whitman?
Jeff: No. When Animals Attack on the Fox Network.

Scully: What would that be filed next to? The cockroach that ate Cincinnati?
Mulder: No, "The Cockroach That Ate Cincinnati" is in the C’s. "Moth Men’s" over in the M’s.

Scully: There has to be a scientific explanation for this.

COTL: Conversation on the Log - Detour [See Scenes]

Post-Modern Prometheus

Mulder: Scully, do you think it's too soon to get my own 1-900 number?

Scully: Peanut butter sandwiches?
Mulder: You think baloney would be more effective?

Scully: Isn’t it obvious? (Mulder shakes his head.) I think that what we’re seeing here is an example of the culture for whom daytime talk shows and tabloid headlines have - have become a reality against which they measure their lives – a culture so obsessed with the media and a chance for self-dramatization that they’ll do anything in order to gain a spotlight.
Mulder: I am alarmed that you would reduce these people to a cultural stereotype. Not everybody’s dream is to get on Jerry Springer.
Scully: Psychologists often speak of the denial of an unthinkable evil or a misplacement of shared fears. Anxieties taking the form of a hideous monster for whom the most horrific human attributes can be ascribed. What we can’t possibly imagine ourselves capable of we can blame on the ogre, on the hunchback, on the lowly half-breed. But common sense alone will tell you that these legends, these unverified rumors are ridiculous.
Mulder: But nonetheless, unverifiable, and therefore true in the sense that they’re believed to be true.
Scully: Is there anything that you don’t believe in, Mulder?

Scully: Well, I’m a scientist, for one.

Mulder: Good night Doctor Frankenstein

Waitress: On the house. Compliments of J.J.
J.J.: That’s with two Js.

Scully: And you think that Dr. Pollidori has something to do with it?
Mulder: When Victor Frankenstein asks himself "Whence did the principle of life proceed?" and then as a gratifying summit to his toils creates a hideous phantasm of a man he prefigures the Postmodern Prometheus. The genetic engineer whose power to reanimate matter – genes into life – us – is only as limited as his imagination is.
Scully: Mulder, I’m alarmed that you would reduce this man to a literary stereotype, a mad scientist.

Frying pan Scene, Post Modern Prometheus, [See Scenes]

Mulder: You may have been right.
Scully: That these people can be reduced to cultural stereotypes?

Mulder: It’s alive.

Mulder: (shaking his head) This is all wrong, Scully. This is not how the story is supposed to end.
Scully: What do you mean?
Mulder: Dr. Frankenstein pays for his evil ambitions, yes. But the monster’s supposed to escape to go search for his bride.
Scully: There’s not going to be any bride, Mulder. Not in this story.
Mulder: Well, where’s the writer? I want to speak to the writer.

Christmas Carol

Scully: Several months ago, I learned that as a result of my abduction--of what they did to me--that I cannot conceive a child....I just never realized how much I wanted it until I couldn't have it.

Scully: To be honest, I've started to question my priorities since I was first diagnosed with cancer, and I feel like I've been given a second chance.

Scully: Ever since I was a child, I never allowed myself to get too close to people. I've avoided emotional attachments. Perhaps I've been so afraid of death and dying, that any connection just seemed like a bad thing --something that wouldn't last. But I don't feel that anymore.

Scully: I don't believe in fate. I think we have to choose our own path.

Courier Scene, Christmas Carol [See Scenes]

Emily

Opening dream sequence, Emily [See Scenes]

Mulder: She's a miracle that was never meant to be.

Mulder: No, but the fact remains, Ms. Scully is the mother of this child.
Judge: Not in any legal definition.
Mulder: Well, if you can show me a legal precedent for this case, I'd like to see it. Dana has known for quite some time that she can't bear children. She doesn't know why, but however that happened, that fact that she can adopt this child, her own flesh and blood, is something I don't feel I have the right to question and I don't believe anyone has the right to stand in the way of.

Mulder: (to doctor) Medical rapists. That's all you are. And now your going to let a little girl die. She's just a lab rat to you. Why don't you tell me whose life if worth saving, your or hers? I want everything to help that little girl.

Scully and the Social Worker, Emily [See Scenes]

Frohike: Are you at Adoption Services, Mulder?
Mulder: No I'm at the maternity ward. (Actually an old age home.)
Frohike: Any fetching young mothers there?
Mulder: I think you might have a shot here Frohike.  Do you know anything about pharmaceuticals?
Frohike: Medicinal or ... recreational?

Scully: Mulder, whoever brought this child into this world didn't intend to love her.

Scully: You were right. This child was not meant to be.

Scully: Who are these men who would create a life whose only hope is to die?
Mulder: I don't know. But the fact that you found her... and had a chance to love her... Then maybe she was meant for that too.
Scully: She found me.
Mulder: So you could save her. 

Kitsunegari

Agent: So what's adequate backup?
Mulder: Adequate backup? Every cop you can get your hands on.

Model: Two words. Its alive!

Mulder: Either you come back here on your own or I drag your sorry ass back on the bumper of my car.

(We see various symbols, in blue paint, on the walls of the room.)
Mulder:  (motioning at the symbols)  I'm going to take a wild stab here and guess this is a clue.

Agent: Fox hunt.
Scully: Fox Mulder.
Mulder: That's a little on the nose don't you think.

Linda: Its not like Nathan was impulsive or flighty, I don't want to paint him like that.
Mulder: He was true blue.

Scully: The serial killer makes us believe that he's guilty; in turn diverting suspicion away from the real estate lady, well, he had me going.

Mulder:  (annoyed)  OK, look, you do me a favor, Scully. You give me a call when you think I've come to my senses, all right?

Schizogeny

Mulder: Is it possible that he took the term mud pie literally?

Mulder: Hey Scully, is this demonstration of boyish agility turning you on at all?

Mulder: Now that sounds like an exaggeration, don't you think?

Scully: Well … you asked me for answers. Those are the best ones I’ve got.

Scully: Mulder, where's the body?

Chinga

Mulder: You didn't rent a convertible did ya?
Scully: Why?
Mulder: Are you aware of the statistics of decapitation?
Scully: Mulder. I'm hanging up. I'm turning off my cell phone. I'm back in the office on Monday.
Mulder: You shouldn't , uh, talk and drive at the same time either. Are you aware of the statistics...hello?

The Proposal, Chinga [See Scenes]

Scully: I am on vacation.

Scully: New England hospitality. Heard about it my whole life. Finally got a chance to experience it for myself.

Mulder: (on phone to Scully) Hey, morning, sunshine.

Mulder: You're obviously not a fan of American Bandstand, Scully.

Scully: You know, Chief Bonsaint – Jack – can I call you Jack? I’ve been thinking that maybe … maybe we need to explore other possibilities.
Bonsaint: I’m not sure I understand.
Scully: Well, maybe we need to keep our minds open to … extreme possibilities.

Scully: Mulder, are there any references in occult literature to objects that have the power to direct human behavior?
Mulder: What types of objects?
Scully: Um, like a doll, for instance.
Mulder: You mean like Chuckie?
Scully: Yeah, kind of like that.
Mulder: Yeah, the talking doll myth is well established in literature, especially in New England. The-the fetish or Juju is believed to pass on magical powers onto its possessor.  Some of the early witches were condemned for little more that proclaiming that these objects existed. The supposed witch having premonitory visions and things …. Why do you ask?
Scully: I was just curious.
Mulder: You didn’t find a talking doll, did you, Scully?
Scully: No, no. Of course not.
Mulder: I would suggest that you check the back of the doll for a - a plastic ring with a string on it. (Scully shakes her head and hangs up on Mulder.) That would be my first …. Hello?

Scully: … Did you, uh, did you get anything done while I was gone?
Mulder: Oh, God. It’s amazing what I can accomplish without incessant meddling or questioning into everything I do.

Scully: Oh, I don't know. I think some things are better left unexplained.

Kill Switch

Scully: What would they be doing here? (Looking at a group of dead drug dealers.)
Mulder: Maybe it was for the pie.

Scully: (shocked) Mulder, that’s evidence.
Mulder: Gee, I hope so.

Scully: Anyone uh, think to check his e-mail.

Mulder: Frohike says this place is really proud of its accurate tracking.
Scully: If not in their computer security.

Scully: No more screwing around. We need a name. Your real name.
Esther: Invisagoth. You want my address? Its T.O.A.S.T.

Scully: Do you believe this load of crap?

Esther: The primordial slime? The ooze out of which all life evolved. Except this time it’s artificial slime - artificial life.  One man alone archives the equivalent of Copernicus, Magellan and Darwin.
Scully: And what was your role in this? Were you the bass player?

Esther: Are these the brain donors that nearly got us incinerated?
Mulder: Don’t let their looks fool you.
Scully: Your name is Esther Nairn?

Esther: Are you going to take off the cuffs, or do I have to do this with my tongue?
Mulder: You don’t want to take a vote.

Scully: Aren't you worried it's gonna track you down, Esther? Hunt you down with its particle beam?

Scully: Why didn’t it just zap him, too?
Esther: It's creator? No, it needed to impress Donald. The particle beam would have been overkill.
Scully: Unlike a dozen crack dealers.
Esther: No, you see that’s its sense of humor.

Scully: Why don’t you just call him. Oh, right – death from above.

Esther: Gee, you guys know anyone that works for the government? (All look at Mulder.)

Bad Blood

Scully: First of all, if the family of Ronnie Strickland does indeed decide to sue the FBI for--I think the figure is $446 million--then you and I both will most certainly be codefendants and second of all... I don't even have a second of all, Mulder: $446 million. I'm in this as deep as you are and I'm not even the one that overreacted. I didn't do the... with the thing.

Mulder: No, no, no, I didn't say that. I just want to hear it the way you saw it.
Scully: I don't feel comfortable with that.
Mulder: Prison, Scully. Your cell mate's nickname is going to be Large Marge. She's going to read a lot of Gertrude Stein.

Scully: Yesterday when I arrived at work, you were characteristically exuberant.

Scully: Why the hell didn't you tell me that from the beginning?

Mulder: Come on, Scully, get those little legs moving. Come on.

Mulder: Nice Threads.

Sheriff: You really know your stuff Dana.
Mulder: Dana? He never even knew your first name.
Scully: Are you going to interrupt me or what?
Mulder: No. Go ahead, Dana.

Mulder: We need an autopsy on this man, the sooner the better.
Scully: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What am I even looking for?
Mulder: I don't know.
Scully [to Hartwell]: He does that.

Scully: 4:54 PM, begin autopsy on white male, age 60, who is arguably having a worse time in Texas than I am... although not by much. I'll begin with the "y" incision. (blade falls to the floor) Yee-haw. Heart weighs 370 grams, tissue appears healthy. Left lung weighs 345 grams, tissue appears healthy. Large intestine... 890 grams, yada yada yada. Stomach contents show last meal close to the time of death, consisting of... pizza, topped with pepperoni, green peppers, mushrooms... mushrooms... That sounds really good.

Scully: Having completed the autopsy I checked into the Davey Crockett Motor Court.
Mulder: The name of it was actually the Sam Houston Motor Lodge.

Scully: I just put money in the magic fingers!

Scully: Forgoing both dinner and sleep I was soon back at the funeral home examining one Mr. Paul Lombardo from Naples... Florida. Heart... lung... large intestine. As with the previous victim, it appears that the subject was most likely incapacitated with chloral hydrate, and then exsanguinated. (Her cell phone rings) The drug was either injected or ingested. I'm not sure which. (Phone rings again. She answers it) Scully. (She only hears breathing) Hello? Hello? (Sighing on the phone. She hangs up and puts new latex gloves on) Where was I? Stomach contents. Stomach contents include... pizza... (gasps) Chloral hydrate's in the pizza. The pizza guy. (Gasps again) Mulder!

Scully: Mulder? Are you okay?
Mulder: Who's the black private dick who's a sex machine with all the chicks? (singing falsetto): Shaft! Can you dig it? They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother... (falsetto): Shut your mouth! Talkin' 'bout Shaft! [Scene shift's to the present] I did not!

Mulder: You arrived at the office, characteristically less than exuberant.

Scully: Well, it's obviously not a vampire.
Mulder: Well, why not?
Scully: Because they don't exist?

Scully: Hoo Boy!

Scully: He had big buck teeth?
Mulder: He had a slight overbite.

Scully: If there's a point, Mulder, please feel free to come to it.

Mulder: Historically, cemeteries were thought to be a haven for vampires as are castles, catacombs and swamps, but unfortunately, you don't have any of those.
Hartwell: We used to have swamps only the EPA made us take to calling them "wetlands."

Mulder: Broken or shifted tombstones. The absence of birds singing.
Hartwell: There you go. 'cause I ain't hearing any birds singing. Right? 'course, it's winter, and we ain't got no birds. Is there anything else?

Scully: What do you mean you want me to do another autopsy?! And why do I have to do it right now?! I just spent hours on my feet doing an autopsy, all for you. I do it all for you, Mulder. You know, I haven't eaten since 6:00 this morning, and all that was, was a half a cream cheese bagel, and it wasn't even real cream cheese, it was light cream cheese. And now you want me to run off and do another autopsy? What the hell happened to you?

Scully: You're saying that I actually hit him two times? And then he sort of flew at me like a flying squirrel?

Scully: Mulder, it's not just me. Nobody in their right mind will ever believe that story.

Coroner: Case 0026198, Ronald Lavelle Strickland. Probable cause of death... gee, that's a tough one. (pulls the stake out)

Scully: Just keep reminding him you were drugged. (Straightens his tie)
Mulder: Will you stop that. (Swats at her hands)
Scully: Couldn't hurt.
Mulder: Stop it.
Skinner: Scully, Mulder.
Mulder: (They 'jump' up off of the seat) I was drugged!

Scully: He was dead.
Mulder: I noticed that.
Scully: With a stake through his heart.
Mulder: I noticed that too.

Scully: Why would a real vampire need fake fangs? I mean...for the sake of argument.

Mulder: They pulled up stakes.

Scully: Anyway, I was drugged.

Patient X

Krycek: (on phone) Well, look who's answering the bat-phone.
WMM: Alex Krycek.
Krycek: Those guys too cheap to offer you a pension plan?

Scully: Shouldn't that be my picture next to the headline? ["All this conjecture about little green men--false, dangerous, delusional. Panelist Fox Mulder"] Or is that just you having a little fun?
Mulder: Do I look like I'm having fun, Scully?
Scully: You look constipated, actually.
Mulder: That makes sense. I've had my head up my rear end for the last five years.
Scully: This wouldn't have anything to do with Cassandra Spender?
Mulder: Cassandra Spender is living proof that the truth I've so boldly sought for the last five years is the truth of a madman.
Scully: How's that?
Mulder: One more anal-probing, gyro-pyro levitating-ecoplasm alien antimatter story, and I'm gonna take out my gun and shoot somebody.
Scully: Well... I guess I'm done here. You seem to have invalidated your own work. Have a nice life.

Mulder: You know, you try to reveal what's hidden, you try to incite people with the facts, but they'd rather believe some insane nonsense, refusing to believe what our government is capable of.
Scully: You've come a long way, Mulder.
Mulder: Yeah, and still nobody believes me.

Scully: Mulder, why are you tiptoeing around the obvious facts? I mean, this is Skyland Mountain. We're right back here on Skyland Mountain.

Scully: You know Mulder, maybe you shouldn't be so quick to rule out what Cassandra Spender has to say.

Mulder: Well, you’re lucky he wasn’t a fan of the Ice Capades.