The Sixth Extinction

Scully: (voiceover) I came in search of something I did not believe existed. I've stayed on now, in spite of myself. In spite of everything I've ever held to be true. I will continue here as long as I can... as long as you are beset by the haunting illness which I saw consume your beautiful mind. What is this discovery I've made? How can I reconcile what I see with what I know? I feel this was meant not for me to find but for you ... to make sense of -- make the connections which can't be ignored... connections which, for me, deny all logic and reason. What is this source of power I hold in my hand -- this rubbing -- a simple impression taken from the surface of the craft? I watched this rubbing take its undeniable hold on you, saw you succumb to its spiraling effect. Now I must work to uncover what your illness prevents you from finding. In the source of every illness lies its cure.

Scully: I asked that no one be told about it - nor that I'm here

Dr.Barnes: Perhaps you need an interpreter.
Scully: Stay away from me.
Dr.Barnes: Are you going to hack me up in front of my driver. Word is you're under suspecion already.
Scully: You're the murderer here.

Dr.Barnes: I know what we've got - this craft that's come ashore - it's extraterrestial origins.
Scully: You don't even believe in that.
Dr.Barnes: Nor do you, but here we are.
Scully: I'm here only to help my partner.

Scully: (voiceover) I feel you slipping away from me with every minute I fail here. What are the elusive meanings I cannot see that are hidden here? If I could understand it, know how it affected you, learn how to use its power to save you.

Scully: But more than words they are somehow embued with power. I've ignored warnings to quit this work - remaining committed to finding answers - afraid that our secret here won't last and that I may be too late.

Scully: It has power.
Dr.Barnes: It is power - the ultimate power. Your friend just got too close.

Scully: Where is he? Is he still in the hospital?
Skinner: Where have you been?
Scully: Is he still in Georgetown Memorial?
Skinner: You can't get to him.
Scully: Do you know where he is or don't you?
Skinner: He's in the neuro psych ward, but it's no good Agent Scully.
Scully: I have been on a plane for 22 hours - I have to see him.

Scully: (calm and deliberate) He's not dying. He is more alive than he has ever been. He's more alive than his body can withstand and what's causing it may be extraterrestrial in origin.
Skinner: They are going to deny you access.
Scully: Maybe as his partner, but not as his doctor.

Scully: (gently) Mulder, it's me. I know that you can hear me. If you can just give me some sign. (No response.) I want you to know where I've been... what I found. I think that, if you know, that you could find a way to hold on. (whisper) I need you to hold on. I found a key... the key... to every question that has ever been asked. It's a puzzle... (her voice begins to break) ... but the pieces are there for us to put together and I know that they can save you if you can just hold on. (She is almost crying as she pleads with him, gripping his hand tightly, staring into his blank face.) Mulder... please. Hold on.

The Sixth Extinction II: Amor Fati

Scully: Bum a cigarette, Agent Fowley?
Fowley: I don't smoke.
Scully: Really? I could swear I smell cigarette smoke on you.

Scully: Think of Mulder when you met him, think of the promise and the life in front of him. Think of him now - and try and stand there in front of me - look me in the eye - and tell me Mulder wouldn't bust his ass trying to save you.

Scully: Traitor, deserter, coward.
Mulder: Scully don't, I'm dying.
Scully: You're not supposed to die Mulder - here. Not in a comfortable bed with the devil outside.

Scully: Mulder, you must get up. You must get up and fight. Especially you. This isn't your place. Get up Mulder. Get up and fight the fight.

Scully: Mulder, you have got to wake up. I've got to get you out of hear. Mulder, can you understand me.

Scully: I don't know what to believe anymore. Mulder, I was so determined to find a cure to save you that I could deny what it was that I saw. Now I don't even know - I don't know what the truth is, what to listen to, who to trust.

Mulder: Even when the world was falling apart you were my constant, my touchstone.
Scully: And you are mine.

Hungry

Mulder: Hey, Scully, check it out. You know how they say you never want to see the kitchen of any of your favorite restaurants?
Scully: Somehow, I don't think Lucky Boy would make that list.

Mulder: Hello, look at this. Does that look like blood to you?
Scully: Yes - looks like it.
Mulder: What is that - next to it? Oh my God - is that brain - is that brain matter?
Scully: No, I'd say that was ground beef.

Millennium

Man: Look, I know my job. That man was deceased.
Scully: I'm sorry?
Man: I understand that he was one of your own, but the rumors I am hearing - that I put a living human being into the ground.

Scully: Mulder, you been spreading rumors?
Mulder: Why, you hear any good ones lately.
Scully: Not particulary.

Mulder: Merry Christmas, by the way Scully.
Scully: Thank you - Merry Christmas to you too.

Mulder: Check out the headlinder Scully.
Scully: It looks like someone on the inside was trying to get out.
Mulder: Indeed it does.

Scully: What about the person or persons who did the digging?
Mulder: Well, we got one pile of dirt. I'm guessing one man with a shovel.

Mulder: Well go ahead Scully - Nay Say me. A body of an FBI agent gets disentured only to climb out on it's own and disappear into the yule tide night.
Scully: See, ya had me up until there.

Scully: Single minded - sounds like someone I know.

Scully: Two thousand and one is actually the start of the new millenium.
Mulder: Nobody likes a math geek, Scully.

Scully: Mulder, if you are going to tell me he stopped by the side of the road to raise the dead - which I hope you are not - I have two things to say to you. One, his previous circles were made of blood - not salt. And two - they were large enough to contain a body.
Mulder: This is just a protective circle just big enough for one man to stand inside.
Scully: Protecting himself against what?

Scully: Mulder, you're telling me it is more important to track down four dead bodies than one live murderer.

Scully: The deputy, the man we found this morning. He was dead, and then somehow he wasn't.

Scully: Look Sir - I can't even begin to offer an explaination for what happened. But I have to say it is exactly what Mulder feared.

Scully: Now as crazy as this sounds - I have to ask.

Scully: But what if it were true. Good and evil - which would prevail?

Mulder: The world didn't end.
Scully: No, it didn't.
Mulder: Happy new year Scully.
Scully: Happy New Year Mulder.

Rush

Mulder: There you are. Heavy traffic?
Scully: Slow going. Let's just say I had ample time to read the police report that you faxed me.

Scully: Mulder, tell me you have more than SAT scores to show that this Tony Reed didn't commit this crime.

Scully: I'd say that Tony eats his Wheaties.

Scully: His eyeglasses.
Mulder: Penetrated to the back of his skull. Babe Ruth couldn't hit this hard - let alone a high school sophmore.

Mulder: I think there was a force at work here.
Scully: What kind of force?
Mulder: I don't know - some kind of territorial or spiritual entity maybe.

Scully: Rather than spirits can we at least start with Tony's friends. Please, just for me.

Max: You must have been a betty back in the day.
Scully: A Betty?
Mulder: Back in the day.

Scully: What am I supposed to be seeing?

Mulder: I'll show you my theory if you'll show me yours.
Scully: Based on the students I talked to at this point I would have to say I don't have one.

Scully: That's your theory?
Mulder: Yes it is.

Scully: Well you and I were both in there and nothing happened to us. We're still slow poking around.
Mulder: Maybe we're too old.

The Goldberg Variation

Scully: Yeah Mulder it's me - what now?
Mulder: You're in Chicago?
Scully: Yes I'm in Chicago - I'm at the Northeast corner of 7th and Hunter just like you asked. So, where are you?
Mulder: Oh, around. Hey, nice outfit.

Scully: What's down there?
Mulder: Before you check out down there check out up there.

Scully: Was this basement thoroughly searched.
Mulder: No, technically falling 300 feet and surviving is not a crime.

Scully: So basically what if we were looking for Wile Coyote.

Scully: I don't know maybe he just got lucky.
Mulder: What if he got really really lucky - that's your big scientific explaination Scully? I mean - how many thousands of variables would have to conviene in just the right mixture for that theory to hold water?
Scully: I don't know. Thousands.

Scully: Maybe he can't see his way to the door?

Scully: You okay Mulder?
Mulder: Yeah - luckily my ass broke my fall.

Scully: So, here's the plan as I see it. We inform the Chicago field office about Weems - leaving it to them to secure his testimony - you change your clothes - we fly back to DC by sunset - and all is right with the world.

Mulder: Come on Scully - you gonna dump this case just as it's getting interesting.
Scully: Interesting, Mulder, was when we were looking for Wiley Coyote.

Scully: Come on Mulder - this guy just got Lucky. There's no X File here.
Mulder: Maybe his luck is the X File.

Scully: You think he hid in there?
Mulder: He doesn't hide - he avoids.

Scully: Luckiest man in the world? Hell, Mulder, I just beat him.

Scully: I like baseball too.

Orison

Scully: A man escaped from prison.
Mulder: Not a man - Donnie Pfaster. And he didn't just escape. He walked out - he walked out of a maximum security facility and nobody seems to know how he did it.
Scully: Isn't that why we're here?
Mulder: That's why I'm here. I don't know about you. Why are you here? Go home Scully.
Scully: Mulder, this case isn't bothering me

Scully: If you're suggesting that Donnie Pfaster escaped from prison using a technique from a Vegas lounge act I'd think again.

Scully: I haven't heard that song since high school. That's the second time I've heard it in the last hour.
Mulder: I think if it were a make out song it would be ruined forever now huh?

Orison: Believe in the Lord Agent Scully. He believes in you.
Scully: That's nice.

Orison: You're a believer aren't you?
Scully: This has nothing to do with me.
Orison: It has everything to do with you. You have faith - have had faith. You hear Him calling you but are unsure what to do.
Scully: It's not exactly a long shot Sir.
Orison: You stand as you do now - neither here nor there. Longing, but afraid - waiting for a sign.

Scully: How do you prove somebody isn't being directed by God? You don't believe that it happens?
Mulder: God is a spectator Scully - he just reads the box scores.

Scully: I believe that the Reverand believes what he is saying - that it is God working through him.
Mulder: Plently of nutbags do. Has he ever spoken to you?
Scully: I'm trying not to take offense.
Mulder: What did he say?

Scully: That's the first time I ever felt that there was evil in the world. Mulder, Reverand Orison called me Scout. That's the name my Sunday school teacher called me. Donnie Pfaster escaped at 6:06 this morning. That's exactly what time I woke up this morning when my power went out.

Pfaster: Who does your nails girly girl?
Scully: Let me go! The only reason you're alive is because I asked the judge for life. The only reason you're alive is because we didn't kill you when we had the chance.
Pfaster: You're the one that got away - you're all I think about.
Scully: I'm a federal agent. You do anything to me and they will not give you a break this time.
Pfaster: I'm going to run you a bath.

Scully: Go back to hell.

Mulder: You can't judge yourself.
Scully: Maybe I don't have to.
Mulder: The Bible allows for vengence.
Scully: The law doesn't.

Scully: He was evil Mulder. I'm sure about that without a doubt. But there's one thing I'm not sure of.
Mulder: What's that?
Scully: Who was at work in me - or what. What made me - what made me pull the trigger.
Mulder: You mean if it was God?
Scully: I mean - what if it wasn't?

The Amazing Maleeni

Mulder: Neat trick huh?
Scully: I can think of a neater one. How you convinced me to drop everything and get on a plane to Los Angeles.

Scully: Mulder, his head was cut off.
Mulder: Observe the almost complete absence of blood. Observe the posity of finger prints as evidenced by the LAPD's liberal use of licapodium powder.
Scully: Why are you talking like Tony Randall?
Mulder: Know that the Amazing Maleeni was alive one moment and expired the next. Know that also no one saw the fleeing attacker and no one heard the dying man's cries.

Scully: Skeptic.

Mulder: You attended a magic show - The Amazing Maleeni.
Labonge: Yeah, he sucks - why?
Scully: He's dead under extremely suspicious circumstances.
Labonge: He still sucks.

Scully: You have a criminal record.
Mulder: A conviction for pickpocketing.
Labonge: Man - that was performance art. Besides - that is ancient history.

Scully: All right - I'm stumped. I think I am supposed to be.

Scully: Spiritgum, Mulder. It held the head to the body - just barely ofcourse.
Mulder: So he was murdered.
Scully: Well no, as far as I can tell this man died of advanced coronary disease.

Scully: As far as I can tell this body has been dead for over a month. I see signs of refridgeration.
Mulder: And yet he performed yesterday. What a trouper.

Mulder: Oy!
Scully: Yeah - no kidding.

Scully: Why do people do magic - to impress, to delight, to gain attention.
Mulder: Well this one has gained mostly police attention.

Labonge: Let's say I help you out - what do I get in return?
Scully: A feeling of pride that comes from performing your civic duty.

Mulder: Behold - an ordinary household quarter. I'm going to take the quarter from my right hand and place it in my left hand. Where is it?
Scully: Your right hand.
Mulder: No, no, no.
Scully: That's not bad.
Mulder: Blow your nose Scully.
Scully: Mulder...
Mulder: Blow.
Scully: Achoo
Mulder: Ta-da.
Scully: Amazing.
Mulder: The Great Muldini

Mulder: It's only that Alveraze was so obviously guilty - a convicted bank robber caught red handed witnessed trying to rob an armored car just two days earlier.
Scully: He'll need a good lawyer.
Mulder: Yeah - he's up a creek - just like you two want him.

Mulder: Behold - the Amazing Maleeni's wallet.
Scully: You picked his pocket?
Mulder: No, I pilferred it from the evidence room to prevent them from completing their final act.

Scully: You know Mulder, there's still one thing that you haven't explained.
Mulder: What's that?
Scully: How the Amazing Maleeni was able to turn his head completely around.
Mulder: I don't know that.
Scully: I do. I'll show you. Observe.
Mulder: Very nice - how'd you do that?
Scully: Well - magic.
Mulder: No, seriously Scully - how'd you do it?

Signs & Wonders

Scully: What happened to all the snakes?
Mulder: No one seems to know that. There was not a scale found.

Scully: Serpents and religion have gone hand and hand. They've represented the temptation of Eve, original sin. They've been feared and hated throughout history as they've been thought to embody Satan - to serve evil itself.

Scully: Snake handeling. We didn't lean that in Catechism class.
Mulder: That's funny - I know a couple Catholic school girls who were expert at it.

Mulder: Where's the light switch?
Scully: The nearest one - probably ten miles from here. Rattlesnakes and midevil vision of damination. I for one feel a whole lot closer to God.
Mulder: I don't know, Scully. When you... when you get right down to it is snake handling any harder to buy into than communion wafers or transubstantiation...?
Scully: Or believing in flying saucers, for that matter.

Scully: Tennesee, snakes. Thank you Mulder. Thank you so much. I say we arrest him and catch the first flight out of here.

Scully: It's an intolerant culture Mulder.
Mulder: I don't know Scully - sometimes a little intolerance could be a welcome thing. Clear cut right and wrong, black and white, no shades of grey. In a society where hard and fast rules are harder and harder to come by I think some people would appreciate that.
Scully: You're saying that you, Fox Mulder, would welcome somebody telling you what to believe.
Mulder: I just saying that somebody offering all the answers could be a very powerful thing.

Sein und Zeit

Scully: Skinner is royally pissed.

Scully: You're personalizing this case. You're identifying with your sister.
Mulder:My sister was abducted by aliens - did I say anything about aliens Scully?

Scully: Sir?
Skinner: What - what is it Agent Scully?
Scully: I need to have a word with Agent Mulder.
Skinner: It can wait!
Scully: No, no it can't sir.
Mulder: What is it Scully?
Scully: Mulder, you're mom is dead.

Mulder: Why would she do this? It just doesn't make any sense.
Scully: We never truly know why.
Mulder: No - she wouldn't kill herself.

Mulder: I would look for a needle puncture mark - or something else in her system besides these pills.
Scully: No Mulder, please don't ask me to do this.
Mulder: Who else am I going to ask?
Scully: An autopsy Mulder - it's one thing on a stranger, but you're my friend and she's your mother.
Mulder: I know, but if you don't do it I might never know the truth.

Scully: Your mother killed herself Mulder. I conducted the autopsy. She was dying of an incurable disease - an untreatable and horribly disfiguring disease called Pagetts Carsonoma. She knew it - there were doctors records. She didn't want to live. Skinner: Hi.
Scully: Hi.
Skinner: How's he doing?
Scully: It's been a hard night for him.

Skinner: (to Mulder) This case has heated up. I booked two flights for us.
Scully: Then you better book three.

Closure

Harold: The children's bodies were transported from the accident site by spirtual interventions - by what is known as walk-ins.
Scully: Thank you Mr. Piller, but we have real work to be done.

Older Agent: Word of advice, me to you: Let it be. You know, there's some wounds that are just too painful ever to be reopened.
Scully: Well, this particular wound has never healed. And Mulder deserves closure, just like anyone.

C.S.M.: Got it all figured out, don't you, Agent Scully?
Scully: All but why you can't just come to the door and knock.
C.S.M.: I did that. No one answered.

Scully: If you knew that she was dead why not say something earlier - why now.
C.S.M.: There was so much to protect before. It's all gone now.
Scully: So you just let Mulder believe she was alive all these years.
C.S.M.: Out of kindness Agent Scully. Allow him his ignorance. It's what gives him hope.

Scully: Mulder please.
Mulder: What is it?
Scully: You have been through so much - the death of your mother and the feelings this has brought up about your sister. You're vulnerable right now.

Scully: Mulder, I spoke to him. The smoking man, CGB Spender - whatever his name is.
Mulder: You went to him?
Scully: He told me she's dead.
Mulder: Well, he's a liar.

Harold: I'm going to try and summon their presence into the house.
Scully: Oh yeah - a seance. I haven't done that since high school.
Mulder: Maybe afterwords we can play spin the bottle.

Scully: Mulder, what happened? Are you sure you're alright?
Mulder: I'm fine. I'm free.

X-Cops

Scully: Mulder have you noticed that we're on live television?
Mulder: I don't think it's live television, Scully. She just said *bleep*.

Scully: But it's a camera and it's recording. It's recording everything you say. Do you understand that? I just want to make sure you are clear on that.
Mulder: Yeah, I'm clear on that Scully.

Scully: Look Mulder, you want to talk warewolves to me you can knock yourself out. I may not agree with you but at least I won't hold it against you. But this, Mulder, this could ruin your career.
Mulder: What career? Scully, I appreciate it - you don't want me looking foolish. I do - I appreciate that.
Scully: I don't want me looking foolish Mulder.

Scully: I'm going to call Skinner, Mulder.
Mulder: Okay.
Scully: I'm sure he's going to want to say a couple words about this. Guys, give it a rest huh?

Mulder: What did Skinner say?
Scully: He said the FBI has nothing to hide - and neither do we.

Mulder: The nature of these crimes are notoriously hard to quantify with any rigerous scientific level, as Agent Scully will tell you.
Scully: Oh yeah.

Scully: She died of a broken neck right - not the hanta virus.
Autopsy Lady: Who said anything about the hanta virus?
Scully: Nobody - it was ummm - a figure of speech.

Autopsy Lady: Plus you got this camera crew recording everything - why?
Scully: Because the FBI has nothing to hide

Mulder: You were talking about the hanta virus right before she died? Why?
Scully: Because she kept bringing it up. It was like the power of suggestion Mulder. She was afraid of contagion and all of the sudden she was just...
Mulder: She was afraid.

Scully: You didn't get the proof you wanted Mulder.
Mulder: It all depends on how they edit it together.

Scully: This is going to be a hard one to right up.

First Person Shooter

Mulder: You have to admit, though, Scully this is a pretty amazing piece of technology.
Scully: Yeah, wasted on a stupid game.
Mulder: Stupid?
Scully: Dressing up like high-tech warriors to play a futuristic version of Cowboys and Indians? What kind of moron gets his ya-yas out like that?

Scully:You think that taking up weapons and creating gratuitous virtual mayhem has any redeeming value whatsoever? I mean, that the testosterone frenzy that it creates stops when the game does?
Mulder: That's rather sexist, isn't it? I mean, maybe the game provides an outlet for certain impulses, that it fills a void in our genetic makeup that the more civilizing effects of society failed to provide for.
Scully: That must be why men feel the need to blast the crap out of stuff.

Scully: She's a character, she, she's some immature hormonal fantasy.

Scully: Mulder your not serious.

Scully: He's getting his ya-ya's out.

Phoebe: You don't know what it's like-- day in and day out choking in a haze of rampant testosterone.
Scully: I wouldn't be so sure.

Scully: No fair picking on a girl.

Scully: You okay?
Mulder: Ask me if I'm humiliated.

Theef

Mulder: Lousy spelling aside, what do you think it refers to? Who's the thief?
Scully: Well, that's certainly one question. I've got many.
Mulder: "Mulder, why are we here?"
Scully: To be fair, I might have used the words "Mulder, how is this an X-File?"
Mulder: You see that, Scully, you always keep me guessing.

Scully: I'll admit, Mulder this is not an open and shut case. But, uh … (whispering back over her shoulder) it doesn't make it an X-File.

Scully: Hexcraft, as in, uh, putting a curse on someone? Murdering them magically?
Mulder: Yeah, that's what it looks like to me. Now, I know what you're going to say, Scully.
Scully: No, hexcraft. I mean, I'll buy that as the intent here. It certainly jibes with the evidence.

Scully: Oh, yeah, Mulder, win him over.

Scully: She's going back to her people after all. You know, Mulder, I would've made the same call... as a doctor... if I was certain that I couldn't save her life and she was in that much pain... I would've done what Wieder did.
Mulder: Mm-hmm. It seems pretty clear-cut.
Scully: Except maybe it's not.

En Ami

Scully: What the hell are you doing?
C. S. M.: God's work, what else?
Scully: Get out of my car!

C.S.M. :A dying man who wants to make right; to share his secrets; to bequeath this cure to millions of others just like that boy.
Scully: So you want to give it to us.
C.S.M. : To you, Agent Scully. I've tired of Mulder's mule- headedness...

Scully: So, you want to use me to clear the slate... to make you a respectable person. It won't work.

C.S.M. : We'll need to take a trip. It'll require a few days.
Scully: I'll get back to you.

C.S.M. : How long did it take Mulder to win your trust?
Scully: I've always trusted Mulder.

C.S.M. : You're drawn to powerful men but you fear their power. You keep your guard up, a wall around your heart. How else do you explain that fearless devotion to a man obsessed, and, yet, a life alone? You'd die for Mulder but you won't allow yourself to love him.
Scully: Wow. I'm learning a whole other side to you. You're not just a cold- blooded killer, you're a pop psychologist as well.

C.S.M. : How do you take your coffee?
Scully: Unadulterated, thank you.

Frohike: There's nothing on this.
Langly: It's empty.
Byers: Completely.
Scully: (insistent, desperate) No, it can't be. It can't be. It's got to be on there.

Scully: Mulder, I looked into his eyes. I swear what he told me was true.

Scully: You think he used me to save himself-- at the expense of the human race.

Scully: You may be right... but for a moment, I saw something else in him. A longing for something more than power. Maybe for something he could never have.

Chimera

Scully: Yeah. Well, I hope you realize there's no evidence whatsoever that this mystery woman of yours has even committed a crime... Though her wardrobe comes close.

Scully:You know, Mulder I don't know about you but I find this all very depressing... This round-the-clock exposure to the seamy underbelly.
Mulder: That's the job, Scully-- vigilance in the face of privation... the sheer will that it takes to sit in this crappy room spying on the dregs of society until our suspect surfaces. There's something ennobling in that.

Scully: (on phone) Mulder, please tell me I can go home.
Mulder: (on phone, cheerfully) Oh, hey, Scully. How's the stakeout?
Scully: (on phone) Well, the furnace broke and I can just about see my breath in here.
Mulder: (on phone) Ouch. I'm sorry to hear that.
Scully: (on phone) That... and I've witnessed a couple hundred things I'd like to erase from my brain. Eww.

Mulder: (on phone) Well, she'll come, you know? It's just a matter of time. She'll show up-- I'm sure of that.
Scully: (on phone) Yeah, well not before I die of malnutrition.

Scully: (on phone, miserable) Mulder, when you find me dead, my desiccated corpse propped up staring lifelessly through the telescope at drunken frat boys peeing and vomiting into the gutter just know that my last thoughts were of you and how I'd like to kill you.

Scully: on phone) It's a freak show, Mulder.

Scully: (on phone) Mulder? I am free.

Scully: I'm going to go home, take a shower for, I don't know eight or nine hours, burn the clothes that I'm wearing and then... sleep until late spring.
Mulder: (on phone) Oh, you solved the X-File.
Scully: (on phone) Yes, except it's not an X-File, Mulder.
Mulder: (on phone) What are you saying? You didn't catch our blond mystery serial killer?
Scully: (on phone) Oh, no, we caught her, but she isn't a serial killer nor is she a blonde, and she isn't even a she.

all things

Scully: (voiceover) Time passes in moments ... moments which, rushing past define the path of a life just as surely as they lead towards its end. How rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed. But what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes? Might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? And, seeing those choices, choose another path?

Scully: What it means, Mulder, is I'm not interested in tracking down some sneaky farmers who happened to ace geometry in high school. And besides, I mean... what could you possibly get out of this?

Scully:Mulder... Look, we're always running. We're always chasing the next big thing. Why don't you ever just stay still?
Mulder: I wouldn't know what I'd be missing.

Waterson: How's the FBI?
Scully: Is that why you wanted to see me? To remind me once again what a bad choice I made?

Scully: You scare me, Daniel.
Waterson: I know. I scare you... because I represent that which is ingrained not only in your mind but in your heart-- that which you secretly long for.

Waterson: I can't believe the FBI is a passion. Not like medicine.
Scully: I'm sorry I came.

Waterson:Ahh, Hurricane Scully has arrived.
Scully: I was summoned.

Waterson: What do you want, Dana?
Scully: I want everything I should want at this time of my life. Maybe I want the life I didn't choose.

Maggie : Do you have any idea the hell you created in our lives?
Scully: Maggie, to be honest, I left so that there wouldn't be hell in your lives.

Scully: But you're supposed to be in England.
Mulder: I'm back.
Scully: What happened?
Mulder: Nothing. There was no event. No crop circles. Big waste of time.
Scully: Maybe sometimes nothing happens for a reason, Mulder.
Mulder: What is that supposed to mean?
Scully: Nothing. Come on, I'm make you some tea.

Mulder: I just find it hard to believe.
Scully: What part?
Mulder: The part where I go away for two days and your whole life changes.
Scully: Mmm, I didn't say my whole life changed.
Mulder: You speaking to God in a Buddhist temple. God speaking back.
Scully: Mmm, and I didn't say that God spoke back. I said that I had some kind of a vision.
Mulder: Well, for you, that's like saying you're having David Crosby's baby.
Scully: I once considered spending my whole life with this man. What I would have missed.
Mulder: I don't think you can know. I mean, how many different lives would we be leading if we made different choices. We... We don't know.
Scully: What if there was only one choice and all the other ones were wrong? And there were signs along the way to pay attention to.
Mulder: Mmm. And all the... choices would then lead to this very moment. One wrong turn, and... we wouldn't be sitting here together. Well, that says a lot. That says a lot, a lot, a lot. That's probably more than we should be getting into at this late hour.

Hollywood AD

Scully: A screenwriter?
Federman: It's actually... It's a writer/producer.
Mulder: Well, that's actually just a hindrance-slash-pain in the neck.

Scully:(laughing) Well, Sister Spooky says that, uh... that these words in the clay still have the power to raise the dead just like Jesus raised Lazarus.

Mulder: (on phone) Hey, Sister Spooky, I've got to take this.
Scully: (on phone) I'll call you after the autopsy.

Chuck: Who made this?
Scully:We're not sure. Either a forger by the name of Micah Hoffman or, uh, someone else in the vicinity of Jesus Christ.

Scully: Sir, the dead man looked very much like Micah Hoffman. He had Hoffman's I.D. on him...
Skinner: Agent Scully... if I'm carrying Marilyn Monroe's purse do you assume that I slept with J.F.K.?

Scully: Do you think it's at all possible that Hoffman is really Jesus Christ?
Mulder:Are you making fun of me?

Mulder: Crazy people can be very persuasive.
Scully: Well, yes, I know that.

Scully:Maybe true faith is really a form of insanity.
Mulder: Are you directing that at me?
Scully: (emphatically) No. I'm directing it at myself ...

SCULLY: You've seen this movie 42 times?
Mulder: Yes.
Scully: Doesn't that make you sad? It makes me sad.

Mulder: (on phone) Hello?
Scully: (on phone) Hey, Mulder, it's me. What are you doing?

Scully: (on phone) I mean, ghosts and zombies are just projections of our own repressed cannibalistic and sexual fears and desires. They are who we fear that we are at heart-- just mindless automatons who can only kill and eat.

Mulder: (on phone) I say that when zombies try to eat people, that's just the first stage. You see, they've just come back from being dead so they're going to do all the things they miss from when they were alive. So, first, they're going to eat, then they're going to drink, then they're going to dance and make love.
Scully: (on phone) Oh, I see. So it's just that we never get to stay with them long enough to see the gentler side of the undead.

Mulder: (on phone) Scully?
Scully: (on phone) Yeah.
Mulder: (on phone) Yeah, Skinner is calling me from a bubble bath.
Scully: (on phone) Wow, he's really gone Hollywood.
Mulder: (on phone) Totally.

Scully: I think the dead are beyond caring what people think about them. Hopefully we can adopt the same attitude.

Scully: Well... We're alive. And we're relatively young and Skinner was so tickled by the movie..
Mulder: I bet he was...
Scully: That he has given us a Bureau credit card to use for the evening. Come on. Mulder, I have something to confess.
Mulder: What's that?
Scully: I'm in love with Associate Producer Walter Skinner.
Mulder: Ah... Me, too.

Brand X

Scully: Hey, good to be back?
Mulder: Beats the alternative.

Scully: You know, nicotine is extremely poisonous. It's actually one of the oldest known insecticides.
Mulder: (smiling) It's good for killing tobacco beetles.

Fight Club

Scully: What I'm thinking, Mulder, is how familiar this seems. Playing Watson to your Sherlock. You dangling clues out in front of me one by one. It's a game, and... and, as usual, you're, you're holding something back from me. You're not telling me something about this case.

Scully: Okay, so these agents were investigating something. Something... much like what they themselves were almost killed by. Uh, something they came into contact with. Uh... Third party? Two third parties. Twins? Relatives? A doppelganger? A corporeal likeness that appears unbidden from the spirit world the sight of which presages one's own death or... a double, conjured into the world by a technique called bilocation which in psychological terms represents the person's secret desires and impulses committing acts that the, uh, real person cannot commit himself … or herself? Mulder, the slide, please. Yes!

Mulder: You know what I'm thinking?
Scully: That Mr. Zupanic not only knows Betty Templeton and where we can find her but that he is hip to whatever she's into and that I should look at that house on Moreton Bay Street while you go and find out from Mr. Zupanic what it is exactly that he's clearly hiding about Betty Templeton.
Mulder: I'm thinking that Bert Zupanic really truly doesn't know Betty Templeton.
Scully: Well, I guess that's why they put the "I" in the FBI.

Scully: (very pleasant, very forced smile) Mr. Danfous, I'm Special Agent Dana Scully with the FBI.
Danfous: (screaming) What's so special about you?!
Scully: It's an FBI title, sir.
Danfous: I know it is. I'm not stupid!

Scully: Mr. Danfous, through a lot of matching-up of documents that I have been able to compile on the Internet, and by comparing time and space and circumstance and by liberally applying the law of averages...
Danfous: They could electrocute me quicker!
Scully: I believe that you may be the father of two daughters.

Scully: Well, be that as it may, sir, it is very likely that you are the biological father. And it is very important for their safety and for the safety of others that we get as much information as possible about your mother and your father and anything about your family tree that may be able to explain the reactions that are being caused by these two girls.
Danfous: A big, ugly dog lifted its leg on my family tree.

Scully: (on phone) Mulder?
Mulder: (on phone) Yeah.
Scully: (on phone) Where have you been?
Mulder: (on phone) Seeing a side of Kansas City few men have the privilege to see.
Scully: (on phone) What happened to you?
Mulder: (on phone) I got sucked into a storm drain.

Saperstein: Mm. What does it all mean?
Scully: I've been thinking hard about that, Mr. Saperstein. I would like to say it has something to do with balance in the universe, the attraction of opposites and the repulsion of equivalents, or that over time, nature produces only so many originals that when two original copies meet that the result is often unpredictable. If four should meet, the result is... well, suffice to say it's better just to avoid these encounters altogether and at all costs.

Je Souhaite

Mulder: Special Agent Dana Scully, this is, uh, this is Jay Gilmore.
Scully: Ahhh! Nice to meet you.
Gilmore: Nice to meet... Likewise.

Scully: Well, according to Gilmore he was standing right where I am when it happened.
Mulder: Well, I don't smell any weird chemical smells. You still have both your lips.

Scully: Well, it's too bad, Mulder. Underneath all this dust, this furniture is really wonderful.
Mulder: Oh, well, you want to hit some yard sales while we're out here?

Scully: That's a little... out of place, wouldn't you say?
Mulder: A little bit.

Scully: Well, we are, uh, Agents Mulder and Scully from the FBI.
Leslie Stokes: Oh, the boat's... the boat's not ours. The boat … I'm... we're just holding it for someone, and, you know-- they pay the taxes on it.
Scully: Okay...

Mulder: And he's invisible.
Scully: Yes he is. You know, Mulder, in the seven years that we've been working together I have seen some amazing things, but this? This takes the cake. It's... it's going to change the boundaries of science.

Scully: Uh, I think that I should stay here with the body. I mean, I... you know, I don't think it's a good idea to leave him unguarded. You know, this is truly amazing.

Scully: Bye.

Scully: I was so happy. I was so excited. What was I thinking? An invisible man?

Jenn: Ask him. He's got it all figured out.
Scully: I know what he'd say. He'd say that you're some kind of a jinni from 1,001 Nights or something like that and that you grant people wishes.
Jenn: Well, there you have it.

Jenn: So what? In 500 years, people have not changed a bit.
Scully: 500 years.
Jenn: Granted, they smell better now generally speaking but human greed still reigns... shallowness... a propensity for self-destruction.
Scully: You're saying that you have

Scully: Not surprisingly we don't have any evidence of any of this. I think she's free to go.
Jenn: No, I'm not. He unrolled me.
Mulder: I get three wishes.

Mulder: You don't remember disappearing off the face of the Earth for about an hour this morning?
Scully: No.

Mulder: You examined an invisible body, remember?
Scully: I thought I did...
Mulder: (as if in pain) Ohhhhhhh.
Scully: <sigh>

Scully: It sounds wonderful.
Mulder: (Then what's the problem?
Scully: Maybe it's the whole point of our lives here, Mulder. To achieve that. And maybe it's a process that one man shouldn't try and circumvent with a single wish.

Scully: Caddyshack," Mulder?
Mulder: It's a classic American movie.
Scully: That's what every guy says. It's a guy movie.
Mulder: Okay, when you invite me over to your place we can watch Steel Magnolias.

Mulder: I don't know if you noticed but, um, I never made the world a happier place.
Scully: Well, I'm fairly happy. That's something.

Requiem

Scully: I've seen things that I cannot deny.

Scully: Did you hurt him?
Mulder: I reduced his vision a little bit.

Scully: (thoughtfully) I don't know how we could possibly justify the expense.
Scully: Let's go waste some money.

Scully: Once upon a time there was a little baby.

Mulder: What's wrong, Scully? You look sick.
Scully: I don't know what's wrong.

Scully: I, um... I was starting to get ready for bed and I started to feel really dizzy-- vertigo or something-- and then I just... I started to get chills. (Mulder turns down the sheets and blankets on his bed.)
Mulder: You want me to call a doctor?
Scully: No, I just... I just want to get warm.

Mulder: It's not worth it, Scully.
Scully: What?
Mulder: I want you to go home.
Scully: Oh, Mulder, I'm going to be fine.
Mulder: No, I've been thinking about it. Looking at you tonight, holding that baby... knowing everything that's been taken away from you. A chance for motherhood and your health and that baby. I think that... I don't know, maybe they're right.
Scully: Who's right?
Mulder: The FBI. Maybe what they say is true, though for all the wrong reasons. It's the personal costs that are too high. There so much more you need to do with your life. There's so much more than this. There has to be an end, Scully.

Scully: It's a biological toxin emitted as a gas through the bloodstream.
Billy Miles: From who?
Scully: From what is arguably an alien.

Scully: I just... I just... I just hit the ground.
Mulder: Here, lie still.
Scully: Why is this happening to me?
Mulder: It's okay. It's okay.
Scully: What the hell's going on, Mulder?
Mulder: I don't know.

Mulder: You're not going back out there. I'm not going to let you go back out there.
Scully: What are you talking about?
Mulder: It has to end sometime. That time is now.
Scully: Mulder...
Mulder: Scully, you have to understand that they're taking abductees. You're an abductee. I'm not going to risk... losing you.

Scully: (crying) I'm pregnant.