The X-Files, Season 1

Third Man:
Are you familiar with an agent named Fox Mulder?

Scully:
Yes, I am.

Third Man:
How so?

Scully:
By reputation. He's an Oxford educated psychologist, who wrote a monograph on serial killers and the occult, that helped to catch Monty Props in 1988. Generally thought of as the best analyst in the violent crimes section. He had a nickname at the academy... Spooky Mulder.

Section Chief Blevins:
Are you familiar with the so-called X-Files?

Scully:
I believe they have to do with unexplained phenomena.

Section Chief Blevins:
More or less. The reason you're here, Agent Scully, is we want you to assist Mulder on these X-Files. You'll write field reports on your activities along with your observations on the validity of the work.

Scully:
Am I to understand that you want me to debunk the X-Files Project, sir?

Section Chief Blevins:
Agent Scully, we trust you'll make the proper scientific analysis.

[Scully knocks at the door to Mulder's office.]

Mulder:
Sorry, nobody down here but the FBI's most unwanted.

Scully:
Agent Mulder. I'm Dana Scully. I've been assigned to work with you.

Mulder:
Oh, isn't it nice to be suddenly so highly regarded. So who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, Scully?

Scully:
Actually, I'm looking forward to working with you. I've heard a lot about you.

Mulder:
Oh, really... I was under the impression that you were sent to spy on me.

Mulder:
Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?

Scully:
Logically I would have to say no. Given the distances need to travel from the of reaches of space the energy requirements would exceed a spacecraft's capabilities ...

Mulder:
Conventional wisdom...

Section Chief Blevins:
Agent Mulder. What are his thoughts?

Scully:
Agent Mulder believes we are not alone.

Scully:
So?

Mulder:
So you and I are going to the Spud State to investigate a little kidnapping.

Scully:
I don't get it, Mulder. Does this have something to do with an X-File? I thought you only liked those... uh... paranormal-type cases. Am I missing something here?

Mulder:
Let's just say this case has a... distinct smell to it. A certain... paranormal bouquet.

Deep Throat:
Leave this case alone, Agent Mulder.

Mulder:
What?

Deep Throat:
The military will not tolerate an FBI investigation.

Mulder:
Who are you?

Deep Throat:
I, er, can be of help to you. I've had a certain interest in your work.

Mulder:
How do you know about my work?

Deep Throat:
Well, let's just say that I'm in a position to know quite a lot of things, er, things about our government.

Mulder:
Who are you? Who do you work for?

Deep Throat:
It's unimportant, I came here to give you some valuable advice. You are exposing yourself and Agent Scully to unnecessary risk, I advise you to drop the case.

Mulder:
I can't do that.

Deep Throat:
You have much work to do, Agent Mulder, don't jeopardise the future of your own efforts.

Scully:
You believe it all, don't you?

Mulder:
Why wouldn't I?

Scully:
Mulder, did you see their eyes? If I were that stoned -

Mulder:
Oooh... if you were that stoned, what?

Scully:
Mulder, you could have shown that kid a picture of a flying hamburger and he would have told you that's exactly what he saw.

MIB:
[tapping on window] Please, step out of the car.

Mulder:
[to Scully] You think if maybe we ignore him, he'll go away?

MIB:
[tapping on window] Please, step out of the car.

Mulder:
[to Scully] Guess not.

Deep Throat:
Mister Mulder, why are those like yourself, who believe in the existence of extraterrestrial life on this Earth, not dissuaded by all the evidence to the contrary?

Mulder:
Because, all the evidence to the contrary is not entirely dissuasive.

Deep Throat:
Precisely.

Mulder:
They're here, aren't they?

Deep Throat:
Mister Mulder, they've been here for a long, long time.

Scully:
This looks like an X-File.

Agent Colton:
Let's not get carried away. I'm going to solve these murders, but what I would like from you is to go over the case histories, maybe come down to the crime scene.

Scully:
Do you want me to ask Mulder?

Agent Colton:
Okay, if he wants to come and do you a favour, great. But make sure he knows this is my case. Dana, if I can break a case like this one, I'll be getting my bump up the ladder. And you, maybe you won't have to be Mrs. Spooky any more.

Mulder:
Why would I make them so uncomfortable?

Scully:
It probably has to do with your reputation.

Mulder:
Reputation? I have a reputation?

Scully:
Mulder, look, Colton plays by the book and you don't. They feel your methods, your theories are...

Mulder:
Spooky? Do you think I'm spooky?

Agent Colton:
So, Mulder, what do you think? Does this look like the work of little green men?

Mulder:
Grey.

Agent Colton:
Excuse me?

Mulder:
Grey. You said green men. A Reticulan's skin tone is actually grey. They're notorious for their extraction of terrestrial human livers. Due to iron depletion in the Reticulan galaxy.

Agent Colton:
You can't be serious.

Mulder:
Do you have any idea what liver and onions go for on Reticula?

Scully:
Mulder, they don't want you involved, they don't want to hear your theories. That's why Blevins has you hidden away down here.

Mulder:
You're down here, too.

Scully:
Oh my god, Mulder. It smells like... I think it's bile.

Mulder:
Is there any way I can get it off my fingers quickly without betraying my cool exterior?

Mulder:
She should be encouraged to tell her story, not to keep it inside, it's important that you let her.

Darlene:
Important to who? I have my daughter back, I don't want any more trouble. Besides she can hardly remember anything.

Mulder:
But she will remember one day, one way or another, even if it's only in dreams. And when she does, she's gonna wanna talk about it, she's gonna need to talk about it.

Darlene:
Like I did? Listen to me, all of my life I have been ridiculed, for speaking my mind.

Mulder:
But it was the truth, Darlene.

Darlene:
The truth has caused me nothing but heartache, I don't want the same thing for her.

Mulder:
You know when I was a kid, I had this ritual. I closed my eyes before I walked into my room, 'cause I thought that one day when I opened them my sister would be there. Just lying in bed, like nothing ever happened. You know I'm still walking into that room, everyday of my life.

Mulder:
Hey, that's a nice tattoo, what is that?

Bartender:
What's it look like?

Mulder:
Flying saucer. You don't really believe in that stuff, do ya?

Bartender:
I take it you don't.

Mulder:
No, I think it's all just a bunch of crazy people howling at the moon.

Scully:
At least if we had a legitimate source...

Mulder:
This is the essence of science. You ask an impertinent question and you're on your way to a pertinent answer.

Mulder:
I know I should be afraid, but I'm not.

Dr. Werber:
Do you know why?

Mulder:
Because of the voice... The voice in my head.

Dr. Werber:
What's it telling you?

Mulder:
Not to be afraid. It's telling me that no harm will come to her and that one day she'll return.

Dr. Werber:
Do you believe the voice?

Mulder:
I want to believe.

Scully:
Mulder, it's the same story I've heard since I was a kid. It's a folk tale, a myth.

Mulder:
I heard the same story when I was a kid too. Funny thing is I believed it. Fact is we've got a cannibalized body in New Jersey. Someone or something out there is hungry.

Ellen:
And, of course, it helps if you can find a man.

Scully:
Know of any?

Ellen:
Yeah, they're disappearing faster than the Brazilian rain forest. What about that guy you work with?

Scully:
Mulder?

Ellen:
I thought you said he was cute.

Scully:
He's a jerk. He's not a jerk. He's, um... he's obsessed with his work.

Scully:
He was perfectly in his rights. The FBI has no overriding jurisdiction in a murder case. Anyway, you'd feel the same way if someone was horning in on your work.

Mulder:
Yeah, chances are he's without a clue. He'll probably be scratching his head when they bring the next body in.

Scully:
You missed your opening Mulder, you could've really humiliated him and er, told him who the perpetrator was, The Jersey Devil.

Mulder:
Hey whatta you say, we grab a hotel, take in a floor show, drop a few quarters in the slots, do a little digging on this case.

Scully:
You're kidding, right?

Mulder:
OK, we can skip the floor show.

Mulder:
What if it is a female, Scully? How close is she to you or me? Does she feel emotion? Or are her days just spent looking for food?

Scully:
Maybe, she spends her day shopping.

Mulder:
Eight million years out of Africa, I don't think we're all that different.

Scully:
Mulder, we've put men into space, we've built computers that work faster than the human mind.

Mulder:
While we over-populate the world and create new technologies to kill each other with. Maybe we're just beasts with big brains.

Mulder:
Who was that on the phone?

Scully:
A guy.

Mulder:
A guy. Same guy as the guy you had dinner with the other night?

Scully:
Same guy.

Mulder:
You going to have dinner with him again?

Scully:
I don't think so.

Mulder:
No interest?

Scully:
Not at this time.

Mulder:
[walking to the door] What are you doing?

Scully:
Going with you to the Smithsonian.

Mulder:
Don't you have a life, Scully?

Scully:
Keep it up, Mulder, and I'll hurt you like that beast woman.

Mulder:
Eight million years out of Africa...

Scully:
[holding door open for him] And look who's holding the door.

Scully:
I think Howard Graves faked his own death.

Mulder:
Do you know how hard it is to fake your own death? Only one man has pulled it off: Elvis.

Mulder:
I would never lie. I willfully participated in a campaign of misinformation.

Scully:
Are you saying Lauren Kyte crashed our car?

Mulder:
Either that or a poltergeist.

Scully:
They're heeeere...

Scully:
How can the oesophagus be crushed without the neck even being touched?

Mulder:
Psychokinetic manipulation.

Scully:
Psychokinesis? You mean how Carrie got even at the prom?

Mulder:
Hey, Scully. Do you believe in the afterlife?

Scully:
I'd settle for a life in this one.

Mulder:
Have you ever seen the Liberty Bell?

Scully:
Yes.

Mulder:
You know, I've been to Philadelphia a hundred times and I've never seen it.

Scully:
You're not missing much. It's just a big bell with a big crack, and you have to wait in a long line.

Mulder:
Yeah, but I'd really like to go.

Scully:
Why now?

Mulder:
I don't know. How late do you think they stay open?

Scully:
How come you two went your separate ways?

Mulder:
I'm a pain in the ass to work with.

Scully:
Seriously.

Mulder:
I'm not a pain in the ass?

Scully:
Brad Wilczek? We're with the FBI.

Brad Wilczek:
What took you guys so long? Oh, and do you mind taking off your shoes.

Scully:
So the machine killed Drake out of self-defense?

Mulder:
Self-preservation. It's the primary instinct of all sentient beings.

Scully:
Mulder, that level of artificial intelligence is decades away from being realized.

Mulder:
Then why was our government trying to usurp Wilczek's research?

Mulder:
You're afraid of the government but you're willing to accept the risk that your machine will kill again.

Wilczek:
The lesser of two evils.

Mulder:
What about a third option? You created that machine. Now you tell me how to destroy it.

Deep Throat:
You won't find him.

Mulder:
They can't just take a man like Brad Wilczek without an explanation.

Deep Throat:
They can do anything they want.

Mulder:
Where is he?

Deep Throat:
In the middle of what we in the trade call "hard bargaining".

Mulder:
Wilczek won't deal. He'll never work for them.

Deep Throat:
Loss of freedom does funny things to a man.

Bear:
You folks the ones going up to Icy Cape?

Mulder:
Yeah.

Bear:
Then I'm the one flying you. My name's Bear. The plane's across the way, provisions are loaded. Grab your gear.

Hodge:
Oh, could we see some credentials?

Bear:
Credentials. The only credentials that I have is that I'm the only pilot willing to fly you up there. You don't like those credentials... walk.

Mulder:
[taking his shirt off for a physical exam] Before anyone passes judgment, may I remind you - we are in the Arctic.

Hodge:
Alright, parasitic diagnostic procedure requires that each of us provide a blood and a stool sample.

Bear:
A stool sample?

Murphy:
Well, this kind of travel always makes that kind of tough... for me.

Mulder:
Okay, anyone got the morning sports section handy?

Bear:
I ain't dropping my cargo for no one.

Mulder:
We're all wired and hypersensitive, it'll be good to get a fresh start in the morning.

Scully:
Mulder, I don't want to waste a second trying to find a way to kill this thing.

Mulder:
I don't know if we should kill it. This area of the ice sheet was formed over a meteor crater. The worm lived in ammonia. It survived sub-zero temperatures. Theorists in alternative life-designs believe in ammonia-supported life systems on planets with freezing temperatures.

Scully:
No.

Mulder:
The meteor that crashed here a quarter of a million years ago may have carried that type of life to earth.

Mulder:
It's still there, Scully, two hundred thousand years down in the ice.

Scully:
Leave it there.

Scully:
Why would somebody want to sabotage the Space Shuttle?

Mulder:
Well, if you were a terrorist, there probably isn't a more potent symbol of American progress and prosperity. And if you're an opponent of big science, NASA itself represents a vast money trench that exists outside the crucible and debate of the democratic process. And of course there are those futurists who believe the Space Shuttle is a rusty old bucket that should be mothballed. A dinosaur spacecraft built in the 70's by scientists setting their sights on space in an ever declining scale.

Scully:
And we thought we could rest easy with the fall of the Soviet Union.

Mulder:
Not to mention certain fringe elements who accuse our government itself of space sabotage. The failure of the Hubble Telescope and the Mars Observer are directly connected to a conspiracy to deny us evidence.

Scully:
Evidence of what?

Mulder:
Alien civilization.

Scully:
Oh. Of course.

Mulder:
Hey, Scully, we send those men up into space to unlock the doors of the universe, and we don't even know what's behind them.

Mulder:
You never wanted to be an astronaut when you were a kid, Scully?

Scully:
Guess I missed that phase.

Mulder:
[after seeing a shuttle launch from the control room] I have to admit, that fulfilled one of my boyhood fantasies.

Scully:
Yeah, it ranks right up there with getting a pony and learning how to braid my own hair.

Scully:
Mulder, the hearing is tomorrow at 10 o'clock.

Mulder:
So that gives us 24 hours to investigate.

Scully:
My assignment is to bring you back, not help you dig yourself in deeper.

Mulder:
"The Last Detail" starring Dana Scully.

Mulder:
You really believe that story?

Scully:
That story happens to be highly classified.

Mulder:
It's a highly classified lie.

Mulder:
Then what can I say? How can I disprove lies that are stamped with an official seal?

Section Chief McGrath:
That will be all, Mr Mulder.

Mulder:
You can deny all the things I've seen, all the things I've discovered, but not for much longer because too many others know what's happening out there. And no one, no government agency, has jurisdiction over the truth.

Deep Throat:
Mulder, the continental United States is surrounded by an electronic fence that reaches 15,000 miles into space. We use it to track and monitor the 7,087 man-made objects that orbit the earth. Last night at 23:17 that fence was breached.

Section Chief McGrath:
Why did you countermand my decision? Mulder's conduct was in clear violation not only of bureau procedures but of federal law.

Deep Throat:
Yes.

Section Chief McGrath:
I don't understand. The committee's case was air tight. You've ruined the last best chance we had to get rid of him.

Deep Throat:
I appreciate your frustration, but you and I both know Mulder's work is a singular passion-- poses a most unique dilemma. But his occasional insubordination is in the end, far less dangerous.

Section Chief McGrath:
With respect sir, less dangerous than what?

Deep Throat:
Than having him exposed to the wrong people. What he knows... what he thinks he knows... Always keep your friends close, Mr. McGrath... but keep your enemies closer.

Deep Throat:
Actually I was just in the neighborhood... Wondered if I ever told you about the Lichfield Experiments.

Mulder:
No you haven't.

Deep Throat:
Well, it was the most interesting project. Highest level of classification. All records have since been destroyed. And those who knew of it, denied knowledge of its existence. It existed during the height of the cold war. We got wind the Russians were fooling around with Eugenics. Rather primitively, I might add. Trying to crossbreed top scientists, athletes... to come up with the superior soldier. Naturally, we jumped on the band wagon.

Mulder:
One girl was just abducted.

Scully:
Kidnapped.

Mulder:
Potato, potahto.

Scully:
She was kidnapped from the social services home around 11:00pm last night. Looks like someone was afraid she might remember too much.

Mulder:
Someone or something, Scully?

Scully:
Connecticut state troopers set up roadblocks within half an hour. Nothing.

Mulder:
Maybe they weren't looking in the right direction. (points up at the sky)

Eve 6:
You and you. You have 46 chromosomes. The Adams and the Eves... we have 56. We have extra chromosomes. Number 4, 5, 12, 16, and 22. This replication of chromosomes also produces additional genes. Heightened strength. Heightened intelligence.

Mulder:
Heightened psychosis.

Eve 6:
Save the best for last.

Eve 6:
Cut off the chains... then we'll talk.

Mulder:
They're probably there for a good reason.

Eve 6:
No. Bad reason. I paid too much attention to a guard. Bit into his eyeball. I meant it as a sign of affection.

Eve 10:
Hello, Eve 8.

Eve 9:
We've been waiting ...

Eve 8:
How did you know I'd come for you?

Eve 10:
We just knew.

Eve 9:
We just knew.

Mulder:
There's something else I haven't told you about myself, Scully. I hate fire. Hate it. Scared to death of it.

Scully:
Mulder? Are you sure you don't want me to help you out on this one?

Mulder:
Sooner or later, a man's got to face his demons.

Mulder:
But there have been cases of pyrokinetics, people who can control and conduct fire.

Beatty:
Well, I've seen fire bend around corners, seen it bounce like a rubber ball. Fire's got a certain genius, you know? A certain demon poetry. It's like it's got a mind of it's own. But I've never seen one that can defy the laws of physics, not when you figure it out.

Beatty:
There have been some arson fires in Seattle lately and, uh, Pennsylvania that burn so hot that the firemen can't put them out. 7,000 degrees. I mean, hosing that down just makes it worse.

Mulder:
How's that?

Beatty:
Uh, the, uh, reaction is so intense that it splits the water into hydrogen and oxygen. Just adds fuel to the fire.

Mulder:
Ten years it's taken me to forget about this woman and she shows up in my life with a case like this.

Scully:
So she shows up knowing the power she has over you and then she makes you walk through fire, is that it?

Mulder:
Phoebe is fire.

Mulder:
Well, that's one of the luxuries of hunting down aliens and genetic mutants. You rarely get to press charges.

Mulder:
Why did you lie in your police report?

Scully:
I thought it would be a better explanation under the circumstances.

Mulder:
What you're really saying is that you didn't want to go on record admitting that you believed in Boggs! The bureau would expect something like that from "Spooky" Mulder, but not Dana Scully.

Scully:
I thought that you'd be pleased that I opened myself to extreme possibilities.

Mulder:
Dana... open yourself up to extreme possibilities only when they're the truth.

Mulder:
Dana, after all you've seen, after all the evidence, why can't you believe?

Scully:
I'm afraid. I'm afraid to believe.

Scully:
Last time you were that engrossed, it turned out you were reading the Adult Video News.

Scully:
You set us up. You're in on this with Lucas Henry. This was a trap for Mulder because he helped put you away. Well, I came here to tell you that if he dies because of what you've done, four days from now, no one will be able to stop me from being the one that will throw the switch and gas you out of this life for good, you son of a bitch!

Boggs:
Dana... [in Mulder's voice] You're the one who believed me.

Scully:
No! No, I do not believe you!

Boggs:
If you don't believe me, maybe you'll believe yourself.

Scully:
Did Boggs confess?

Mulder:
No, no, it was five hours of Boggs "channeling." After three hours I asked him to summon up the soul of Jimi Hendrix and requested 'All Along the Watchtower'. You know, the guy's been dead for 20 years but he hasn't lost his touch.

Scully:
There's something up there, Mulder.

Mulder:
Ooh, I've been saying that for years.

Scully:
I don't understand, how can they just disappear? They have no means of transportation.

Mulder:
No earthly means of transportation.

Scully:
The 65-year-old female teller was pistol-whipped. Died from a massive subdural hemorrhage all because she didn't put the money in the bag fast enough.

Mulder:
Lovely couple.

Mulder:
Can you at least accept the possibility that during his near-death experience some kind of psychic transference occurred?

Scully:
Can't you accept the possibility that this isn't an X-File?

Mulder:
Do you believe he's predisposed to this type of psychotic episode?

Scully:
I believe it's a long way from saying Jack had a near death experience to saying his body's been inhabited by Warren Dupre. A long way.

Mulder:
Two men died in that crash room, Scully. One man came back. The question is... which one?

Bruskin:
Okay, everyone, Mulder says he's got something.

Daniels:
What? An alien virus or new information on the Kennedy assassination?

Bruskin:
Hey, Mulder's all right. If you'd pay attention, you might learn something from the man.

Scully:
Mulder, I know what you did wasn't by the book.

Mulder:
Tells you a lot about the book, doesn't it?

Mulder:
Steve Wallenberg had a wife and two kids. One of his boys is an all-star on his football team now. I pulled that trigger two seconds earlier and Wallenberg would be here to see his kid play. Instead, I've got some dead man robbing jewelry stores and sending me haikus.

Scully:
What are you going to do?

Mulder:
I know what I'm not going to do. I'm not going to hang around and wait for Barnett to send me another valentine.

Mulder:
Thanks, Henderson, I owe you one.

Henderson:
Promises, promises.

Deep Throat:
I know why you've contacted me. Listen and I'll explain. I am not particularly proud of the way in which this matter was handled, but, like it or not, John Barnett is a fact of life.

Mulder:
I wish Agent Perdue were around to appreciate the irony.

Deep Throat:
The world's reaction to such knowledge would be far too dangerous.

Mulder:
Dangerous. You mean in a sense of outrage, like the reaction to the Kennedy assassinations or M.I.A.s or radiation experiments on terminal patients, Watergate, Iran-Contra, Roswell, the Tuskegee experiments, where will it end? Oh, I guess it won't end as long as…men like you decide what is truth.

Byers:
That's why we like you, Mulder. Your ideas are weirder than ours.

Deep Throat:
You're awfully quiet, Mr. Mulder.

Mulder:
I'm wondering which lie to believe.

Scully:
From the trucker's description, the shape he fired on could conceivably have been a mountain lion.

Mulder:
Conceivably.

Scully:
The National Weather Service last night reported atmospheric conditions in this area that were possibly conducive to lightning.

Mulder:
Possibly.

Scully:
It is feasible that the truck was struck by lightning, creating the electrical failure.

Mulder:
It's feasible.

Scully:
And you know, there's a marsh over there. The lights the driver saw may have been swamp gas.

Mulder:
Swamp gas?

Scully:
It's a natural phenonemon in which phospine and methane rising from decaying organic matter ignite, creating globes of blue flame.

Mulder:
Happens to me when I eat Dodger Dogs.

Scully:
Those were the most paranoid people I have ever met. I don't know how you could think that what they say is even remotely plausible.

Mulder:
I think it's remotely plausible that someone might think you're hot.

Mulder:
I think I saw some of these same people at Woodstock.

Scully:
Mulder, you weren't at Woodstock.

Mulder:
I saw the movie!

Scully:
Maybe we should head backstage and see what the Reverend has to say.

Mulder:
No, wait. This is the part where they bring out Elvis.

Sheriff Daniels:
Ninety-nine percent of the people in this world are fools ... and the rest of us are in great danger of contagion.

Scully:
I was raised a Catholic. I have a certain... familiarity with the scripture. And God never lets the Devil steal the show.

Mulder:
You must've really liked The Exorcist.

Scully:
One of my favorite movies.

Scully:
You've got that look on your face, Mulder.

Mulder:
What look is that?

Scully:
The kind when you've forgotten your keys and you're trying to figure out how to get back in the house.

Ish:
I could smell you a mile away.

Mulder:
Well, they told me that even though my deodorant is made for a woman, it's strong enough for a man.

Ish:
I sense you are different, FBI. You're more open to Native American belief than some Native Americans. You even have an Indian name - Fox. You should be Running Fox, or Sneaky Fox.

Mulder:
Just as long as it's not Spooky Fox.

Scully:
What do you think?

Mulder:
I think I'm going to suggest we sleep with the lights on.

Scully:
What kind of an insect could have gotten a man all the way up into that tree?

Mulder:
Itsy-bitsy spider.

Mulder:
30 loggers working a clear-cutting contract in Washington state. Rugged, manly men in the full bloom of their manhood.

Scully:
Right, but what am I looking for?

Mulder:
Anything strange, unexplainable, unlikely ... boyfriend?

[trying to distract Eugene Tooms]

Mulder:
I'm looking for my dog. His name is Heinrich. He's a Norwegian Elkhound. I use him to hunt moose!

Mulder:
You think they would have taken me more seriously if I wore the grey suit?

Scully:
But sir, the very nature of the X-Files cases often precludes orthodox investigation.

Skinner:
Are you suggesting that the bureau adopt separate standards for you and Agent Mulder?

Scully:
No, sir.

Skinner:
Are you suggesting that Agent Mulder obstructs you from proper procedure?

Scully:
No, sir. If anything, I'm suggesting that these cases be reviewed with... an open mind.

Mulder:
If there's an ice tea in that bag, could be love.

Scully:
Must be fate, Mulder. Root beer.

Mulder:
They're out to put an end to the X-Files, Scully. I don't know why, but any excuse will do. Now, I don't really care about my record, but you'd be in trouble just for sitting in this car and I'd hate to see you to carry an official reprimand in your file because of me.

Scully:
Fox....

Mulder:
I... I... even made my parents call me "Mulder".

Scully:
Mulder, I wouldn't put myself on the line for anybody but you.

Scully:
Do me a favor, Mulder. Let me say it. Reincarnation.

Mulder:
Metempsychosis, transmigration, reimbodiment, call it what you will.

Scully:
All based on the coincidence that Michelle Bishop and Officer Morris both practice the obscure art of paper folding?

Mulder:
Well, what about the composite drawing and the dolls and the fact that Michelle was witness to two deaths that can be tied to Charlie Morris?

Scully:
So what, you think he's back like Peter Proud to avenge his murder?

Mulder:
It's not so far-fetched, Scully. Reincarnation is a basic tenet of many major religions.

Scully:
That still doesn't explain how an eight-year-old girl can kill two grown men.

Mulder:
Well, individuals with strong past-life memories often exhibit enhanced psychic abilities - ESP, telekinesis.

Scully:
So where does that leave us?

Mulder:
One short step away from proving the pre-existence of the human soul.

Mulder:
Why is it still so hard for you to believe, even when all the evidence suggests extraordinary phenomena?

Scully:
Because sometimes ...

Mulder:
What?

Scully:
... looking for extreme possibilities makes you blind to the probable explanation right in front of you.

Scully:
Looks like a match.

Det. Lazard:
Yeah. Name's Charlie Morris. Officer Charlie Morris. Used to work narcotics out at the two-seven.

Scully:
Do you know him?

Det. Lazard:
No. Before my time.

Scully:
Where is he now? Has he been transferred?

Det. Lazard:
You could say that. Agent Scully, this guy's been dead for nine years. Which means that little girl saw... a ghost.

Mulder:
... and check for burns or lesions on Barbala's body.

Scully:
Why?

Mulder:
Psychokinesis is usually associated with an electrical charge.

Scully:
Are you saying Michelle possesses the ability to psychically project her own will?

Mulder:
How else could a 60-pound kid throw a 200-pound detective out the window?

Det. Lazard:
I was right outside. I'm telling you, there was nobody else there except for Barbala and the kid.

Mulder:
So you didn't get a description of who the kid saw?

Det. Lazard:
I'm telling you, there was no one else. Listen. The department is treating this as a suicide, but I gotta tell you. I knew this guy. There's no way he did himself.

Scully:
Was he depressed or under psychiatric care of any kind?

Det. Lazard:
No. Only time he ever looked at himself was in the mirror. And he always liked what he saw.

Mulder:
Plus jumpers tend to open the window before they jump.

Mrs. Stodie:
How could this happen? Roland never exhibited any violent tendencies.

Mulder:
It's my belief that he wasn't acting under his own volition.

Mrs. Stodie:
What do you mean?

Mulder:
This is the work of Arthur Grable, Roland's brother. It's a new theory of jet propulsion, unfinished at the time of his death. In the last two weeks, Roland has completed the calculations.

Mrs. Stodie:
How?

Scully:
We're not sure, Mrs. Stodie. All we know is that Roland was somehow able to finish his brother's research.

Scully:
Arthur and Roland Grable, born at Puget Presbyterian to Mr. and Mrs. Louis Grable on July 15, 1952. Arthur was four minutes older than Roland.

Mulder:
Identical twins.

Scully:
Which means that they're the result of a single egg fertilized by a single sperm.

Mulder:
I've read studies which suggest that in some cases the identical twin arises very early in the embryonic stage when a mutation in one cell is rejected by the other cells as foreign.

Scully:
So that maybe Roland's condition is the result of a damaged chromosome rejected by one of Arthur's cells?

Mulder:
In a way, that would explain Arthur's genius and Roland's strange mathematical gift.

Mulder:
You got a brother, don't you, Scully?

Scully:
Yeah, I've got an older one and a younger one.

Mulder:
Well, have you ever thought about calling one of them all day long and then all of a sudden the phone rings and it's one of them calling you?

Scully:
Does this pitch somehow end with a way for me to lower my long distance charges?

Mulder:
I believe in psychic connections, and evidence suggests that it's stronger between family members, strongest of all between twin siblings that shared the same womb.

Scully:
OK, maybe. But in this case, one sibling has closer ties to a frozen fudgesicle than he does to his own brother.

Mulder:
Arthur Grable is not dead. He's in a state of consciousness that no human has ever returned from. And what if that state allows one to develop psychic ability to a potential that the conscious mind is too preoccupied to explore or believe in? He could use that ability to control his brother to kill those scientists.

Barrington:
This is Arthur Grable. Uh, because of the massive internal damage to his body caused by the car accident, we could only preserve the head.

Scully:
Wouldn't your client find it somewhat inconvenient to be thawed out in the future, only to discover he had no functional mobility?

Barrington:
We believe that by the time science figures a way to revive our clients...

Mulder:
... you'll also know how to clone new bodies for them.

Barrington:
Exactly. This technology is progressing faster than anyone thought possible. Ask anyone here at the university. So, while for us the passing of each second brings our bodies closer to death, for our clients it brings them closer to life.

Scully:
You don't really think that Roland ...

Mulder:
Besides Nollette and Keats, he's the only person we can prove was in the lab that night.

Scully:
Yes, but we're talking about a sophisticated fluid dynamics equation. Roland Fuller barely has an IQ of 70.

Mulder:
Well, you saw his facility with mathematics. Don't some autistic individuals display unusual abilities?

Scully:
Yes, but even savants behave only as human calculators. I mean, they can perform certain functions but they can't tell you the value of anything or even the meaning of a number.

Mulder:
I don't believe you.

Deep Throat:
There are limits to my knowledge, Mr. Mulder.

Scully:
Who is this "Deep Throat" character? I mean, we don't know anything about him. What his name is, what he does...

Mulder:
He's in a delicate position. He has access to information and indiscretion could expose him.

Scully:
You don't know that this isn't just a game with him. He's toying with you. Rationing out the facts.

Mulder:
You think he does it because he gets off on it?

Scully:
No. I think he does it because you do.

Scully:
Okay, Mulder. But I'm warning you, if this is monkey pee, you're on your own.

Deep Throat:
[last words] Trust no one.

Scully:
Mulder, there are thousands of scientists working on the Human Genome project.

Mulder:
Yeah, but only one who decided to go bungee jumping with medical gauze wrapped around his neck.