FBI agent #2: I saw him on TV.
FBI agent #1: So he's a publicity hound.
FBI agent #3: I worked on a case with him once.  Very *spooky.*
FBI agent #1: As long as he gets leads, I don't care how big a kook...
(Mulder enters, stands in doorway, hands on hips)

Description: The Stupendous Yappi has ordered Mulder out of the room.
FBI agent #1: Agent Mulder, please.
Scully: I can't take you anywhere...

Yappi: (to Mulder):  Skeptics like you make me seeck!
Mulder: Mr. Yappi--read this thought.
(Yappi gets very shocked look on his face)
Yappi:  So's your old man!

Description:  Mulder renters the room after Yappi departs.
Scully: It's too bad about your negative energy, Mulder.  You missed quite a performance.

Detective: Look, all I know is that so far Yappi has provided more solid concrete leads on this case than you have. Now if you don't mind I have to get a APB out on, white male, 17-34, with or without a beard, maybe a tattoo, who's impotent. Let's go.
Scully: Might as well go home Mulder, this case's as good as solved.
FBI agent #1: Now, if you don't mind, I have to get an APB out...on a white male, 17-34, with or without a beard, maybe a tattoo, who is impotent. Let's go.
Scully: We might as well go home, Mulder.  This case is as good as solved.

FBI Agent #1:  It's amazing, isn't it?  Yappi's prediction said the victim's body had been dumped somewhere and we find it in a dumpster.
Mulder: Ooohh!  I just got a *chill* down my spine.

Scully: Then how did you know the eyes had been cut out?
Clyde:  They had been, hadn't they?
Clyde:  Then what are you complaining about?

Young Husband: "But this is a really *good* boat."

Clinet: (after Bruckman foretells his death.) Mister, you really need to work on your closing technique.

Description: Clyde is looking at Mulder's badge.
Clyde:  You expect me to believe that's a real name?

Bruckman: He's having sex with her, there.
Scully: Is he raping her?
Bruckman: Oh No, No, No, Not at all. In fact she's instigating the whole thing.
Mulder: Then what's wrong?
Bruckman: (sighing.) Sometimes it just seems that everybody's having sex, except for me.

Bruckman: How could I see the future if it didn't already exists?
Mulder: Well if the future is written then why bother to do anything.
Bruckman: Now your catching on.

(Bruckman: (holding the object.) The guy who cashed over this will die of prostate cancer at the age of eighty two, hit or miss?
Mulder: I have no way of verifying that information.
Bruckman: Then why did you ask me?

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