Mulder: (after Bruckman reeled off the mans information.) Is that a hit or miss?
Scully: As far as I know that's correct.
Mulder: You got all that information just by holding that key chain?
Bruckman: Oh no. I sold him a policy a couple of months ago.

Description: Clyde has a vision about the murder in front of Mulder and Scully.
Mulder: Pinch me.

Mulder: I don't know, Scully.  But something's telling me this guy's for real.
Scully: So now *you're* psychic?

Scully: So you can see into him but not at him.
(Bruckman and Mulder turn to her.)
Scully: Sorry, I didn't mean to give off negative energy.
Clyde: "Negative energy, what is it?"

Clyde: "You'll find a woman tomorrow morning... by the fat little white Nazi stormtrooper at Glenview Lake."

Mulder: "Be honest, Scully.  Doesn't that propane tank bear more than just a slight resemblance to a fat little white Nazi stormtrooper?"
Scully: "Mulder, the human mind naturally seeks meaningful patterns and configurations in things that don't inherently have any. Given the suggestion of a particular image, you couldn't help but see that shape somewhere. If that tank weren't there you'd see it in a, in a rock or in a tree..."
Mulder: "Did you answer my question?"
(Long silence)
Scully: "Yes, it looks like a fat little white Nazi stormtrooper, but that only proves my point."

Mulder: But you do admit to having this gift?
Clyde:  Oh, I got it alright.  The problem is it's non-returnable.

Description: Clyde is handling a brass planter and picking up information from it.
Mulder: Do you receive any other impressions from it?
Clyde:  It's ugly.  Next!

Clyde: "I got it.  This is yours.  This is from your New York Knicks T-shirt!"
Mulder: "Miss."
Clyde: "This is worse than playing the Lotto."

Description: Hours later, Clyde is still guessing about various objects. Mulder's head is down on the table when Scully knocks on the door.
Scully (to Clyde): Try reading this.
Mulder: Save me the headache, Scully.  What is it?

Clyde:  You know, there are worse ways to go, but I can't think of a more undignified one than autoerotic asphyxiation.
Mulder: Why are you telling *me* that?
Clyde:  Forget I mentioned it.  It's none of my business.

Clyde: "I guess I can't see the forest for the trees."

Description:  Clyde has described how he got his power.
Scully: I'm not one to readily believe in that kind of thing and if I was, I still wouldn't believe *that* story.
Clyde:  I swear to God it's true.  I was a bigger fan of the Big Bopper than Buddy Holly.

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