(Description: Mulder gets splattered with mud:)
Mulder: "I'm glad I could bring a little smile into your life, Mr. Bruckman."
Clyde: "I'm not smiling.  I'm wincing."

Description:  Clyde is describing the killer's vision of murdering Mulder.
Clyde:  The killer comes up to you and....coconut creme!

Clyde:  This came in the mail today.
Scully: Who's it from?
(Clyde lifts envelope to his forehead, closes his eyes, and pronounces:) Theeeee killah!

Mulder (reading letter): Sincerely, you know who.  P.S.  Say hi to the FBI agents.
Clyde:  Hi.

Scully: "We can't come up with suspects by having visions."
Clyde: "Jealous?"

Mulder: Get this Scully. The lab analysis from the first bit of fibre found just came back. It's lace.
Scully: Chantilly lace?
Mulder: You *know* what I like!

Mulder: If coincidences are just coincidences, then why do they feel so contrived?
Scully: That's one to pose to the psychic philosopher.  G'night, Mulder.

Scully: Here's something you haven't explained. Can you see your own end?
Bruckman: I see our end, we end up in bed together. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I didn't mean to offend you or scare you but not here, not in this bed. I just mean, I see us quite clearly in bed together. Your holding my hand very tenderly and your looking at me with such compassion, and I feel, tears are streaming down my face, I feel so grateful. It's just a very special moment neither of us will ever forget.
Scully: Mr. Bruckman, there are hits and there are misses, and then there are misses.
Bruckman: I just call them as I see them.

Mulder: "If my Miss Manners serves me right, that protrusion from his left cornea is a salad fork."

Description: Clyde finishes describing his horrific, graphic dream about decomposing.
Clyde:  Then I wake up.  Well, Good night!

Description: Clyde and the killer come face to face in Clyde's hotel room and realise each other's identity; killer picks up knife and approaches Clyde.
Clyde:  Was that not enough of a tip?

Description: Discussing the killer's actions.
Killer: Why do I do them?
Clyde:  Don't you understand, kid? Don't you get it?  You do the things you do because you're a homicidal maniac.
Killer: Of course!  It's all starting to make sense now....

FBI agent #1:  Yeah, this is more like it.  No more psychics and their vague visions and predictions.  This case is now just about good old fashioned forensic police work.
Scully: It's the bellhop at the hotel.  He's the killer.  The bellhop at the hotel!
(Scully rushes out of the room)
FBI agent #1:  How'd she know that?
Mulder: Women's intuition.

Killer: "Hey, it's not the way it's supposed to happen."

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