Skinner: "Off the record."
Scully: (Says nothing)
Skinner: "So am I."
Mulder: "It's Nemhauser. But you already knew that, didn't you?"
Patterson: "What is this?"
Mulder: "You killed him, Bill. When he suspected it was you.  You killed him."
Patterson: "Are you out of your mind?"
Mulder: "Not me.  Not now."

Patterson: "My advice to you Scully-- let Mulder do what he has to do.  Don't get in his way and don't try to hold him back...  because you won't be able to."

Mulder: "We work in the dark.  We do what we can to battle with the evil that would otherwise destroy us.  But, a man's character's fate is defined as not a choice but a calling.  Yet sometimes the
weight of this burden causes us to falter, breaching the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monsters without to turn within and we are left alone, staring into the abyss... into the laughing
face of madness."

Mulder: "What he really meant is if you want to catch a monster you have to become one yourself."

Piper Maru

Scully: "You know, it's strange.  Men can blow up buildings, and they can be nowhere near the crime scene.  But we can piece together the evidence and convict them beyond a doubt.  Our labs here can recreate out of the most microscopic details their motivation and circumstance to
almost any murder.  Right down to a killer's attitude towards his mother and that he was a bedwetter.  But in the case of a woman... my sister... who was gunned down in cold blood in a  well-lit apartment building by a shooter who left the weapon at the crime scene, we can't even put together enough to keep anybody interested."

(Description: Scully laughs at Mulder)
Mulder: "What?"
Scully: "I'm just constantly amazed by you.  I mean, you're working down here in the basement, sifting through files and transmissions that any other agent would just throw away in the garbage."
Mulder: "Well that's WHY I'm in the basement, Scully."
Scully: "You're in the basement because they're afraid of you.  Of your relentlessness.  And because they know that they could drop you in the middle of the desert and tell you the truth is out there and you'd ask them for a shovel."
Mulder: "That's what you think of me?"
Scully: "Well, maybe not a shovel.  (Smiles) Maybe a backhoe."
Mulder: "Well that's good, because there's some garbage in San Diego  I want you to help me dig through."

Mulder: "So it's OK for us to go on board?"
Morgan: "Sure.  Probably get more radiation off your cell-phone."

Morgan: "...It's [the ship] a mess, huh?"
Mulder: "Just like home."

Doc: "Whatever these men came in contact with, it was man-made.  Levels like this just don't appear in nature."
Mulder: "Not on this planet."

Navy Officer: What the hell's that?
Mulder: It looks like the fuselage of a plane.
Scully: It's a North American P-51 Mustang.

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