Scully: Where are you, Mulder.
Mulder: Off to water the seeds of doubt.

Mulder: All new truths begin as heresy, then turn to superstition. We fear the unknown, so we reduce into terms that we are familiar to us.  Whether that's a folk tale, a disease... or a conspiracy.

Scully: Why would he leave his own country to come here?
Mulder: Free cable.

Home

Kid: "Hey, quit complaining. Y'know, we already had to move home plate because you bitched about the mud."
Scully (Noticing Mulder's playing with the baseball): "Meanwhile, I've quit the FBI and become a spokesperson for the Ab-Roller."
Mulder (Putting ball under Scully's nose): "Smell that. That's perfume. Eau De Ball."

Mulder: is going on about how he would love to settle down in a nice quite town, like the one they are in right now, with no computers or cellphones.  He is tossing a baseball up and down.) Only place you had to be on time was home for dinner. Never had to lock your doors. No , no faxes, no cellphones.
Scully: "Mulder, if you had to do without a cell-phone for two minutes you'd lapse into catatonic schizophrenia."

Mulder: "...If I had to settle down, build a home? It'd be a place like this."
Scully: "It'd be like living in Mayberry."

Mulder: "Well, just find yourself a man with a spotless genetic makeup and a really high tolerance for being second-guessed and start pumping out the little uber-Scullies."
Scully: "What about your family?"
Mulder: "Well, aside from the need for corrective lenses and the tendency to be abducted by extraterrestrials involved in an international  governmental conspiracy, the Mulder family passes genetic muster."

Scully: "Now, we all have a natural instinct to propagate."
Mulder: "Do we?"

Mulder: "Hey Scully, I never saw you as a mother before."

Scully: "You still planning on making a home here?"
Mulder: "Nah. Not if I can't get the Knicks game."
Scully: "Just as long as bundling infanticide doesn't weigh into your decision... G'night Mulder."
Mulder: "G'night MOM..."


Taylor: "Hi, I'm Sheriff Andy Taylor."
Mulder: "For real?!"

Scully: "Well, were there any local women who were pregnant and now suddenly aren't?"

Taylor: "By the way, this is my deputy Barney."
Mulder: "Fife?"
Barney: "Pastor."

Mulder: "There's something rotten in Mayberry."

Scully: "They really went caveman on them."

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