Mulder: "I just thought it was a cool keychain."

Mulder: "You're going to get up, we're going to the bathroom.  *Move*."

Mulder: "I think he got the connecting flight."

Mulder: "Remember this place?"
Scully: "I remember being amazed at what some people call home."
Mulder: "You have to admit the man had a unique sense of style."
Scully: "Only Max Fenig and you would appreciate living like this."

Scully: "I think you two were actually kindred spirits in some deep, strange way."
Mulder: "What do you mean?"
Scully: "Men with spartan lives, simple in their creature comforts if only to allow for the complexity of their passions."
Mulder: "Um... 'Beans and Weenies'."

Synchrony

Mulder: "The security officer, who is now in the morgue, has a body temperature just south of Frosty the Snowman."

Mulder: "You were a lot more open minded when you were a youngster."

Scully: "What was he wearing - a long black robe and carrying a scythe?"

Mulder: "Well you see what happens when you drink and drive?"

Small Potatoes

Mulder: "What are you saying? Van Blundht is an alien?"
Scully: "Not unless they have trailer parks in space."

Mulder: "Hey Scully, if you could be somebody else for a day, who would you be?"
Scully: "Hopefully myself"
Mulder: "That's so boring..."

Mulder: "I mean wouldn't you even be tempted to try someone else's existence for a day? Live your life as somebody else?"
Scully: "Looking like someone else, Mulder, and being someone  else are completely different things."
Mulder: "Well, maybe it's not. I mean everyone around you would treat you like someone else. Ultimately, maybe it's other people's reactions to us that makes us what we are."

Scully: "Alright then... Eleanor Roosevelt."
Mulder (confused/disgusted expression): "...Can't be a dead person."
Scully: "Why the hell not?"
Mulder: "Because..."

(corpse falls from ceiling)
Mulder: "Do you think the fall killed him?"

Mulder: "I was just here... Where did I go?"

"Mulder"/Eddie: "I know I dragged you out here, Scully, but I'm beginning to think this whole thing is a waste of time."

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