Mulder: Somebody broke a nail.
Scully: Mulder! Are you okay?
Mulder: Yeah, aside from terminal cell phone
withdrawal. That, and I gotta pee. Where are you?
Mulder: That's Mister Mulder to you, you peanut picking bastard.
Scully: Big piles of manure...
Mulder: Well, on behalf of the international Jewish conspiracy, I just need to inform you that we're almost outta gas.
[Someone talks in German]
Mulder: Same to you, Adolph!
Scully: You did something incredibly stupid.
Frohike: What kind of drugs is he on?
Langly: I want some.
Scully: [walks over] Yes?
Mulder: I love you.
Scully: Oh, brother.
Mulder: There's a little trouble over at our White House, but that'll blow over. So to speak.
Skinner: Use your head, Scully. It'll save your ass.
Scully: Save your own ass, sir. You'll save your head along with it.
Scully: Mulder, I want you to close your eyes and I want you to think to yourself, "There's no place like home".
Spender: Are you okay, Agent Scully?
Scully: No. No, I'm not. I'm a gun ready to go off so don't test me, Spender. Don't even think about trying to weasel me.
Scully: Are you sure that's the best thing to do?
Scully: Am I out of my mind? Mulder, YOU are out of YOUR mind!
Scully: What is up with you?! I'm thinking about having you examined for mental illness or, or drug use or, or maybe a massive head injury!
Scully: I'd kiss you if you weren't so damned ugly.
Morris Fletcher: Baby!
Scully: Baby me and you'll be peeing from a catheter!
Morris Fletcher: So you might as well get used to me being here.
Scully: Or, I just shoot you - baby.
Terms of Endearment
The-Husband/Suspect-Who-I-Think-Is-Named-Gary: Hey, c'mon, you're making me feel weird.
The Rain King
Scully: Well, it seems to me that the best relationships, the ones that last, are
frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and
you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked
somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can ever
imagine yourself with.
Mulder: Ehh, he wants advice. Dating advice.
Scully: Dating advice? From whom?
Mulder: Yours truly. ....Hello? Hey, Scully? Scully, you there?
Scully: I heard you. Mulder, when was the last time you went on a date?
Mulder: I will talk to you later.
Scully: Blind leading the blind.
Scully: Mulder, did they check you for head trauma?
Holman: I've been envoius of men like you my whole life. Based on your
physical bearingness and you're.. more experienced. You spend every day
with Agent Scully, a beautiful, enchanting woman, yet.. and you two never, uh...? I confess I
find that shocking.. I've seen how you two gaze at one another.
Mulder: I don't gaze at Scully
How the Ghosts Stole Christmas
Mulder: Are you saying that the building's haunted? Because if you are, I think
you've been with me too long.
Scully: Not that, uh, my only joy in life is proving you wrong.
Mulder: When have you proved me wrong?
Sculy: Well, why else would you want me out there with you?
Mulder: You don't want to be there? ...Oh, that's, um, self-righteous and narcissistic of me to say, isn't it?
Scully: No. I mean, Maybe I did want to be out there with you.
Scully: You know what's weird?
Scully: Mulder, she's wearing my outfit.
Mulder: How embarrassing.
Scully: Yeah, well, you know what? He's wearing yours.
Mulder: I know we said that we weren't going to exchange gifts, but, uh... I got ya a little somethin'.
Mulder: Merry Christmas.
Scully: Well, I got you a little somethin', too.
Mulder: [little laugh]
Scully: Is that a hound I hear baying out in the moor?
Mulder: No, actually that was a left-cheek sneak.
Mulder: My name is Fox Mulder. We used to sit next to each other at the FBI.
Mulder: Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful.
Mulder: Hey, home girl. Word up.
Mulder: Scully, you wanna go one-on-one? We got nothin' but time now that we're on administrative leave.
Scully: Mulder, this stinks. And not just because I think that woman is a... Well, I think you know what I think that woman is.
Mulder: No, actually you hide your feelings very well.
Mulder: Bring it on.
Mulder: Hey, oo, wait a minute, you didn't let me carry you over the threshhold.
Scully's fake laugh.
Scully: You ready?
Mulder: Let's get it on, honey.
Scully: (did she say 'Bite me'??)
Mulder: You wanna make that honeymoon video now?
Mulder: Woman, get back in here and make me a sandwich.
Mulder: C'mon Laura, you know... we're married now.
Mulder: Did I not make myself clear?
Scully: Mulder, if we ever go undercover again, I get to choose the names.
Mulder: Admit it, you just want to play house.
Mulder: Aw, it was wonderful. We just spooned up and fell asleep like little baby cats.
Isn't that right honeybunch?
Scully: That's right poopyhead.
Mulder: Woooow, take a look at this.
Mulder: The thrill is gone.
??: If I had someone.. as savvy as her by my side all those years ago in the X-Files, I might not have retired.
Mulder: I'm having the best damned day of my life. Any moment I'm about to burst into song.
Scully: Since when did you get a waterbed?
Mulder: Yo quiero Taco Bell.
Mulder: You get a biscuit, Scully.
Scully: I'm watching you.
Scully: Don't underestimate a woman. They can be tricksters, too.
Scully: Oh, so you two are chummy?
Karen Berkowitz: I lack your feminine wiles.
Mulder: Oh, we met online.
Mulder: Two professionals exchanging information.
Mulder: I am home. I'm just feathering the nest.
Scully: You don't have anywhere to sit.
Mulder: Well, let's just say it ends with you doing the naked pretzel with the stranger
on a bed in an unfurnished fourth floor apartment.
Scully: [huff] I think you know me better than that, Mulder.
Scully: I'm very uncomfortable with this.
Scully: Loneliness is a choice.
Writer: In my book, I'd written that Agent Scully falls in love, but that's obviously impossible. Agent Scully is already in love.
Mulder: Dear Diary, today my heart lept when Agent Scully suggested spontaneous human combustion.
Scully: Shut up, Mulder. I'm playing baseball.
Scully: You rebel.
Mulder: You know, what you may find is you concentrate on hitting that little ball, the rest of the world just fades away. All your everyday bagging concerns. The ticking of your biological clock. How you probably couldn't afford that nice, new, suede coat on a G-woman's salary. How you threw away a promising career in medicine to hunt aliens with your crackpot, albeit brilliant partner. Getting into the heart of a global conspiracy. Your obscenely overdue Triple X bill. Oh, I'm sorry, Scully. Those two problems are mine, not yours.
Scully: Shut up, Mulder. I'm playing baseball.
Scully: Mulder, can I ask you a personal question?
Scully: Mulder, this is a needle in a haystack. These poor souls have been dead for fifty years. Let them rest in peace. Let sleeping dogs lie.
Mulder: Oh, I won't sit idly by as you hurl cliches at me. Preperation is the father of inspiration.
Scully: Necessity is the mother of invention.
Mulder: The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Scully: Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we may die.
Mulder: I scream, you scream, we all scream for non-fat, tofutti rice dreamsicles.
Scully: Nooo! [laughing]
Mulder: Get over here, Scully.
Three of a Kind
Scully: I just can't decide who lights my fire.
Scully: No, that's not nice.
Scully: Hey, cutie.
Scully's impression of a bus hitting a person.
Scully: [being stuck with a needle] Just a little prick...
Scully: Oh, man. I am gonna kick their asses.
Morris Fletcher: We could've been stardust.
Scully: Maybe next time. [slaps his butt and laughs]
Scully: I want to talk to him.
Doctor: No. He's a danger to anyone.
Scully: Not to me.
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