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: 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.
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.
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.
Mulder: I know we said that we weren't going to exchange gifts, but, uh... I got ya a little somethin'.
Scully: Mulder..
Mulder: Merry Christmas.
Scully: Well, I got you a little somethin', too.
Mulder: [little laugh]
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: 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, 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]
