Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose

I've asked you a million times how you know and you tell me you don't know. Do you think if I ask you one more time that your answer will change?

Mulder: Pinch me.

Scully: This guy's performing the same routine as the Stupendous Yappi, he's just doing it in a different style.

Mulder: No, something told me, Scully, something is telling me this guy's for real.

Scully: Oh, so now you're psychic?

Something is always telling Mulder something. Isn't it funny how he can never give it a name. I too am getting a vision. I see Mulder acting like a Punk. Again.

General Punkesque Behavior

Mulder brings Clyde Bruckman to the apartment of one of the murdered fortune tellers where, when Scully realizes what Mulder is up to, she makes a face. Mulder in turns makes the oddest face at Scully. What was that look all about? Surely he expected Scully to be skeptical of Mr. Bruckman's ability.

Running a guilt trip on Clyde Bruckman to get him to help: Why would the man want to willingly subject himself to the traumatic images involved in "seeing" details of the murders if he didn't have to?

Pestering Clyde Bruckman about how he knows what he knows about the death of Mr. Dukenfield: The man already said more than once that he didn't know. Asking him the same question a million times over isn't going to make him know.