The Sixth Extinction II:  Amor Fati

Cigarette-Smoking Man:  I'm giving you a choice. Mulder:  What choice? Cigarette-Smoking Man:  Life or death.  Your account is squared -- with me, with God, with the IRS, with the FBI.  Rise out of your bed and come with me. Mulder:  I'm dying, you idiot.  If I could get up, I'd kick your ass. Cigarette-Smoking Man:  [Clearly not impressed] Don't be so dramatic.  Only part of you is dying.  The part that played the hero.  You've suffered enough - for the X-Files, for your partner, for the world.  You're not Christ.  You're not Prince Hamlet.  You're not even Ralph Nader.  You can walk out of this hospital and the world will forget you.  Arise.

I know this one went a bit long but I find that "You're not even Ralph Nader" line to be too funny!  At any rate, as you can see no one is impressed by Mulder's threats.  Sheesh!  Even in his head Mulder acts like a Punk!

General Punkesque Behavior

Making empty threats:  Everyone knows that even if Mulder could have gotten out of that bed that he wouldn't have kicked anyone's ass.  For all his talk over 6 plus years Mulder has done very little ass kicking.

Ewww!  Granted that the whole Fowley thing took place in his head but I don't think it's asking too much to not see him play kissy face with TBFB.  Couldn't he imagine Bambi the bug woman or Detective White (Tramp!) instead?