MULDER: How was the wedding?
SCULLY: You mean the part where the groom passed out or the
dog bit the drummer?
MULDER: Did you catch the bouquet?
SCULLY: Maybe.
MULDER: The project that everyone says
doesn't exist, does exist.
SCULLY: The Icarus project?
MULDER: The next generation in jet engine design, capable of
doubling current supersonic speeds using half the fuel. At least
in theory.
SCULLY: And Ronald Surnow was an aeronautical scientist who
worked on it here at the university.
MULDER: Yes.
SCULLY: How close are they?
MULDER: I'm not sure, but Surnow is the second scientist on the
team to die in the last six months.
SCULLY: Ok, but how is this an X-File? Mulder, you don't think this
has anything to do with UFO technology?
MULDER: There's something unexplainable here, Scully, but it's
certainly not unidentifiable.
SCULLY: Your work seems to be a perfect target for industrial
espionage.
MULDER: What about Roland Fuller?
DR. NOLLETTE: Uh, Roland's the, uh, janitor.
MULDER: Well, according to the police report, he was the only
other person here last night.
DR. KEATS: Roland didn't do that.
SCULLY: How do you know?
DR. KEATS: Let's just say Roland isn't exactly a rocket scientist.
MULDER: Besides Nollette and Keats, he's the only person we can
prove was in the lab that night.
SCULLY: Yes, but we're talking about a sophisticated fluid dynamics
equation. Roland Fuller barely has an IQ of 70.
MULDER: Well, you saw his facility with mathematics.
Don't some autistic individuals display unusual abilities?
SCULLY: Yes, but even savants behave only as human calculators.
I mean, they can perform certain functions but they can't tell you the
value of anything or even the meaning of a number.
ROLAND: Don't you wish you could fly?
TRACY: I can ... when I dream. People can
do anything in a dream, you know. Once, one time I had a dream
we were married and lived in a house. Do you have dreams, Roland?
SCULLY: Mulder, no one's gonna provide you with anything once you
explain your theory on how Roland Fuller is capable of these murders.
MULDER: You've got a brother, don't you Scully?
SCULLY: Yeah. I've got an older one and a younger one.
MULDER: Well, have you ever thought about calling one of them all
day long and then all of a sudden the phone rings and it's one of them
calling you?
SCULLY: Does this pitch somehow end with a way for me to lower
my long distance charges?
MULDER: I believe in psychic connections, and evidence suggests
that it's stronger between family members, strongest of all between
twin siblings that shared the same womb.
SCULLY: Ok, maybe. But in this case, one sibling has closer ties to
a frozen fudgesicle than he does to his own brother.
MULDER: Arthur Grable is not dead. He's in a state of consciousness
that no human has ever returned from. And what if that state allows
one to develop psychic ability to a potential that the conscious mind
is too preoccupied to explore or believe in? He could use that
ability to control his brother to kill those scientists.
ROLAND: Tracy. Wait.
(He picks up his jar of stars and hands it to her.)
Keep my stars.
TRACY: I love you.
ROLAND: Me too.
