SCULLY: Any cavities?
MULDER: No, I brush after every meal.
MULDER: During their time, Cheney's and Leadbetter's ideas weren't very well received by their peers. Using psychology to solve a crime was something like ...
SCULLY: Believing in the paranormal?
MULDER: Exactly. But there's another mystery.
SCULLY: Which is?
MULDER: Well, I'd like to know why this police woman would suddenly drive her car into a field the size of Rhode Island and for no rhyme or reason, dig up the bones of a man whose been missing for 50 years. I mean unless there was a neon sign saying "Dig Here."
SCULLY: I guess that's why we're going to Aubrey.
MULDER: Yes, and also, I've always been intrigued by women named BJ.
MULDER: Well, I've often felt that dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.
MULDER: You mean a hunch?
SCULLY: I seem to remember you having some pretty extreme hunches.
MULDER: I never have.
MULDER: Well, I don't want to jump to any rash conclusions, but I'd say he's definitely our prime subject, huh?
SCULLY: Mulder, the man we're talking about is 77 years old.
MULDER: Well, George Foreman won the heavyweight crown at 45. Some people are just late bloomers.
MULDER: There are countless stories of twins who are separated at birth who end up in the same occupation, marrying the same kind of people, each naming their child Waldo.
SCULLY: Waldo?
BJ: (with a knife over Mulder) This time you'll stay dead...
