MULDER: We wanted to believe. We wanted to call out. On August 20th and September 5th, 1977, two spacecraft were launched from the Kennedy Space Flight Center, Florida. They were called Voyager. Each one carries a message. A gold-plated record depicting images, music and sounds of our planet, arranged so that it may be understood if ever intercepted by a technologically mature extraterrestrial civilization. Thirteen years after its launch, Voyager One passed the orbital plane of Neptune and essentially leaving our solar system. Within that time, there were no further messages sent. Nor are any planned. We wanted to listen. On October 12th, 1992, NASA initiated the high-resolution microwave survey. A decade long-search by radio telescope, scanning ten million frequencies for any transmission by extraterrestrial intelligence. Less than one year later, first-term Nevada Senator Richard Bryan successfully championed an amendment which terminated the project. I wanted to believe but the tools have been taken away. The X-Files have been shut down. They closed our eyes. Our voices have been silenced... our ears now deaf to the realms of extreme possibilities.
STUDENT: Are you okay, Agent Scully? You kinda sounded, uh, a little spooky...
MULDER: Four dollars for the first hour of parking is criminal. What you got better be worth at least 45 minutes.
SCULLY: You know, Mulder, from back there you look like him.
MULDER: Him?
SCULLY: Deep Throat.
MULDER: He's dead, Scully. I attended his funeral at Arlington through 8-power binoculars from a thousand yards away. Now the picture frame was turned down, you wanted to talk? What have you found?
SCULLY: I wanted to talk, but I haven't found anything.
MULDER: It's dangerous for us just to have a little chat.
SCULLY: What makes you think they care about us anymore, anyway?
MULDER: So why have you bothered to come here covertly?
SCULLY: Because I realized that it was the only way that you would see me.
MULDER: Actually, the idea was presented to Hale one night while he was playing billiards. An elf climbed in his window and told him to get money from the Rockefeller Foundation for a telescope.
SCULLY: And you're worried that all your life you've been seeing elves?
MULDER: In my case, little green men.
MULDER: Seeing is not enough, I should have something to hold onto. Some solid evidence. I learned that from you.
SCULLY: Mulder, even if George Hale only saw elves in his mind, the telescope still got built. Don't give up.
SENATOR MATHESON: Do you know this, Fox?
MULDER:Bach, Brandenburg Concerto Number 3.
SEN. MATHESON: Two.
MULDER: Good thing it wasn't a Double Jeopardy question.
SEN. MATHESON: Do you know the significance of this piece?
MULDER: Well, uh, recalling music appreciation with Professor Ganz, Bach had a genius for polyphonic.
SEN. MATHESON: This is the first selection of music on the Voyager Spacecraft.
WOMAN'S VOICE on answering machine: Mulder, you hounded me to have lunch with you today and you don't show? You're a pig!
SCULLY: (caught in MULDER's apartment) I was told by the Assistant Director that Mulder was gone.
AGENT: So?
SCULLY: So, whenever he's away I feed his fish.
MULDER: No, Jorge, don't touch the red button. Nojo on the Rojo.
MULDER: Deep Throat said, "Trust No One." It's hard, Scully. Suspecting everyone, everything. It wears you down. You even begin to doubt what you know is the truth. Before, I could only trust myself. Now, I can only trust you. And they've taken you away from me.
SCULLY: Evidence is worthless if you're dead.
MULDER: I still have my work. I still have you. I still have myself.
