SCULLY: (on her cell phone) And if we don't act in accordance with that data, if you ignore it as we have done,
the chances are great that if there actually is a bomb, we might not find it.
Lives could be lost .... Mulder. Mulder?
MULDER: (behind her) Boom.
SCULLY: Jesus, Mulder!
SCULLY: I know you're bored in this assignment, Mulder, but
unconventional thinking is only gonna get you in trouble now.
MULDER: What makes you think I'm bored?
MULDER: Maybe we should call in a bomb threat to Houston.
I think it's free beer night at the Astrodome.
SCULLY: (tries the door, it's locked) Aww, now what?
MULDER: It's locked?
SCULLY: So much for anticipating the unforeseen.
(Mulder tries to open
the door and it opens easily)
... I had you.
MULDER: No, you didn't.
SCULLY: Oh, yeah. I had you big time.
MULDER: You had nothing. Come on, I saw you jiggle the handle.
SCULLY: I saw your face, Mulder. There was a definite moment of panic.
MULDER: You've never seen me panic. When I panic, I make this face.
(registers an emotionless face)
SCULLY: That was the face.
MULDER: You didn't see that face.
SCULLY: I saw that face.
SCULLY: You're buying.
MULDER: What? Coke, Pepsi, saline IV?
SCULLY: Something sweet.
MULDER: Scully, I found the bomb.
SCULLY: You're funny. Where are you, Mulder?
MULDER: (seconds ticking off the timer) Thirteen fifty-six, thirteen fifty-four, thirteen fifty-two,
thirteen fifty. You see a pattern emerging here, Scully?
MULDER: Scully, you know that face I just showed you...?
I'm making it again.
MULDER: Next time, you're buying.
BARTENDER: I'd say this just about exceeds your
minimum daily requirement... Whoa, you've gotta train for that kind of heavy lifting.
Poopy day?
KURTZWEIL: That official FBI business?
MULDER: What?
KURTZWEIL: Bet the Bureau's accusing you of the same thing in Dallas.
Standing around holding your yank while bombs are exploding.
MULDER: Do I know you?
MULDER: I think you're full of shit.
SCULLY: Are you drunk, Mulder?
MULDER: I ... I ... I was until about 20 minutes ago, yeah.
SCULLY: Was that before or after you decided to come here?
MULDER: What exactly are you implying?
SCULLY: Go home, Mulder.
MULDER: Listen, son, we don't have time to dick around while you
demonstrate your ignorance of the chain of command. The order came
directly from General McAddie, you call him. We'll conduct our
business while you confirm authorization.
DETECTIVE: The feds are
looking for [Kurtzweil] too. (to MULDER) Real nice business he's got, huh?
MULDER: What’s that?
DETECTIVE: Selling naked pictures of little kids on his computer.
You looking for him for some other reason?
MULDER: Yeah .. (pause) I had an appointment for a pelvic examination.
MULDER: And they call me paranoid.
SCULLY: I think you better tell us.
KID: We don't even know you.
SCULLY: Well, we're FBI Agents.
KID: You're not FBI Agents.
MULDER: How do you know?
KID: Cause ya'll look like door-to-door salesmen.
MULDER: What are my choices?
SCULLY: About a hundred miles of nothing in both directions.
MULDER: Well, which way do you think they went?
SCULLY: We've got two choices. One of them's wrong.
MULDER: I think they went left.
SCULLY: I don't know why, I think they went right.
(after a pause Mulder floors it and the car accelerates straight ahead)
MULDER: Five years together, Scully. How many times I been wrong? Never. Not in driving anyway.
MULDER: I was right about the bomb, wasn't I?
SCULLY: This is great, this is fitting.
MULDER: (reluctantly) The virus may be extraterrestrial...
SCULLY: I don't b ... Mulder,
I don't ...
(Note: Gillian mentions that Scully actually curses once when she says, "Mulder, I don't fucking believe this." Apparently that was omitted from Scully's vocab in this scene.)
SCULLY: Any thoughts as to why anybody would be growing corn
in the middle of the desert?
MULDER: Well, those could be giant Jiffy-Pop Poppers.
FROHIKE: Hey, Mulder? Mulder?
MULDER: Oh my God. Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow... Toto!
BYERS: The bullet grazed your brow and your temporal
plate.
LANGLY: A few centimeters to the left and we’d all be playing harps
right now.
MULDER: You can strip Byers naked.
SCULLY: I had you big time.
