MULDER: Whatever happened to playing a hunch, Scully? The element
of surprise, random acts of unpredictabilty? If we fail to anticipate the
unforeseen or expect the unexpected in a universe of infinite possibilites,
we may find ourselves at the mercy of anyone or anything that cannot be
programmed, categorized or easily referenced. What are we doing up here, Scully? It's hotter than hell.
MULDER: What makes you think I'm bored?
MULDER: Scully, you know that face I just showed you?
I'm making it again.
MULDER: Next time, you're buying.
MULDER: Whatever you told them in there, Scully, you don't have to
protect me.
MULDER: I'm the key figure in an on-going government charade,
the plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extraterrestrials. It's a global conspiracy, actually,
with key players in the highest levels of power, that reaches down
into the lives of every man, woman, and child on this planet.
So, of course, no one believes me. I'm an annoyance
to my superiors, a joke to my peers. They call me Spooky. Spooky
Mulder, whose sister was abducted by aliens when he was just a
kid and who now chases after little green men with a badge and a
gun, shouting to the heavens or to anyone who will listen that the
fix is in, that the sky is falling and when it hits it's gonna be the
shit-storm of all time.
MULDER: You know, one is the loneliest number.
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.
SCULLY: Mulder, you knew before we got here this man didn't die at
the bomb site.
MULDER: I've been told as much.
SCULLY: You're saying this is a coverup? Of what?
MULDER: I don’t know, but I have a hunch that what you're gonna find
won't be categorized or easily referenced.
MULDER: We are being blamed for this man’s death, I'd like to know
what he died of, wouldn't you?
MULDER: And they call me paranoid.
MULDER: Five years together, Scully. How many times I been wrong? Never. Not driving anyway.
MULDER: I was right about the bomb, wasn't I?
MULDER: The virus may be extraterrestrial.
MULDER: You wanna tell yourself that so you can quit with a clear
conscience, you can, but you're wrong!
MULDER: But you saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it's
been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science
have saved me a thousand times over! You've kept me honest ...
you've made me a whole person. I owe you everything ... Scully,
and you owe me nothing.
MULDER: There's an interesting work of fiction on page 24.
Mysteriously, our names have been omitted. They're burying this
thing, Scully. They're just going to dig a new hole and cover it up.
SCULLY: I told OPR everything I know. What I experienced, the virus,
how it's spread by the bees from pollen in transgenic crops.
MULDER: You're wasting your time, Scully. They'll never believe you,
not unless your story can be programmed, categorized, or easily
referenced.
MULDER: No. No. How many times have we been here before, Scully?
Right here. So close to the truth and now with what we've seen and
what we know to be right back at the beginning with nothing.
SCULLY: This is different, Mulder.
MULDER: No it isn't! You were right to want to quit! You were right
to want to leave me! You should get as far away from me as you can!
I'm not going to watch you die, Scully, because of some hollow
personal cause of mine. Go be a doctor. Go be a doctor while you
still can.
MULDER: This has nothing to do with common sense.
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