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(Mulder is going on about how he would love to settle down 
in a nice quite town, like the one they are in right now, 
with no computers or cellphones. He is tossing a baseball 
up and down.)
Scully: Mulder, if you had to do without your cellphone for 
        2 days you would lapse into catatonic schizophrenia.

Mulder: Well, just find yourself a man with a spotless 
        genetic makeup and a really high tolerance for 
        being second-guessed and start pumping out the
        little uber-Scullies.
Scully: What about your family?
Mulder: Well, aside from the need for corrective lenses 
        and the tendency to be abducted by 
        extraterrestrials involved in an 
        international governmental conspiracy, 
        the Mulder family passes genetic muster.

(Mulder and Scully are in a very muddy, fenced in hog 
pasture)
Mulder (trying to push two big fat hogs out the open gate, 
Scully is doing the same): Hey Scully, would you think 
                           less of me as a man if I 
                           told you I was kind of 
                           excited right now?

Scully: Now, we all have a natural instinct to propagate.
Mulder: (Eyeing Scully) Do we? 

Mulder: Nah. Not if I can't get the Knicks game.
Scully: Just as long as bundling infanticide doesn't weigh 
        into your decision... G'night Mulder.
Mulder: G'night MOM...