Teliko

(Scully is just starting the autopsy of a dead man, Mulder 
walks in)
Mulder: Hey, Scully. I heard you were down here slicing 
        and dicing, who's the lucky stiff?

(Mulder and Scully are standing over the dead body of a 
young black man whose body has lost all pigment.)
Mulder: There is a Michael Jackson joke in here somewhere, 
        but I can't quite find it.

Scully: Mulder, not everything is a labyrinth of dark 
        conspiracy, and not everybody is planning to 
        decieve, invegle, and obfuscate.

Mulder: Agent Pendrell, thanks for returning this 
        material analysis on such short notice.
Agent Pendrell: Shouldn't we wait for agent Scully, just 
                so I won't have to repeat myself?
Mulder: She's not coming.
Agent Pendrell: Why not?
Mulder: She had a date. 
(Agent Pendrell looks defeated and has his eyes on the 
ground as he walks into the room)
Mulder: Breathe Agent Pendrell, with a dead man. She's doing 
        an autopsy. 
(Pendrel looks relieved, and perks up) You said you 
found something? 

(talking to each other on the phone)
Scully: Where are you?
Mulder: I'm off to water the seeds of doubt. Bye bye.

(Driving in Mulder's car)
Scully: Well even if you're right, I mean, especially if 
        you're right. Why would he leave his own country 
        to come here?
Mulder: Free cable.

(Scully typing her report of the case on her computer, the 
words are appearing on the screen as the voice-over of 
Scully's voice reads them.) 
Scully: ...But what science may never be able to explain is 
        our ineffable fear of the alien among us. A fear 
        which often drives us not to search for 
        understanding-but to decieve, inviegle, and 
        obfuscate. To obscure the truth not only from others, 
        but from ourselves.
(Screen fades out)