Scully: I forgot what it was like to spend a day in court.
Mulder: Well, that's one of the luxuries of hunting down aliens and genetic mutants. You rarely get to press charges.
Mulder: That's weird. I'm sure I locked it.
Scully: Must be an X-File.
(Mulder finds a cassette in the car.)
Scully: What do you think it is?
Mulder: Ten-to-one you can't dance to it.
Phoebe: Oh, come on don't tell me left you sense of humor in Oxford ten years ago.
Mulder: No, actually, it's one of the few things you didn't drive a stake through.
Mulder: Dana Scully, this is Phoebe Green. The terror of Scotland Yard.
Phoebe: Hello.
Scully: Hello.
Phoebe: (whispering in Mulder's ear) She hates me.
Scully: Mulder, you just keep unfolding like a flower.
Scully: Yeah, I noticed how you couldn't drop everything fast enough in order to help her out.
Mulder: I was merely extending her a professional courtesy.
Scully: Oh, is that what you were extending?
Beatty: You've got quite a case for yourself here, Mulder. I almost wish I could be in your shoes.
Scully: So, Sherlock, is the game afoot?
Mulder: 'Fraid so, Watson.
Mulder: There's something else I haven't told you about myself, Scully. I hate fire. Hate it. Scared to death of it. When I was a kid, my best friend's house burned down. Had to spend the night in the rubble to keep away looters. For years, I had nightmares about being trapped in a burning building.
Scully: Wait, and Phoebe knows about this?
Mulder: This is classic Phoebe Green. Mindgame player extraordinaire. Ten years it's taken me to forget about this woman, and she shows up in my life with a case like this.
Scully: So she shows up knowing the power she has over you and then she makes you walk through fire, is that it?
Mulder: Phoebe is fire.
Mulder: Sooner or later, a man's got to face his demons.
Mulder: I'm cursed with a photographic memory.
Phoebe: And don't you tell me that you've forgotten a certain youthful indiscretion. Atop Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's tombstone on a misty night in Windlesham.
Scully: (In Phoebe accent off screen) Care to take me to lunch? (Normal) Scare you?
Mulder: You have no idea . . .
Phoebe: Can I get you anything, sir?
Cecil: I'm just dying for a cigarette.
Scully: Well, never let it be said that you wouldn't walk through fire for a woman, Mulder.
Mulder: And never let it be said that I wouldn't do it for you again, Scully.
- Fire (original script)
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