Scully: (saluting) Good sailing, Ahab.
Mr. Scully: Good night, Starbuck.
Scully: Last time you were that engrossed, it turned out you were reading the 'Adult Video News'.
Scully: Mulder, do I detect a hint of skepticism.
Mulder: At the age of six, Luther Boggs slaughtered every pet animal in his housing project. When he was thirty, he strangled five family members over Thanksgiving dinner and then sat down to watch the fourth quarter of the Detroit - Green Bay game. Some killers are
projects of society. Some act out past abuses. Boggs kills because he likes it.
Mulder: I tore this off my New York Knicks t-shirt. It has nothing to do with the crime.
Scully: Did Boggs confess?
Mulder: No, no, it was five hours of Boggs' channeling. After three hours I asked him to summon up the soul of Jimmi Hendrix and requested 'All Along the Watchtower'. You know, the guy's been dead twenty years, but he still hasn't lost his edge.
Mulder: Dana, open yourself up to extreme possibilities only when they're the truth.
Scully: You set us up. You're in on this with Lucas Henry. This was a trap for Mulder because he helped put you away. Well, I came here to tell you that if he dies because of what you've done, four days from now nobody will stop me from being the one that'll throw the switch and gas you out of this life for good, you son of a bitch!!!
Scully: Luther, if you really were psychic . . .
Boggs: I would have known you lied.
Mulder: Scully . . . Dana, after all you've seen. After all the evidence . . . why can't you believe?
Scully: . . . I'm afraid. I'm afraid to believe.
Mulder: You couldn't face that fear? Even if it meant not ever knowing what you're father wanted to tell you.
Scully: . . . But I do know.
Mulder: How?
Scully: . . . He was my father.
(Mulder nods and puts his hand on her shoulder.)
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