Scully: What am I looking at?
Mulder: Thirty loggers working a clear-cutting contract in Washington State. Rugged, manly men in the full bloom of their manhood.
Scully: Right, but what am I looking for?
Mulder: Anything strange, unexplainable, unlikely . . . boyfriend.

Mulder: That's a lot of flannel to be choking down even for Bigfoot.

Mulder: Come on, Scully. It'll be a nice trip to the forest.

Scully: (looking at the corpse) I think . . . it's a male.
Mulder: Barely.

Scully: What kind of an insect could have gotten a man all the way up into that tree?
Mulder: Itsy bitsy spider.

Scully: What do you think?
Mulder: I think I'm going to suggest that we sleep with the lights on.

Mulder: There's actually this lake where they've discovered a kind of amoeba that can literally suck a man's brains out.
Scully: Oh, a brain-sucking amoeba.

Mulder: We'll be safe as long as we stay in the light.

Mulder: And I told her it would be a nice trip to the forest.
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