Scully: Map says to turn right at the intersection.
Mulder: The Detective who contacted me told me to turn left.
Scully: At the intersection?
Mulder: At the stop light.
Scully: This isn't a stop light it's a stop sign.
Mulder: Well, I'm sure she meant the stop sign.
Scully: Turn right.
Mulder: You don't suppose she's a virgin, do you?
Scully: I doubt she's even a blonde.
Mulder: Go ahead.
Scully: No, you go ahead.
Mulder: No, I know how much you love snapping on the latex.
Mulder: (to White - about Scully) She tends to be rather rigid; but rigid in a wonderful way -- not like she was today.
Astrologer: I think the whole town's lost its marbles.
Terri: Scott Simmons. Babe-o-licious in overtime, Gene!
Margi: Minus the Brenda appendage.
Terri: Hate her.
Margi: Hate her. Wouldn't want to date her.
Scully: . . . but I didn't expect you to ditch me.
Mulder: I didn't ditch you.
Scully: Fine . . . whatever.
Det. White: You've been drinking.
Mulder: yes . . . eh . . . I have. Which is . . . funny 'cause I usually, uh, normally never, I don't drink.
Mulder: Let me drive.
Scully: I'm driving.
Mulder: Scully, it's not what you think.
Scully: I didn't see anything anyway.
Mulder: Will you let me drive?
Scully: I'm driving. Why do you always have to drive? Because you're the guy? Because you're the big macho man?
Mulder: No, I was just never sure your little feet would reach the pedals.
Scully: (mockingly) I'm a macho man.
Brenda: What are you guys doing?
Margi: You just close your eyes and count to thirteen, and Bloody Mary appears in the mirror.
Terri: C'mon in . . . Bren-da!
Astrologer: I'm just waiting for authorization.
Mulder: I'm a federal agent.
Astrologer: Last I heard the federal government couldn't pay its bills.
Astrologer: Well, the same reason my dogs been trying to mate with the barbecue grill for the last two months. A cosmic G-spot.
Scully: Mulder, what the hell's going on here?
Mulder: Something cosmic.
Mulder & Scully: Put that gun down!
Mulder: (voiceover) We are but visitors on this rock, hurling through time and space at sixty-six thousand miles an hour. Tethered to a burning sphere by an invisible force and an unfathomable universe. This most of us take for granted while refusing to believe these forces have any more effect on us than a butterfly beating its wings halfway around the world. Or that two girls, born on the same date, the same time and the same place, might not find themselves the unfortunate focus of similar unseen forces. Converging like the planets themselves into burning pinpoints of cosmic energy, whose absolute gravity would threaten to swallow and consume everything in its path. Or maybe the answer lies even
further from our grasp.
Principal Bob: I think that it was Satan. Yes sir . . . Satan it was.
Mob: Oooooohhhhhhhhh . . .
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