Pitching kid: Hey, quit complaining. Y'know, we already had to move home plate because you BITCHED about the mud.
Scully: (Noticing Mulder's fiddling with the baseball and not listening to her) Meanwhile, I've quit the FBI and become a spokesman for the Ab-Roller.
Mulder: (Putting ball under Scully's nose) Smell that. (She does and wrinkles her nose) That's perfume. Eau De Ball.
Mulder: If I had to settle down, build a home? It'd be a place like this.
Scully: It'd be like living in Mayberry.
Sheriff Taylor: Hi, I'm Sheriff Andy Taylor.
Mulder: For real?!
Scully: Well, were there any local women who were pregnant and now suddenly aren't?
Taylor: By the way, this is my deputy Barney.
Mulder: Fife?
Deputy Barney: Pastor!
Mulder: There's something rotten in Mayberry.
Scully: I guess I was just projecting on myself.
Mulder: Why? Is there a history of genetic abnormalities in your family?
Scully: No.
Mulder: Well just find yourself a man with a spotless genetic makeup and a really high tolerance for being second-guessed and start pumping out the little uber-Scullys. (he rubs her back and smiles)
Scully: What about your family?
Mulder: (tilts his head suggestively) Hmm?
(Scully tilts her head in the same manner)
Mulder: Well aside from the need for corrective lenses and the tendency to be abducted by extra-terrestrials involved in an international governmental conspiracy, the Mulder family passes genetic muster.
(Scully smiles)
Scully: Now we all have a natural instinct to propagate.
Mulder: Do we?
Mulder: Scully. . .I just never saw you as a mother before.
Scully: (As Mulder is pointing the TV bunny-ears at her forehead) You still planning on making a home here?
Mulder: Nah. Not if I can't get the Knicks game.
Scully: Just as long as bundling infanticide doesn't weigh into your decision . . . G'night Mulder.
Mulder: G'night MOM.
Scully: They really went caveman on them.
Mulder: (After deputy pulls gun out and leaves) Uh, that was a little bit too Chuck Bronson for me, Scully.
Mulder: (Hunkering down, pushing pigs) Scully, would you think less of me as a man if I told you I was kind of excited right now?
Mulder: (Pigs won't budge) There some secret farmer trick to get these things moving?
Scully: I don't know. (Babe impersonation) Naa-ram-ewe! NAA-RAAM-EEEWE!!!!
Mulder: Yeah, that'll work.
Scully: I baby-sat my nephew this weekend. He watches Babe 15 times a day!
Mulder: And people call ME spooky.
Mulder: Oh no! (Holds up newspaper with the headline ELVIS PRESLEY DEAD AT 42)
Mulder: Which means that when Edmund was a kid he could ground the other two for playing with his things?
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