Izzy Berkowitz: I'm 18 . . . I can go anywhere I want.
Shaineh Berkowitz: Yes, but where ya gonna live when ya get back?
Shaineh: IZZY BERKOWITZ! Get your butt front-end center!
Izzy: What'd I do?
Shaineh: Well I hope the answer to that is nothin'!
(Thank you ElleGirl!)
Jerry Springer: Dandruff?
WolfMom: No! I wash his hair twice a day . . . brush 100 strokes at night.
Scully: (Reading) And I could swear I hear Cher singing. The one who was married to Sonny.
Scully: (Still reading) I got your name off the TV. Some . . . lady on the Jerry Springer show who had a wolf baby said you came to her house.
Mulder: Scully, do you think it's too soon for me to get my own 1-900 number?
Shaineh: You can't plant a seed in a barren field.
Scully: Peanut butter sandwiches?
Mulder: You think bologna would be more effective?
Mulder: I'm alarmed that you would reduce these people to a stereotype. Not everybody dreams to get on Jerry Springer.
Scully: Is there anything that you DON'T believe in, Mulder?
Scully: Sir, unless you want your scientific achievements to end up as a footnote on the Jerry Springer Show, I suggest that you make the time.
Dr. Pollidori: Jerry Springer show?
Mulder: Good night, Doctor Frankenstein.
Pollidori: You know what I feel about children. Mewling little monsters.
Waitress: Is it true Jerry Springer's comin' to town?
Shaineh: Hey! Hey! That's it! That's the song that was playin' when I got knocked up!
Scully: Mulder, I'm alarmed that you would reduce the man to a literary stereotype. A mad scientist.
Mulder: I'm accusing . . . that your wife may have been impregnated. (Wife immediately 'puts on a happy face')
Mulder: The other victims . . . they had their frying pans . . . violated.
Mulder: (Stumbling across the jar of empty PB in garbage) I think we found our smoking gun.
(All the diner occupants are looking disgruntled. Waitress pours coffee into Mulder's lap)
Mulder: That's not a place you want to burn a guy.
Scully: Mulder?
Mulder: You may have been right, Scully.
Scully: What, that these people could be reduced to a cultural stereotype?
Mulder: It's alive!
Pollidori: I don’t know how to re-create you. You were a mistake.
Great Mutato: What we did was wrong, but in our trespasses we gave you a loving son and in your homes I went places I’d never dreamed of. With your books, and your records and home media centers, I learned of the world and of a mother’s love that I’ll never know. Cher loved that boy so much.
Izzy: Hey . . . he’s no monster.
Great Mutato: Arrest me then, as you will.
Mulder: This is all wrong, Scully. This is not how the story's supposed to end.
Scully: What do you mean?
Mulder: Dr. Frankenstein pays for his evil ambitions, yes. But the monster is supposed to escape, to go search for his bride.
Scully: There's not going to be any bride, Mulder. Not in this story.
Mulder: Well, where's the writer? (Izzy comes in) I want to speak to the writer.
Jerry Springer: Tell me something. Is it hard to love these babies?
Shaineh: What's not to love?
(Shaineh Berkowitz and Mrs. Pollidori both are holding little Mutatos)
(In a very Elvis like move, Mulder, still standing, turns and holds his hand out to Scully. She is surprised, but takes his hand and lets him pull her into his arms. They look straight into each others eyes, smiling. During piano interlude, Mulder and Scully dance closely,
watching each other intently, then turn their heads to watch the
Great Mutato and CherR. They smile, still dancing slower now.
Live frame slows and becomes a comic book drawing of Mulder and Scully, smiling, then hand closes page of comic book, now in color.)
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