Mulder: It sounds to me like that's witchcraft or maybe sorcery that you're looking for there.
Scully: No, I don't think it's witchcraft, Mulder, or sorcery. I've had a look around and I don't see any evidence of anything that warrants that kind of suspicion.
Mulder: Maybe you don't know what you're looking for.
Scully: Like evidence of conjury or the black arts, or shamanism, divination, wicca or any kind of pagan or neo-pagan practices. Charms, cards, familiars, bloodstones, or hex signs or any kind of ritual tableaux associated with the occult, santeria, voudoun, macumba, or any high or low magic.
Mulder: Scully?
Scully: Yes?
Mulder: Marry me.
Mulder: Hey, morning, sunshine.
Mulder: You didn't rent a convertible, did you?
Scully: Why?
Mulder: Are you aware of the statistics of decapitation?
(Mulder's eating sunflower seeds and watching an unseen video with lots of moaning)
Mulder: Mulder.
Scully: Mulder, it's me.
Mulder: I thought you were on vacation . . .
Scully: I am . . . I'm . . . I'm up in Maine.
Mulder: Huh, I thought you didn't want to be disturbed. You wanted to get out of your head for a few days.
Scully: I don't. I . . . I mean, I do. I . . . What are you watching, Mulder?
Mulder: It's the World's Deadliest Swarms. Um, you said you were gonna be unreachable. What's going on? (Mulder turns off TV, and darned if it isn't TWDS.)
Mulder: Maybe there's a scientific explanation.
Scully: A scientific explanation?
Mulder: Yeah, a medical cause. Something called Corea.
Scully: Dancing sickness.
Mulder: Yeah, St. Vitus' Dance. Affects groups of people, causing unexpected outbursts of, uh . . . uncontrollable jerks and spasms.
Scully: Yeah, but it hasn't been seen or diagnosed since the Middle Ages.
(He drinks DAIRY FREE orange juice dated OCT 97, during which Scully is awaiting a response to a question on the phone)
Mulder: Ugh . . . Ooh . . .
(Spits it back into the bottle and puts it back - making bachelors around the world proud ;)
Mulder: You're obviously not a fan of American Bandstand.
Scully: Mulder, are there any references in occult literature to . . . objects that have the power to . . . direct human behavior?
Mulder: What . . . types of objects?
Scully: Uhm, like a doll for instance?
Mulder: You mean like Chuckie?
Scully: (embarrassed) Yeah, kinda like that.
Mulder: You didn't find a talking doll, did you Scully?
Scully: No, no . . . course not, uh . . .
Mulder: I would suggest that you should check the back of the doll for a . . a . . . plastic ring with a string on it. That would be my first . . . (click) Hello?
Scully: What about you? Did you . . . get anything done while I was gone?
Mulder: Oh God, I mean it's amazing what I can accomplish without incessant meddling and questioning into everything I do. It's just . . .
(Two pencils land in Mulder's lap from up above. Scully looks up, and there are like 100 pencils stuck into the ceiling. She looks down again at Mulder, who's all sheepish.)
Mulder: There's got to be an explanation . . .
Scully: Oh, I don't know. I think some things are better left unexplained.
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