Mulder: I mean, we have no evidence-- no MO to speak of. This could be the perfect crime.
Maggie: That's why I didn't want to come here, Kevin.
Kevin: I'm not even doing anything.
Maggie: You're thinking about it.
Kevin: There's a console between us. I mean, how much can I do? You make it sound like I'm an attacker.
Mulder: Hey, Scully, glad I caught you. We got a third victim-- 16-year- old kid out on lover's lane.
Scully: Are you sure?
Mulder: Yeah. I'm sure many a person's had their heart broken out here, but not quite like this.
Mulder: Hey, you weren't joking about being late. I was about to start slicing and dicing, myself.
Mulder: You're a writer. Anything I'd know?
Padgett: I don't think so.
Padgett: You're an FBI agent. Working on anything interesting?
Mulder: A murder case.
Padgett: Anything I'd know?
Mulder: Possibly.
Padgett: Agent Mulder, my book . . . did you like it?
Mulder: Maybe if it were fiction.
Mulder: You know you're in here, don't you?
Scully: (uncomfortably) I read a chapter. What does he say?
Mulder: (quietly) Well, let's just say it ends with you doing the naked pretzel with "the stranger" on a bed in an unfurnished fourth floor apartment. (pause) I'm assuming that's a priori, too?
Scully: (short laugh, not looking at him) I think you know me better than that, Mulder.
Scully: How did you know, Mulder, that the body was in the truck?
Mulder: (putting a finger to his forehead, Karnac-style) I imagined it.
Scully: It's still no evidence that Padgett directed the killer.
Mulder: What do you need, a signed work order? Of course he directed him.
Scully: Mulder, you are making critical assumptions without any facts. What about time of death? What . . .?
(Mulder grabs Scully's shoulders and turns them 180 degrees.)
Scully: What are you doing?
Mulder: You're about to argue my usual side, aren't you?
Mulder: Mr. Padgett . . . you can go. We apologize for our mistake. You're free to finish your book.
Padgett: Thank you.
(Padgett exits the cell, then turns back to Mulder and Scully.)
Padgett: I made a mistake myself.
Mulder: What's that, Mr. Padgett?
Padgett: In my book, I'd written that Agent Scully falls in love but that's obviously impossible. (looking at Mulder) Agent Scully is already in love.
Padgett: A big mistake. I misjudged her character-- her interest in me.
Naciamento: Now we're on to something.
Padgett: She's only trying to get his attention but doesn't know it.
Naciamento: The old unconscious at work.
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