Rob Roberts: Welcome to Lucky Boy. May I take your order?

Mulder: Yeah, we'll have it our way.



Mulder: Yeah, long day. So let's make this quick. Does everybody have their button?

Rob: We only wear them on Fridays. For "free fer" Fridays.



Mulder: Derwood. Do you have your button, Derwood?

Derwood: Uh, no, I must have left it at home on account of we're supposed to only wear them on Fridays. Well, I sure as hell didn't leave it on no dead guy.



Mulder: Hey, Scully, check it out. You know how they say you never want to see the kitchen of any of your favorite restaurants?

Scully: Somehow, I don't think Lucky Boy would make that list.



Mulder: Maybe. Maybe I'm thinking this was the crime scene.

Scully: You're saying Mr. Pankow had his brain very neatly removed from his skull right here in this kitchen?

Mulder: It had to happen somewhere.

Scully: But next to the shake machine, Mulder?



Mulder: I-it's not sociologically unheard of. There are certain tribes in New Guinea that consider human brains a delicacy.

Scully: Yeah, but Mulder, we're in Orange County.

Mulder: Yeah, what's your point?



(Mulder sees another goopy substance under the counter.)

Mulder: What is that? Next to it. Is that, uh . . . oh, my . . . ugh. Is that brain? Is that brain matter there?

Scully: No, I'd say that's ground beef.



Mulder: You live here alone?

Rob: Yeah, it's just me.

Mulder: Uh-huh. Mom or girlfriend?

Rob: What?

Mulder: Come on, man, who cleans up after you?

Rob: Neither. It's just me I-I live here alone.

Mulder: Well, bravo. You know, they say single guys are just bears who own furniture, (smiles) but . . . I mean, my place . . . Oh, but here . . . you can smell the Pine-Sol.

Rob: Thanks. Can I, can I get you anything?

Mulder: Yeah, a cheeseburger and a large order of fries. (smiles) Heh. It's a bad joke. I'm sorry.



Rob: Oh, hey. I, uh . . . I hope you catch the guy, huh?

Mulder: Yeah. No, I already got a pretty good idea who it is. Thanks.



(Rob flings sees a maroon car sitting by the curb. A man who looks just like David Duchovny, Steve Kiziak, Duchovny's double, is sitting behind the wheel. Rob looks at him. Kiziak rolls down his car window.)

Steve: What do you want?

Rob: Uh . . . Nothing.

Steve: So take a hike.



Mulder: (casually, Columbo style) Hey, just the man I wanted to see. How are you this morning, Rob?

Rob: Fine.

Mulder: I'm glad I caught you. Oh, hey, I was just driving to your apartment and I saw Derwood Spinks not a block from here. He wasn't coming from your place by any chance, was he?

Rob: No, no. I haven't seen him.

Mulder: Good. I'd stay away from him. He's our prime suspect in the Pankow murder.

Rob: You think he did it?

Mulder: Me? No. No, I should say that's the opinion of the Costa Mesa police. (he winks.) And my partner.

Rob: So he's-he's not your guy.

Mulder: No, I think we're looking for somebody who has a compulsion to kill . . . who truly can't help himself.



Rob: Hey-hey, wait. What-what's your point?

Mulder: (enigmatically) I'm just tying up some loose ends.



Derwood: Uh, since this is farewell, when nobody was looking I used to dip my boys in the cole slaw. (The staff and the customer at the counter groan as he takes a bite of the cole slaw.) Bon appetit.



Rob: I'm sorry, but this is like good cop, insane cop.



Mulder: Watch out for that monster.



Rob: Wait a minute. Your ex-husband did what?

Sylvia: He said I was too fat to ride in his sports car-- that I'd just mess up the springs. So I sat on the hood and I bounced. And I didn't stop until the police showed up. They sided with me.



Mulder: Mr. Derwood Spinks. Alive and well. I'm confused, Rob. Was he helping you redecorate?



(Mulder shows Rob a picture of the guy who was in the maroon car who looks just like David Duchovny. The brochure says:

Steve Kiziak
Private Investigator
Surveillance A Specialty)

Mulder: Do you recognize this guy?

Rob: No.

Mulder: He's a private eye. Sylvia Jassy's ex-husband hired him to spy on her. But now this Steve Kiziak has gone missing.



Mulder: Well, maybe we should check with Sylvia again.

Rob: I don't think she's home.

Mulder: Well, we'll track her down. Don't worry, Rob, it won't be long now.



Rob: I can't be something I'm not.

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