Tony: Look, I was just taking a walk.
Deputy Foster: Uh-huh. Right past all those big "no trespassing" signs? Now, you just stand there for a minute.
Tony: Come on, man, I didn't do anything.
Deputy Foster: I wish I had a nickel for every time I had to drag you kids out of these woods. It would be a lot of nickels.
Scully: Oh, my God, it looks like he was hit with a sledgehammer.
Mulder: Police flashlight. One blow.
Scully: The damage to the Maxillofacial bones and the cranium is consistent with a blunt-force trauma, but . . . I'd say that, uh, Tony eats his Wheaties.
Mulder: Check out the back of his head.
Scully: Ugh. His eyeglasses.
Mulder: Penetrated to the back of his skull. Babe Ruth couldn't hit this hard, let alone a high school sophomore.
(Mulder and Scully enter the police station. Chastity bumps into Mulder as they pass. Mulder turns and she and Mulder smile at each other. When he turns back to Scully, she must give him a look because he chuckles at her as they enter the interrogation room.)
Mulder: What?
Mulder: Come on, you were cruising, right? I mean, a small town like this you're not exactly living La Vida Loca. I know -- I grew up in Dullsville, too, you know. Nothing to do but drive and park.
Tony: How long ago was that?
Tony: Everything I know, it's in my statement.
Mulder: Okay, but bear with us 'cause we're old and stupid.
Mulder: I think there was a force at work here.
Scully: What kind of force?
Mulder: I don't know -- some kind of territorial or spiritual entity, maybe. Poltergeists have long been associated with violent acts like this and they tend to manifest around young people. They seem to be drawn to the turmoil of adolescence.
Scully: Mulder. Rather than spirits . . . can we at least start with Tony's friends? (looks like she is playing with his tie) Please? Just . . . for me?
Mulder: Chastity, if you know something now is the time to mention it.
Max: Unless they got a warrant, you don't have to say nothing.
Mulder: Wow, you must be her lawyer.
Mulder: Gee, butting in to our investigation. I wonder what your father the sheriff, would think.
Max: How do you know who my dad is?
Mulder: You got the same last name.
Max: Oh, you're good. We're done here. Come on, babe. (to Scully as he walks away) You must have been a Betty, back in the day.
Scully: A "Betty"?
Mulder: Back in the day.
Mulder: Buckle up, Scully. I believe Chuck is about to take us on a ride into the paranormal.
Chuck: Ah. I dig a mystery with layers.
Mulder: Chuck, I get the feeling you don't know what the hell this is.
Chuck: I cross-referenced the shape's silhouette against every organic and inorganic object in the Library of Congress database. The closest match was a Soviet Aula-class submarine.
Scully: I think we can rule that out.
Max: You trying to move in on my girl? (the bell rings) Saved by the bell.
Mulder: I'll show you my theory if you show me yours.
Mulder: Max could tell them. You know why you collapsed don't you, Max?
Max: Yeah, too much teen spirit.
Mulder: You think? Smells like murder to me.
Max: If I wasted Babbitt, then how did I do it? Am I like Carrie or something? I used some kind of mental powers?
Mulder: No, something else. You figured out a way to tap into something that gives you superhuman powers. It came in handy with Babbitt and Deputy Foster.
Max: Man, you're whistling "Dixie."
Scully: What'd you expect them to find, Mulder?
Mulder: I don't know. Vortex, like the one in Oregon. Gravitational aberrations, unique chemical compositions, uh, relics that would indicate that the cave was a sacred site . . . something, anything. I don't know.
Scully: Well, you and I were both in there and nothing happened to us. We're still slowpoking around.
Mulder: What if we're too old? Well, you said that teenagers differ from adults chemically and physiologically. What if whatever is in that cave affects only them?
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