Mulder: What do you think, Scully, is this a name, possibly? Or a code, or an anagram?
Scully: "T-h-e-e-f." I assume it's supposed to be t-h-I-e-f-- "thief."
Mulder: Insert your own Dan Quayle joke here.
Mulder: Lousy spelling aside, what do you think it refers to? Who's the thief?
Scully: Well, that's certainly one question. I've got many.
Mulder: "Mulder, why are we here?"
Scully: To be fair, I might have used the words "Mulder, how is this an X-File?"
Mulder: You see that, Scully, you always keep me guessing.
Mulder: Yeah, that's what it looks like to me. Now, I know what you're going to say, Scully.
Scully: No, hexcraft. I mean, I'll buy that as the intent here. It certainly jibes with the evidence. I say we talk to the family . . . I'll always keep you guessing.
Mulder: Go ahead, Scully, keep me guessing.
Scully: Kuru.
Mulder: The, the, the, uh . . . the disease that New Guinea tribesmen get?
Scully: From eating the brains of their relatives.
Mulder: And I thought my grandpa slurping his soup was bad.
Landlady: Whatever that is it sure is stinky.
Peattie: Stinky's good.
Peattie: Don't look like no poppin' corn to me.
Tech: Put it in the microwave . . . then you get your popcorn.
Peattie: Oh, microwave. I heard tell of such a thing. It's a true wonder.
Mulder: Mm-hmm. It seems pretty clear-cut.
Scully: Except maybe it's not.
Mulder: You're wondering if maybe Peattie could've saved her life? (she walks away) You do keep me guessing.
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