The X-Files/Quotes

Mulder: Whatever happened to playing a hunch, Scully? The element of surprise, random acts of unpredictability? If we fail to anticipate the unforeseen or expect the unexpected in a universe of infinite possibilities, we may find ourselves at the mercy of anyone or anything that cannot be programmed, categorized or easily referenced. [Pops a sunflower seed into his mouth.] What are we doing up here, Scully? It's hotter than hell.

Mulder: [To a bartender, while drinking.] I'm the key figure in an ongoing government charade, the plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extraterrestrials. It's a global conspiracy, actually, with key players in the highest levels of power, that reaches down into the lives of every man, woman, and child on this planet, so, of course, no one believes me. I'm an annoyance to my superiors, a joke to my peers. They call me Spooky. Spooky Mulder, whose sister was abducted by aliens when he was just a kid and who now chases after little green men with a badge and a gun, shouting to the heavens or to anyone who will listen that the fix is in, that the sky is falling and when it hits it's gonna be the shit-storm of all time.

Mulder: But you saved me. As difficult and frustrating as it's been sometimes, your God-damned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over. You kept me honest. You made me a whole person. I owe you everything, and you owe me nothing. I don't know if I want to do this alone. I don't even know if I can.

[Upon seeing a body in two pieces.]
Scully: So, should we arrest David Copperfield?
Mulder: Yes, but not for this.

Scully: You know, on the old mariners' maps, the cartographers would designate uncharted territory by writing "here be monsters."
Mulder: I've got a map of New York City just like that.

Mulder: Well, 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 practice? Charms, cards, familiars, blood-stones, or hex signs, or any kind of the ritual tableau associated with the occult; Santeria, Voudoun, Macumba or any high or low magic...
Mulder: Scully?
Scully: Yes?
Mulder: Marry me.
Scully: I was hoping for something a little more helpful.

Scully: [into her recorder] Begin autopsy on white male, age sixty, who is arguably having a worse time in Texas than I am, though not by much. I'll begin with the Y-incision.
[She picks up the scalpel provided to her and the blade falls off]
Scully: Yee-ha.

Scully: Spontaneous human combustion.
Mulder: [grinning] Scully!
Scully: Well, isn't that where you were going with this?
Mulder: 'Dear Diary: Today my heart leapt when Agent Scully suggested spontaneous human combustion.'
Scully: Mulder, there are one or two somewhat well-documented cases.
[Mulder nods, grinning]
Scully: Mulder, shut up.

[Mulder and Scully are posing as husband and wife]
Mulder: Wow. Admit it, all you want to do is play house. Woman! Get back in here and make me a sandwich!
[Scully throws a rubber glove at him]
Mulder: Did I not make myself clear?

Scully: Mulder, there's something out there.
Mulder: I know. I've been saying that for years.

Scully: I need something to put my back up against, Mulder.
Mulder: I know. I feel the same way. I feel that we've lost so much... but we've got The X-Files, and I believe what we're looking for is in them. I'm more certain than ever the truth is out there, Scully.
Scully: I've heard the truth, Mulder. Now what I want are the answers.

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