Scully: The syringes contained Roperidol, that's the same anti-psychotic medication that she was giving to Dr Richmond.
John Doggett: He's not the one calling the shots.
Scully: You still think that it was Kobold?
John Doggett: This is not about demons, it's not about demonic possession, it's about men.
Scully: Agent Doggett, have you considered that something else might be going on here?
John Doggett: I heard you say it, Agent Scully, I heard you tell a classroom full of FBI cadets - most evil in the world comes from men.
Scully: Yeah, but I also said that when science fails, we have to consider extreme possibilities. I know what you're feeling. I know your frustration. But you can't let it cloud your objectivity.
John Doggett: Agent Reyes is thinking just what this guy, Kobold, wants her to think, and now you are too.

Scully: One day, you'll ask me to speak of a truth - of the miracle of your birth. To explain what is unexplained. And if I falter or fail on this day, know there is an answer, my child, a sacred imperishable truth, but one you may never hope to find alone. Chance meeting your perfect other, your perfect opposite - your protector and endangerer. Chance embarking with this other on the greatest of journeys - a search for truths fugitive and imponderable. If one day this chance may befall you, my son, do not fail or falter to seize it. The truths are out there. And if one day you should behold a miracle, as I have in you, you will learn the truth is not found in science, or on some unseen plane, but by looking into your own heart. And in that moment you will be blessed - and stricken. For the truest truths, are what hold us together, or keep us painfully, desperately apart.

Scully: Hold no hope you can respond to this. Or that it reaches you. I only hope that you are alive. I cannot help believing that you jumped off that train because you knew what I now know - that these "Super Soldiers", if that's what they are, can in fact be destroyed. That the key to their destruction lies in the iron compound at that quarry. I am scared for you, Mulder. And for William. The forces against us are unrelenting. But so is my determination. To see you again. To regain the comfort and safety that we shared for so brief a time. Until then, I remain forever yours - Dana.

Scully: I'm on my way. That was Agent Doggett again. They're waiting. Mom, I've got to go.
Margaret Scully: It's the middle of the night, Dana. I just don't understand what can't wait 'til tomorrow.
Scully: Mom, it's important. I wouldn't go if it weren't.
Margaret Scully: Yes, I know, Dana. You say it's about getting answers.
Scully: Answers about William, Mom.
Margaret Scully: I know you're worried about him... that there are things about him that you just can't explain - but even if you were to get those answers what would it change?
Scully: Mom, he's my child.
Margaret Scully: And you have to love him and raise him in spite of everything. Dana, god has given you a miracle. A child that wasn't supposed to be. Maybe it's not to question... just to be taken as a matter of faith.
Scully: Mom, I can't take this on faith. I need to know. I need to know if it's really God I have to thank.

Scully: It's true, John. She's gone.
John Doggett: I don't accept that. Look at her breathing. Her heart's still beating. There's got to be hope.
Scully: There's no measurable electrical activity in her brain. Brain death is... indeed death, John. I'm sorry.

Scully: Mulder, it's me.
Mulder: Oh. Is it time to go?
Scully: No. That's why I'm here. Mulder, I need you to talk to me. Confide in me... or we'll lose.
Mulder: We can't win, Scully. We can only hope to go down fighting.
Scully: You're scaring me. Mulder, I'm so scared that I've just got you back and now I'm going to lose you again.
Mulder: I know what I'm doing.
Scully: Well... whatever you're doing... you have no idea how much has already been lost... What I've had to do...
Mulder: I do know. Skinner told me.
Scully: Our son, Mulder... I gave him up. Our son. I'm so afraid you could never forgive me.
Mulder: I know you had no choice. I just missed both of you so much.
Scully: God, where have you been? Where have you been hiding?
Mulder: In New Mexico.
Scully: Doing what?
Mulder: Looking for The Truth.
Scully: You found something, didn't you? Huh? What did you find?
Mulder: I can't tell you.
Scully: You found something in that facility? That's what you were doing, right? Mulder, what did you find out there?
Mulder: Scully, I can't tell you.
Scully: That doesn't make sense.
Mulder: You've got to trust me, Scully. I know things. It's better you don't.

Scully: What are you thinking? Mulder?
Mulder: I'm thinking... I'm a guilty man. I've failed in every respect. I deserve the harshest punishment for my crimes.
Scully: You don't believe that.
Mulder: I believe... that I sat in a motel room like this with you when we first met... and I tried to convince you of the truth. And in that respect, I succeeded, but... in every other way... I've failed.
Scully: You don't believe that, either.
Mulder: Mm. I've been chasing after monsters with a butterfly net. You heard the man - the date's set. I can't change that.
Scully: You wouldn't tell me. Not because you were afraid or broken... but because you didn't want to accept defeat.
Mulder: Well, I was afraid of what knowing would do to you. I was afraid that it would crush... your spirit.
Scully: Why would I accept defeat? Why would I accept it, if you won't? Mulder, you say that you've failed, but you only fail if you give up. And I know you - you can't give up. It's what I saw in you when we first met. It's what made me follow you... why I'd do it all over again.
Mulder: And look what it's gotten you.
Scully: And what has it gotten you? Not your sister. Nothing that you've set out for. But you won't give up, even now. You've always said that you want to believe. But believe in what Mulder? If this is the truth that you've been looking for, then what is left to believe in?
Mulder: I want to believe that... the dead are not lost to us. That they speak to us... as part of something greater than us - greater than any alien force. And if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe that if we listen, to what's speaking, it can give us the power to save ourselves.
Scully: Then we believe the same thing.
Mulder: Maybe there's hope.

Scully: Hello, Mulder? Can you hear me? I'm at the hotel. Where are you? What do you mean, "What hotel? Las Vegas. I'm in Las Vegas, aren't you? You called me. What do you mean you didn't call me? Oh, man, I am going to kick their asses.

Scully: I came in search of something I did not believe existed. I've stayed on now, in spite of myself. In spite of everything I've ever held to be true. I will continue here as long as I can... as long as you are beset by the haunting illness which I saw consume your beautiful mind. What is this discovery I've made? How can I reconcile what I see with what I know? I feel this was meant not for me to find but for you... to make sense of - make the connections which can't be ignored... connections which, for me, deny all logic and reason. What is this source of power I hold in my hand - this rubbing - a simple impression taken from the surface of the craft? I watched this rubbing take its undeniable hold on you, saw you succumb to its spiralling effect. Now I must work to uncover what your illness prevents you from finding. In the source of every illness lies its cure.

Scully: I feel you slipping away from me with every minute I fail here. What are the elusive meanings I cannot see, that are hidden here? If I could understand it, know how it affected you, learn how to use its power to save you.

Scully: Mulder, it's me. I know that you can hear me. If you can just give me some sign. I want you to know where I've been... what I found. I think that, if you know, that you could find a way to hold on. I need you to hold on. I found a key... the key... to every question that has ever been asked. It's a puzzle... but the pieces are there for us to put together and I know that they can save you if you can just hold on. Mulder... please. Hold on.

Scully: Mulder, these people, even when they were alive, mangled biblical prophecy to the extent that it's unrecognisable. The year 2000 is just their artificial deadline, and besides 2001 is actually the start of the new millennium.
Mulder: Nobody likes a math geek, Scully.

Scully: Mulder?
Mulder: Over here.
Scully: What is it?
Mulder: Diazepam. She used them to sleep.
Scully: Is there a note?
Mulder: No. She called when I was in California. She wanted to talk, but, uh... I never called her back.
Scully: Mulder...
Mulder: I didn't... Why would she do this? It just doesn't make any sense.
Scully: We never truly know why.
Mulder: No, she wouldn't kill herself. Why are these pictures gone? There were photos here. There were photos of my sister and I. This is all that she had left of us and they're missing. Why...? She saw me on the news. She wanted to talk about the missing girl, Amber Lynn. She wanted to tell me something about her, or maybe she couldn't tell me over the phone because she was afraid that they would do something like this to her.
Scully: Who?
Mulder: Whoever took my sister. Look at this place. I mean, it's like... it's all staged - the pills, the oven, the tape. It's like a bad movie script. They would... they would have come here and they would have threatened her. She would be upset; they would have to sedate her. I would look for a, uh... a needle puncture mark or something else in her system besides these pills.
Scully: No, Mulder. Please don't ask me to do this.
Mulder: Scully, who else can I ask?
Scully: An autopsy, Mulder? I mean, it's one thing on a stranger but you're my friend, and she's your mother...
Mulder: I know, but if you don't do it, I might never know the truth.

Scully: Time passes in moments... moments which, rushing past, define the path of a life, just as surely as they lead towards its end. How rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making, or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed. But what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes? Might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? And, seeing those choices, choose another path?

Scully: Mr. Danfous Im speacial agent Dana Scully with the FBI

Bob Damphouse: What's so special about ya?
Scully: It's an FBI title, sir.
Bob Damphouse: I know it is. I'm not stupid!

Scully: Mulder, if any of this is true...
Mulder: If it is, or if it isn't, I want you to forget about it, Scully.
Scully: Forget about it?
Mulder: You're not going back out there. I'm not going to let you go back out there.
Scully: What are you talking about?
Mulder: It has to end some time. That time is now.
Scully: Mulder...
Mulder: Scully, you have to understand that they're taking abductees. You're an abductee. I'm not going to risk... losing you.
Scully: I won't let you go alone.

Scully: Mulder, you never fail to surprise me. I just wish I felt like eating it right now.
Mulder: That's cool. We can just wait for the cheese to congeal and eat it later. You miss your regular pizza man, don't you?
Scully: Yes. That's okay. He's coming by later.
Mulder: I bet you forgot about that, didn't you?
Scully: No, I didn't, actually. I thought about it a lot, while I was lying in my hospital bed, wondering what on earth you could have given me.
Mulder: And?
Scully: Oh, my God. Oh, Mulder.
Mulder: Is it what you imagined?
Scully: Not even close.
Mulder: Oh, my, that's the wrong doll, actually.
Scully: But then that's the other gift that you gave me, Mulder. Courage... to believe. And I hope that's a gift I can pass on.

Scully: Nature's calling, I think we should pull over.
Mulder: Did you really have to bring that thing?
Scully: You wake me up on a Saturday morning, tell me to be ready in five minutes, my mother's out of town, all of the dog sitters are booked and you know how I feel about cows. So, unless you want to lose your security deposit on the car, I suggest you pull over.

Scully: I called him Ahab and he called me Starbuck. So I named my dog Queequeg. It's funny, I just realised something.
Mulder: It's a bizarre name for a dog, huh?
Scully: No. How much you're like Ahab. You're so... consumed by your personal vengeance against life, whether it be its inherent cruelties or its mysteries, that everything takes on a warped significance to your megalomaniacal cosmology.
Mulder: Scully, are you coming on to me?

Scully: For the first time, I feel time like a heart beat. The seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning. The numerous mysteries, that once seemed so distant and unreal, threatening clarity in the presence of a truth entertained not in youth, but only in its passage. I feel these words as if their meaning were weight lifted from me knowing that you will read them and share my burden as I have come to trust no other. That you should know my heart, look into it, finding there the memory and experience that belong to you, that are you, is a comfort to me now as I feel the tethers loose and the prospects darken for the continuance of a journey that began not so long ago. And which began again with a faith shaken and strengthened by your convictions. If not for which I might never have been so strong now as I cross to face you and look at you, incomplete, hoping that you will forgive me for not making the rest of the journey with you.

Scully: Have you ever witnessed a miracle, Dr Zuckerman?
Dr Zuckerman: I don't know that I have. But I have seen people make recoveries, come back from so far gone I can't explain it.
Scully: Isn't that a miracle?
Dr Zuckerman: Maybe they are miracles... But I don't dare call them that.

Scully: Mulder, we've got this conference, they're waiting.
Mulder: Yeah. How do I say this without using any negative words, Scully.
Scully: You want me to tell them that you're not going to make it to this year's teamwork seminar.
Mulder: Yes. You see that? We don't need that conference. We have communication like that - unspoken. You know what I'm thinking.

Scully: Mulder, you don't want me to sing. I can't carry a tune.
Mulder: Doesn't matter, just sing anything.
Scully: Jeremiah was a bullfrog... Was a good friend of mine... Never understood a single word he said... But I helped him drink his wine...
Mulder: Chorus...
Scully: Joy to the world... All the boys and girls.... Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea... Joy to you and me...

Scully: First of all, if the family of Ronnie Strickland does indeed decide to sue the FBI for, I think the figure is $446 million, then you and I both will most certainly be co-defendants. And second of all... I don't even have a second of all, Mulder! $446 million! I'm in this as deep as you are, and I'm not even the one that overreacted! I didn't do the thing!
Mulder: I did not overreact, Ronnie Strickland was a vampire!
Scully: Where's your proof?
Mulder: You're my proof! You were there! Okay, now you're scaring me. I want to hear exactly what you're going to tell Skinner.
Scully: Oh, you want our stories straight.
Mulder: No, no, I didn't say that! I just want to hear it the way you saw it.
Scully: I don't feel comfortable with that...
Mulder: Prison, Scully! Your cell mate's nickname is going to be Large Marge. She going to read a lot of Gertrude Stein.

Mulder: He may well have is reasons but he seems to use a lot of psychotics to carry out his job orders.

Scully: Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with. The storm drains are filling up. Let's get out of here.

Scully: I went to go see those MUFON members to find out about that woman, Betsy Hagopian.
Mulder: And what did you find?
Scully: I found out that she's dying. Along with a lot of other women who claim to be dying too. All of them who say that they've had these implanted in them. It's the same thing that I had removed from my own neck.
Mulder: But you're fine aren't you, Scully?
Scully: Am I? I don't know, Mulder. They said that they know me. That they've seen me before. It was freaky. They know things about me, about my disappearance.
Mulder: That is disturbing. But I don't think you should freak out until we find out what this thing is.

Scully: You know, it's strange - men can blow up buildings, and they can be nowhere near the crime scene. But we can piece together the evidence and convict them beyond a doubt. Our labs here can recreate out of the most microscopic details their motivation and circumstance to almost any murder. Right down to a killer's attitude towards his mother and that he was a bed wetter. But in the case of a woman... my sister... who was gunned down in cold blood in a well-lit apartment building by a shooter who left the weapon at the crime scene, we can't even put together enough to keep anybody interested.
Skinner: I don't think this had anything to do with interest.
Scully: If I may say so, sir. It has everything to do with interest. Just not yours and not mine.

Scully: Have you ever had any dealings with a cow?
Mulder: Agent Scully, WHAT are you implying?

Scully: So what IS our profile of the killer? Indeterminate height, weight, sex; unarmed but extremely attractive?

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.

[about Mulder's encounter with a gargoyle]
Scully: Maybe you're just seeing what you wanted to see.
Mulder: What makes you think I'd want to see that?

Scully: I'm afraid that God is speaking and no one is listening.

Scully: Maybe faith is a type of insanity.

Scully: Mulder toads just fell from the sky!

Mulder: I guess their parachutes didn't open.

Scully: You have been our greatest ally.
Skinner: Not the ally I could have been.

Scully: Somebody shoved this under my door. I guess you really do have a friend in the FBI. And, Mulder, when you see Skinner to hand in field report, I hope that you know that I'd consider it more than a professional loss if you decided to leave.

Scully: Mulder, it's me. I just had something incredibly strange happen. This piece of metal that they took out of Duane Barry, it has some kind of code on it. I ran it through a scanner, and some kind of serial number came up. What the hell is this thing, Mulder? It's almost as if... it's almost as if somebody was using it to catalogue him... Mulder! I need your help! Mulder!
[shouts]
Scully: Mulder!

Spender: Crystal.

Scully: Mulder, there 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.

Scully: I noticed you dropped everything fast enough in order to help her out.
Mulder: I was merely extending her a professional courtesy.
Scully: Oh, is that what you were extending?

Scully: I'm not going to ask if you just said what I think you just said, because I know it's what you said.

Scully: Last time you were so engrossed, it turned out you were reading the "Adult Video News."

Mulder: Ooh! If you were that stoned what?

Scully: The answers are there, you just have to know where to look for them.
Mulder: That's why they put the "I" in FBI.

Agent Tom Colton: Let's not get carried away. I'm going to solve these murders, but what I would like from you is to go over the case histories, maybe come down to the crime scene.
Scully: Do you want me to ask Mulder?
Agent Tom Colton: Okay, if he wants to come and do you a favour, great. But make sure he knows this is my case. Dana, if I can break a case like this one, I'll be getting my bump up the ladder. And you, maybe you won't have to be Mrs Spooky any more.

Scully: Mulder I know what you did wasnt by the book

Mulder: Tells you a lot about the book, doesn't it?

Scully: I'm driving. Why do you always have to drive? Because you're the guy? Because you're the big, macho man?
Mulder: No. I was just never sure your little feet could reach the pedals.

Scully: No... I don't think it's witchcraft or sorcery. I've looked around and I don't see any evidence of anything that warrants that kind of suspicion.
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, Voudom, 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: Nothing happens in contradiction to nature, Only in contradiction to what we know of it.

Scully: For the first time I feel like a heartbeat, the seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning, the numinous mysteries that once seemed so distant and unreal threatening clarity in the presence of a truth entertained not in youth, but only in its passage.

Scully: A dream is an answer to a question we haven't learned how to ask.

Scully: Mulder, are you all right?

Mulder: No, it's OK. My ass broke the fall.

Mulder: I just thought it was a pretty cool keychain.

Scully: You're so consumed by your personal vengeance against life, whether it be its inherent cruelties or mysteries, that everything takes on a warped significance to fit your megalomaniacal cosmology.
Mulder: Are you coming on to me, Scully?

Scully: I must remind you, this goes against the bureau's policy of male and female agents staying in the same motel room while on assignment.
Mulder: Try any of that Tailhook crap on me Scully, and I'll kick your ass.

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: I would never lie. I willfully participated in a campaign of misinformation.

Scully: Did you find what you were looking for?
Mulder: No, no, but I found something I thought I'd lost. Faith to keep looking.

Mulder: Maybe. Maybe you're right, Scully. But I don't need an apology for the lies. I don't care about the fictions they create to cover their crimes. I want them held accountable for what did happen. I want them to apologize for the truth.

Mulder: Come on back. The truth will save you, Scully. I think it'll save both of us.

Scully: I feel like I've lost sight of myself, Mulder. It's hard to see, let alone find, in the darkness of covert locations. I mean, I wish I could say that we were going in circles, but we're not. We're going in an endless line, two steps forward and three steps back. While my own life is standing still.

[Scully is under hypnosis]
Scully: There's... there's another one. There's another ship. They see it. They were attacking them.
Weber: Who were they attacking, Dana?
Scully: The... the faceless men. They're... oh my God, I can't...
Weber: Do you want to stop, Dana?
Scully: No. Now it's coming at us. Oh my God! No! Cassandra!
Weber: Where's Cassandra?
Scully: They're... they're taking her. They're... oh my God.

[after meeting the Lone Gunmen]
Scully: They were the most paranoid people I have ever met. I don't know how you think that what they say is even remotely plausible.
Mulder: I think it's remotely plausible that someone might think you're hot.

Mulder: I've seen life on this planet, Scully, and that's precisely why I'm looking elsewhere.

Scully: There's no sign of him, Mulder. Maybe he's moved on. What are you looking at?
Mulder: On the videotape, Dr. Banton kept staring at the floor. I've been trying to figure out what he might have been looking at.
Scully: Well, maybe the exposure affected his mind. Nonsensical repetitive behavior is a common trait of mental illness.
Mulder: You trying to tell me something?

Scully: Your contact, while interesting in the context of science fiction, was, at least in my memory, recounting a poorly veiled synopsis of an episode of Rocky and Bullwinkle.

Mulder: That's funny - I knew a couple of catholic school girls who were expert at it!

Mulder: Well I won't sit idly by while you hurl cliches at me; preparation is the father of inspiration.
Scully: Necessity is the mother of invention.
Mulder: The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Scully: East, sleep and be merry for tomorrow we die.
Mulder: I scream, you scream, we all scream for nonfat tofutti rice icecream.

Mulder: Yeah, but I'm not Eddie van Blundht either, am I?

Mulder: What about Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny?