Fox Mulder Quotes

Mulder: Fear. It's the oldest tool of power. If you're distracted by the fear of those around you, it keeps you from seeing the actions of those above.

Mulder: Why is it that every time I think I know the answers, someone goes and changes the questions?

Mulder: [in response to some suggestive remarks about Scully] Frohlike, it's men like you that give perversion a bad name.

[Scully thinks that one of Mulder's sources may have murdered an FBI agent]
Mulder: Is that what you want me to put on my report to Skinner? Because I would be more than happy to have you explain that to him.
Scully: Damn it, Mulder, that is not my job. You'll pursue a case at the expense of everything, to the point of insanity, and expect me to follow you. There has to be somewhere to draw the line.
Mulder: Three identical men are dead. A fourth identical man is alive and on the lam. If the pursuit of this case seems like insanity to you, feel free to step away from it.

Mulder: It's okay. He's okay.
Harold Piller: My son? You saw my son?
Mulder: He's dead. They're all dead, Harold. Your son, Amber Lynn, and my sister.
Harold Piller: No.
Mulder: Harold, you see so much, but you refuse to see him. You refuse to let him go. But you have to let him go now, Harold. He's protected. He's in a better place. They're all in a better place. We both have to let go, Harold.

Mulder: I could be mistaken. Maybe it was another bald-headed, jigsaw-puzzle-tattooed, naked guy I saw.

Mulder: Modell put the whammy on him.
Scully: Please explain to me the scientific nature of the Whammy.

[trying to distract Eugene Tooms]
Mulder: I'm looking for my dog. His name is Heinrick. He's a Norwegian Elkhound. I use him to hunt moose!

Mulder: [spills coffee in his lap] That's great. Now my crotch is gonna be up all night.

[after Scully tells Mulder about Diana Fowley's death]
Mulder: You were my constant, my touchstone.
Scully: And you are mine.

Mulder: [to P. Crump] ... and it's Mr. Mulder to you, ya peanut picking bastard.

Mulder: [on explaining how a young boy could reappear after 10 years without aging even a day] There are X-files cases, that describe similar paranormal findings. Alien abductees, who came back with anomalous medical stats.
John Doggett: You know, these words, "anomalous", "supernatural", "paranormal", they propound to explain something by not explaining it. That's lazy!

Mulder: It was five hours of Boggs channeling. After three hours i asked him to summon up the soul of Jimi Hendrix and requested 'All Along the Watchtower'. Your know, the guys been dead for 20 years but he has still got his touch.

Mulder: [to the Cigarette-Smoking Man] You murdered my father, you killed Scully's sister and if Scully dies I will kill you. I don't care who's father you are, I will put you down.

Mulder: I'm going to find Trepkos.
Scully: What if he's already dead?
Mulder: Then he'll have a lot of trouble answering my questions.

Mulder: Get that gun out of my face!
Mr. X: This high-capacity compact Sig Sauer .40 caliber weapon is pointed at your head to stress my insistence that your search for who put your partner on that respirator desist immediately!

Mulder: Max could tell them. You know why you collapsed don't you, Max?
Max Harden: Yeah, too much teen spirit.
Mulder: You think? Smells like murder to me.

Mulder: If Lucas Menand never gets hit by that bus, his complaint gets heard before the grand committee, Jason Nichols loses his funding and he never gets to collaborate on his research with Dr. Yonechi. Therefore, this photograph never gets taken because this celebration never happens.
Scully: ...And if your sister is your aunt and your mother marries your uncle, you'd be your own grandpa!

Mulder: Bambi also has a theory I've come to acro...
Scully: Who?
Mulder: Dr. Berenbaum. Anyway her theory is...
Scully: Her name is Bambi?
Mulder: Yeah. Both her parents were naturalists. Her theory is that UFO's are actually nocturnal insect swarms passing through electrical air fields.
Scully: Her name is Bambi?

Mulder: Maybe out past where the imagination ends our true natures lie, waiting to be confronted on their own terms. Born in anarchy with an unquenchable bloodthirst we shudder to think what might rise up from the darkness.

[Mulder has swapped bodies with another man]
Mulder: If I shoot him is that murder or suicide?
Scully: Neither, if I do it first.

Mulder: Historically, cemeteries were thought to be a haven for vampires, as are castles, catacombs and swamps, but unfortunately, you don't have any of those.
Sheriff Hartwell: We used to have swamps, only the EPA made us take to calling 'em "wetlands".

Mulder: My father's dead, Scully. They killed him.

Mulder: I don't think you understand. There's just too much evidence that it's all been a lie. The conspiracy is not to hide the existence of extraterrestrials. It's to make people believe in it so completely that they question nothing.
Weber: So, you and I have been advocates of insanity all along? Is this the extreme possibility you believe in now?

Mulder: Scully, do you believe that my sister Samantha was abducted by aliens? Have you ever believed that? No. So what do you think happened to her?
Scully: What are you saying you believe now?
Mulder: I don't know. I don't know what happened. I don't know what to believe. I just know that I have to find out now.

Mulder: It's been said that fear of the unknown is an irrational response to the excesses of the imagination. But our fear of the everyday, of the lurking stranger and the sound of footfalls on the stairs, the fear of violent death and the primitive impulse to survive, are as frightening as any X-File, as real as the acceptance that it could happen to you.

Mulder: I feel, Scully... that you believe... you're not ready to go. And you've always had the strength of your beliefs. I don't know if my being here... will help bring you back. But I'm here.

Mulder: Why is it still so hard for you to believe, even when all the evidence suggests extraordinary phenomena?
Scully: Because sometimes looking for extreme possibilities makes you blind to the probable explanation right in front of you.

Mulder: They're here aren't they?
Deep Throat: Mr. Mulder, THEY'VE been here for a long, long time.

[Mulder and Scully are undercover as newlyweds]
Mulder: Can we make the honeymoon video now?

Mulder: Brown Mountain, Scully, that doesn't ring a bell?
Scully: No...
Mulder: Brown Mountain lights? It's a famous atmospheric phenomenon dating back nearly 700 years, witnessed by thousands of people, back to the Cherokee Indians. Strange multicolored lights are seen to dance above the peak of the mountain. There's been no geological explanation, no scientific credible explanation at all.
Scully: And, what does that have to do with these two?
Mulder: Well, as I said, there is no scientific explanation, but there are those of us that believe that these multicolored lights are really...
Scully: UFOs. Extra-terrestrial visitors from beyond who apparently have nothing better to do than buzz one mountain for 700 years.
Mulder: It sounds like crap when you say it.

[Teaching Scully to hit a fastball]
Mulder: What you may find is you concentrate on hitting that little ball, the rest of the world just fades away. All your everyday nagging concerns. The ticking of your biological clock. How you probably couldn't afford that nice, new suede coat on a G-woman's salary. How you threw away a promising career in medicine to hunt aliens with a crackpot - albeit brilliant - partner. Getting into the heart of a global conspiracy. Your obscenely overdue triple-x bill. Oh, I'm sorry, Scully, those last two problems are mine, not yours.

Mulder: If you're lucky, you get 75 years. If you're very lucky, you get 80 years. And if you're extraordinarily lucky, you get to have 50 of those years with a full head of hair.

Mulder: Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean they're not out to get you.

Mulder: Come on, Scully, it'll be a nice trip to the forest.

Mulder: Is there any way I can get this off my fingers quickly without betraying my cool exterior?

Mulder: How can an eight year-old boy who can barely multiply be a threat to national security? And people call me paranoid.

Mulder: Before I could only trust myself. Now I can only trust you.

Mulder: No one down here but the FBI's most unwanted.

Mulder: If coincidences are just coincidences, why do they feel so contrived?

Mulder: I brought you a present. It's a video. Superstars of the Superbowls.
Scully: I knew there was a reason to live.

Mulder: You don't suppose she's a virgin, do you?
Scully: I don't even think she's a blonde.

Mulder: Is this display of boyish agility turning you on, Scully?

Mulder: I tied up an air phone for three hours. I don't speak Japanese, but I think some businessman told me to stick a piece of sushi where the sun don't shine.

Mulder: Ah, you got to love this place. Every day it's like Hallowe'en.

Mulder: Whatever tape you found in the VCR, it isn't mine.
Scully: Good, because I put it back in the drawer with all the other tapes that aren't yours.

Mulder: You can get the next mutant.

Mulder: One more anal-probing gyro-pyro levitating ectoplasm alien anti-matter story and I'm going to take out my gun and shoot somebody.

Mulder: Do you believe in the afterlife, Scully?
Scully: I'd settle for a life in this one.

Mulder: I changed it to "Trust Everyone." I didn't tell you?

Mulder: It looks like I'm going to have to tell Skinner his suspect is a giant bloodsucking worm after all.

[Looking at a destroyed doorbell button]
Mulder: Frustrated Jehovah's Witness?

Mulder: They're shutting us down. It's over, Scully.
Scully: What are you going to do?
Mulder: I'm... not going to give up. I can't give up. Not as long as the truth is out there.

Mulder: Hey Scully, is this display of boyish agility turning you on at all?

Mulder: Hey, Scully.
Scully: Yes?
Mulder: I love you.
Scully: Oh, brother.

Mulder: Don't you want to keep it?
Margaret Scully: When you find her, give it to her.

Mulder: They're out to put an end to the X-Files, Scully. I don't know why but any excuse will do. I don't really care about my record but you'd be in trouble just sitting in this car. And I'd hate to see you carry an official reprimand in your career file because of me.

Mulder: If there's an iced tea in that bag, it could be love.
Scully: Must be fate, Mulder. Rootbeer. You're delirious. Go home and get some sleep.