Quotes from the x files

I was under the impression that you were sent to spy on me. Mulder : Scully, I was like you once. I didn't know who to trust. Then I I chose another path The end of my world was unrecognizable and upside down.

There was one thing that remained the same. You were my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant. My touchstone. Scully : And you are mine. Scully : You have seen this before, I can tell. You lied to them. Mulder : I would never lie. I willfully participated in a campaign of misinformation. Mulder : The lights aren't on. Deep Throat : Trust no one. Mulder : I have a theory. Do you want to hear it?

Scully : Van Blundht somehow physically transformed into his captor and walked out the door, leaving no one the wiser? Mulder : Scully, should we be picking out china patterns or what?

Scully : Mulder, toads just fell from the sky! Mulder : I guess their parachutes didn't open. Mulder : You have to be willing to see. Scully : I wish it were that simple. Mulder : Scully, you have to believe me. Nobody else on this whole damn planet does or ever will. You're my one in five billion. Mulder : I've often felt that dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.

Scully : Sure, fine, whatever. Deep Throat : And a lie, Mr. Mulder, is most convincingly hidden between two truths. Cigarette Smoking Man : What is this? Skinner : This is where you pucker up and kiss my ass. Mulder: I had dismissed the possibility of the actual existence of such a creature as myth. John Doggett: So is there anything really heavy that I can move for you, a dresser, a fridge. John Doggett: Polish sausage!

It's the best in the city. There's a little stand a couple of blocks over on M Street. You'll be able to walk to it. John Doggett: Plates? For crying out loud Scully: Don't you see Mulder, you're doing their work for them.

You're chasing aliens that aren't there, helping them to create the story that covers the shameful truth. And what they can't cover they apologize for. Apology has become policy. 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. Elder 1: This was one of the most frightening places on the earth.

A place where society sent its monsters to live in shame and isolation. Now, their disease is all but conquered. Science has eliminated thousands of years of misery. Scully: I've seen your methods of "elimination. What about the people who were in this room? Elder 1: The same thing all these victims have been exposed to Scully: You mean Ishimaru. You hid him here after the war. He stayed here, and he continued his experiments. Elder 1: The ruler of the world is no longer the country with the bravest soldiers, but the greatest scientists.

Unfortunately, Ishimaru began to conduct his work in secret, not sharing with those who had risked much in giving him his asylum. Arthur Dales: Ahuh. I got on the horn to the local constabulary but they're about as helpful as a fart in a windstorm. Scully: What he means is I don't hear a story about a sea monster and automatically assume it's the Lord's gospel truth. Mulder: She knows your reputation, your early work on the X-Files and she has a knack for getting to the bottom of things.

Angela Villareal: [rushing to the bathroom, pushing Mulder and Scully aside] Super tanker, coming through!

Angela Villareal: [slowly, irritated, enunciating her predicament very carefully] My bladder is pressing against your unborn child, Walter.

He's going to have a head like a tortilla. Arthur Dales: Don't sneer at the mysteries of the deep, young lady. The bottom of the ocean is as deep and dark as the imagination. Fox Mulder: And why would God allow this to happen? Why do bad things happen to good people? Religion has masqueraded as the paranormal since the dawn of time to justify some of the most horrible acts in history.

Dana Scully: I was raised to believe that God has His reasons however mysterious. Fox Mulder: He may well have His reasons, but He seems to use a lot of psychotics to carry out His job orders. Mercy or forgiveness? You know What is your God telling you, Father? But science only teaches us how Confessor: Has it occurred to you that maybe this, too, is part of what you were meant to understand? Scully: Time passes in moments 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? Mulder: I don't think you can know. I mean, how many different lives would we be leading if we made different choices. And all the One wrong turn, and That's probably more than we should be getting into at this late hour. Scully: Mulder, look, we're always running.

We're always chasing the next big thing. Why don't you ever just stay still? Mulder: I'm unemployed. I've got a lot of time on my hands. Oprah, I watch a lot of Oprah. Scully: I don't know, I Maybe it's hormones or I just, I'm just feeling so strange about all of this.

Scully: No. Leaving work, I guess. I mean I I walked out of that office today feeling like a deserter. Mulder: You've paid your dues there, Scully, more than paid them. You're concerned about Agent Doggett. Scully: You know, the entire time that I was down there, I had someone to watch my back. Mulder: I'm betting that Agent Doggett can take care of himself, he's a big boy.

You've got to worry about the little boy Or Girl? Scully: Um, well first of all it was never actually proven that it was a spaceship. Mulder: I can't believe you're saying it's not a spaceship, when you saw it. Scully: Ah, I mean, it could have been a spaceship.

Mulder, but you don't Scully: But, we don't know that it was, but you don't have a picture of it or anything. Scully: Mulder No no no no no sorry. Then you were frozen and I remember I hugged you until you were not frozen anymore Dana Scully: So, what's he going to do? Come in here, skitter across the linoleum, and pee in the corners? Albert Hosteen: In the desert, things find a way to survive.

Secrets are like this too. They push their way up through the sands of deception so men can know them. Fox Mulder: You have my files, and you have my gun. Don't ask me for my trust. Well Manicured Man: Mr. Certainly you've no doubt of that! Frohike: [examining a used envelope] I got something here. Somebody wrote on top of the package and left an impression.

Ringo Langly: Your sci-crime guys at the Bureau have a laser that can measure any change in a surface down to a few nano-meters. Byers: Actually, they can lift a perfect impression using magnetic toner and a sheet of Mylar. Mulder: Now don't drop that. That's a finely calibrated piece of investigative equipment. I gotta make a phone call.

Mulder: Wow. Admit it, you just want to play house. Get back in here and make me a sandwich! Mulder: It was wonderful. We just spooned up and fell asleep like little baby cats.

Isn't that right, honey bunch? Win Shroeder: Flying saucers? Wouldn't have thought you folks would've been into that. Mulder: Well it's not me so much as Laura. She's into those magnetic bracelets and crystals and mood rings, what have you. I mean, God bless her, she's a sucker for all that stuff. Big Mike Raskin: It's come for you, Laura. You can't make a noise. Dana Scully: [Heavy footsteps] Why? What are you talking about? Who's downstairs? Big Mike Raskin: The Ubermenscher. It's our fault.

The original homeowners - we asked for it and now we can't stop it. You know, tit-for-tat. Just like Shroeder did for me. Mulder: Let's start with the Klines. You're responsible for them being in little pieces in my front yard.

You gave them that lawn ornament. The guy with the axe. Mulder: Yeah, whirligig. It's tacky enough to break your rules and your CCRs - tacky enough to mark the Klines for death. Gene Gogolak: Won't that sound good in a court of law? When the judge asks you who killed the Klines, what exactly are you going to tell him? Mulder: [Looking around Gogolak's house he finds] A tulpa. It's a Tibetan thought-form. It's a living, breathing creature willed into existence by someone who possesses that ability - an ability I think you picked up on your whirligig-buying excursions to the Far East.

Why'd you do it? I mean, is it so damn important for everybody to have the same color mailbox? Mulder: But you didn't know exactly what you were getting into, did you? I mean, you can summon its existence, but You can give it life, but you can't control it.

The best you can hope for is to stay out of its way. Gene Gogolak: Son, my lawyers are going to make you sound so stupid that not only will I never see the inside of a jail cell, but you'll be signing all your paychecks straight to me.

The Cigarette Smoking Man: You have no rights, only orders to be carried out. If you have a problem with that, we'll make other arrangements. Fox Mulder: Well, I've often felt that dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask. Scully: Mulder, I don't think BJ was in the woods that night because of engine failure. Scully: Well, the Motel Black would have been a perfect meeting place.

Away from town, away from his wife. John Doggett: Hell of a thing to wake up to, huh? We stopped after work. She had a beer. Scully: Well, the man who hit her had fifteen. Don't do this to yourself, John. 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 I'm sorry. Audrey Pauley: I'm a patient aide. I deliver the flowers mostly. Are you her husband? You love her, though. She's not gone. Not her soul. John Doggett: I wish I could talk to her. I wish I could tell her Guess I wish a lot of things. Audrey Pauley: Your name is John, right? She has a message for you. She says you're a dog person.

You've come to the right place! Fox Mulder: I saw things though, Scully. Powerful things. I saw deep and unconditional love. Dana Scully: I saw things too.

I witnessed unqualified hate that appears to have no end. Mulder: [Investigating a body] Have you noticed that this man's shoes are untied? Sheriff Hartwell: Yeah. And second of all I don't even have a second of all, Mulder! I'm in this as deep as you are, and I'm not even the one that overreacted! I didn't do the 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. Mulder: No, no, I didn't say that! I just want to hear it the way you saw it. Mulder: Prison, Scully!

Your cellmate's nickname is going to be Large Marge. She gonna read a lot of Gertrude Stein. 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. Scully: 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. Mulder: Fangs are very rarely mentioned in the folklore. Real Vampires aren't actually thought to have them.

It's more an invention of Bram Stoker's. I think maybe you were right before when you said that this is just a guy who's watched too many Dracula movies. He just happens to be a real vampire. Scully: [waiting to speak to Skinner about Mulder's "staking" a suspect] Mulder, please just keep reminding him you were drugged. Walter Skinner: Ronnie Strickland's body's disppeared from the morgue, apparently in conjunction with this, the coroner's been attacked. His throat was bitten.

Walter Skinner: [uncomfortably] No, his It was sort of Mulder: It was five hours of Boggs channeling. You know, the guy's been dead for 20 years but he still hasn't lost his edge. Dana Scully: [voice over] It began with an act of supreme violence, a big bang, expanding ever outward, cosmos born of matter and gas, matter and gas, ten billion years ago. Whose idea was this? Who had the audacity for such invention? And the reason? Were we part of that plan, ten billion years ago?

Are we born only to die? To be fruitful and muliply and replenish the Earth before giving way to our generations? If there is a beginning, must there be an end? We burn like fires in our time, only to be extinguished, to surrender to the elements' eternal reclaim Will this all end one day, life no longer passing to life?

The Earth left barren like the stars above, like the cosmos? Will the hand that lit the flame let it burn down, let it burn out? Could we too become extinct? Or if this fire of life living inside us is meant to go on, who decides? Who tends the flames? Dana Scully: Well, Mulder, if it were real then why would an American Indian artifact be fused in rock on the west coast of the African continent? Fox Mulder: In , a rock from Mars was found in Antarctica.

How did it get there? Dana Scully: [voiceover] From Space, it seems an abstraction - a magician's trick on a darkened stage. And from this distance one might never imagine that it is alive. It first appeared in the sea almost four billion years ago in the form of single-celled life. In an explosion of life spanning millions of years, nature's first multicellular organisms began to multiply Slowly, plants began to evolve, then insects, only to be wiped out in the second great mass extinction upon the Earth.

The cycle repeated again and again. Reptiles emerging, independent of the sea only to be killed off. Then dinosaurs, struggling to life along with the first birds, fish, and flowering plants - their decimations Earth's fourth and fifth great extinctions.

Only , years ago, Homo Sapiens appear - man. From cave paintings to the bible to Columbus and Apollo 11, we have been a tireless force upon the earth and off cataloging the natural world as it unfolds to us. Rising to a world population of over five billion people all descended from that original single cell, that first spark of life.

But for all our knowledge, what no one can say for certain, is what or who ignited that original spark. Is there a plan, a purpose or a reason to our existence? Will we pass, as those before us, into oblivion, into the sixth extinction that scientists warn is already in progress? Mulder: [in response to some suggestive remarks about Scully] Frohlike, it's men like you that give perversion a bad name. 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. May we come in? Sheriff Spencer: In the last six months, seven people have killed twenty-two. Per capita, that's higher than the combined homicide rate of Detroit, D. This town is not any of those places. Mulder: Oh, I'm sorry boys. It arrived the same day as my subscription to Celebrity Skin. 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.

Thomas Gastall: Dr. Voss would be in violation of his confidentiality clause in answering questions regarding the nature of his work here at Morley. I'm sure you understand our cooperation cannot extend itself to revealing corporate secrets.

Walter Skinner: I'm not sensing any cooperation whatsoever. In fact, I'm one more non-answer away from getting a federal warrant and searching this entire building. Fox Mulder: Dr. Peter Voss: You find a lot of these around here. They're everywhere - there are probably a dozen in the grill of your car right now. Fox Mulder: I'm sorry, I can't. Answering that question would violate FBI confidentiality due to the sensitive nature of our investigation.

Scully: That But as of yet, no mystery woman. Mulder: Well, she'll come, you know? It's just a matter of time. She'll show up - I'm sure of that. Mulder: Hey, Scully, tough it out. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. No, no, no, no. No capers, thank you. Mulder: I said, "What a Scully: Mm-hmm. I'm going to go home, take a shower for, I don't know eight or nine hours, burn the clothes that I'm wearing and then Mulder: What are you saying?

You didn't catch our blonde mystery serial killer? Scully: Oh, no, we caught her, but she isn't a serial killer, nor is she a blonde, and she isn't even a she. Scully: What I'm talking about is the six missing prostitutes aren't dead, Mulder. They are alive and well in a halfway house that was set up by this mystery blonde who happens to go by the name of Mark Scott Egbert and Mr Egbert wishes to acquaint lost souls with the teachings of Christ and that's his hook, I guess.

He dresses up like a fellow prostitute to make the girls feel at ease, but this vanishing act is no more paranormal than a change of wardrobe, Mulder. He goes into a place like a, like a woman and he comes out as a man, right under Scully: Exactly. A wolf in sheep's clothing or I guess, in this case, a sheep in wolf's clothing. Scully: Mulder when you find me dead, my dessicated corpse propped up staring lifelessly through the telescope at drunken frat boys peeing and vomiting into the gutter, just know that my last thoughts were of you Scully: No I don't think it's witchcraft, Mulder, or sorcery.

I've had a look around and I don't see any evidence of anything that warrants that kind of suspicion. 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 John Kresge: This is Roberta Sim. Age 40, suicide.

She's been dead at least 3 hours. Mulder: He's dead. They're all dead, Harold. Your son, Amber Lynn, and my sister. 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: [voiceover] They said the birds refused to sing and the thermometer fell suddenly as if God Himself had His breath stolen away. No one there dared speak aloud, as much in shame as in sorrow.

They uncovered the bodies one by one. The eyes of the dead were closed as if waiting for permission to open them. Were they still dreaming of ice cream and monkey bars? Of birthday cake and no future but the afternoon? Or had their innocence been taken along with their lives buried in the cold earth so long ago? These fates seemed too cruel, even for God to allow. Or are the tragic young born again when the world's not looking? I want to believe so badly; in a truth beyond our own hidden and obscured from all but the most sensitive eyes Mulder: [voiceover] In the endless procession of souls I want to believe we are unaware of God's eternal recompense and sadness.

That we cannot see His truth. That that which is born still lives and cannot be buried in the cold earth. But only waits to be born again at God's behest Scully: You've wanted that since when you ordered an end to the search for Agent Mulder's sister.

Your initials are on that document. No one is going to find her. Cigarette Smoking Man: Because I believe she's dead. No reason to believe otherwise.

Scully: You're a liar. If you knew that she was dead why didn't you say something earlier? Why now? Cigarette Smoking Man: There was so much to protect before It's all gone now. Scully: So you just let Mulder believe that she was alive for all these years? Allow him his ignorance It's what gives him hope. Mulder: [from sister's diary] I hope someday he reads this, and knows I wish I could see his face for real. Clyde Bruckman: You know, there are worse ways to go, but I can't think of a more undignified way than autoerotic asphyxiation.

Mulder: If coincidences are just coincidences, why do they feel so contrived? I can see that future and it makes me shudder. The future looks like- him' Dr. Blockhead pointed at Mulder. Mulder shrugged. With his heart in the right place. But his head was definitely screwed on wrong. Of course. It made sense. Complete sense. No question about it. Mulder was perfectly sane in telling her all this. And she was perfectly sane in listening to it and nodding and urging him to tell her more.

It was the rest of the world that was- She doubled over as a wave of laughter hit her. Mulder looked at her and started laughing too. They stood there in the cemetery in the darkness and the drizzle, laughing their heads off. And then vanished into thin air? Don't be silly. I'm sure there's a nice scientific explanation. Oh, sorry Scully. You're the one who's supposed to be telling me that, right? Look like the work of Little Green Men?

You said green men. A Reticulan's skin tone is gray. They're known for their extraction of human livers due to a lack of iron in the Reticulian Galaxy. What did you expect? An oven I already have in my apartment. Front or back? Wait for Scully, or do the stupid thing and go in on his own?

He had no realistic alternative.