Well-Manicured Man: Survival is the ultimate ideology.
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Scully: Mulder I can't tell you what killed this man. I'm not sure if anybody else can, either.
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Skinner: Agent Mulder, you and I both know that if it looks bad, it's bad for the FBI. Blame has to be assigned somewhere.
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[last lines]
Strughold: Oh, you look hot and miserable. Why have you traveled all this way?
Cigarette Smoking Man: We have business to discuss.
Strughold: You have regular channels.
Cigarette Smoking Man: This involves Mulder.
Strughold: Ah, that name. Again and again.
Cigarette Smoking Man: He's seen more than he should.
Strughold: What has he seen? Of the whole, he has seen but pieces.
Cigarette Smoking Man: He's determined now, reinvested.
Strughold: He's but one man. One man alone cannot fight the future.
Cigarette Smoking Man: Yesterday, I received this.
[hands him a telegram]
Strughold: [reads it, then drops it]
[we see that it reads: "X-Files reopened. Stop. Please advise. Stop]
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Fire Captain Miles Cooles: [to Bronschwieg] What about my men!What about my men!
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Scully: Any thoughts as to why anybody would be growing corn in the middle of the desert?
Mulder: Those could be giant Jiffy-Pop poppers.
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Dr. Kurtzweil: And why do you think you're here talking to me today? These people don't make mistakes!
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Well-Manicured Man: Your aliens, Agent Mulder, your little green men arrived here millions of years ago.
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Mulder: Maybe we should call in a bomb threat to Houston. I think it's free beer night at the Astrodome.
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Scully: Here I am in the middle of nowhere, Texas, chasing phantom tanker trucks.
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Well-Manicured Man: Trust no one, Mr. Mulder.
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Scully: I saw your face Mulder. There was a definite moment of panic.
Mulder: You've never seen me panic. When I panic, I make this face.
[remains impassive]
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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.
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Mulder: You know, one is the loneliest number.
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Mulder: [Mulder and Scully are attempting to follow a truck] I think they went left.
Scully: I don't know why, I think they went right.
Mulder: [Mulder impulsively guns it and takes off straight ahead] Five years together, Scully. How many times have I been wrong? Never!
Mulder: [He looks at her and amends: ] Not driving, anyway.
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Mulder: How many times have we been here before? So close to the truth.
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Mulder: If I quit now, they win.
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Mulder: Is this Dr. Kurzweil's residence?
Detective: You got some business with him?
Mulder: I'm looking for him.
Detective: Looking for him for what?
[Mulder shows his ID]
Detective: Hey, the Feds are looking for him, too. Real nice business he's got, huh?
Mulder: What's that?
Detective: Selling naked pictures of little kids over his computer. You looking for him for some other reason?
Mulder: Yeah, I had an appointment for a pelvic examination.
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Scully: Are you drunk, Mulder?
Mulder: I was until about 20 minutes ago.
Scully: Was that before or after you decided to come here?
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Mulder: Whadda want? Coke, Pepsi, saline IV?
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[Scully is slow to realize a countdown timer signifies a bomb]
Mulder: Thirteen fifty-four. Thirteen fifty-two. Thirteen fifty. You see a pattern emerging here Scully?
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Mulder: After all you've seen you can just walk away?
Scully: I have. I did. It's done.
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[Scully rings Mulder while he stares at the bomb]
Mulder: Remember that face I showed you, Scully? I'm makin' it again!
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Scully: Had ya big time...
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[to a bartender, while drinking]
Mulder: 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.
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Mulder: I owe you everything, and Scully, you owe me nothing.
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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]
Mulder: What are we doing up here, Scully? It's hotter than hell.
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[On the phone]
Bronschweig: It's Bronschweig. Sir, the impossible scenario we never planned for? Well, we better come up with a plan.
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Bronschweig: So much for little green men.
Strughold: He is but one man. One man alone cannot fight the future.
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[after shooting the driver in the head]
Well-Manicured Man: Get out of the car.
Mulder: [expecting to be next] Why? The upholstery is already ruined.
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Scully: I need this building evacuated and cleared out in ten minutes. I need you to get on the phone and tell the fire department to block off the city center in a one mile radius around the building. DON'T THINK! JUST PICK UP THE PHONE AND MAKE IT HAPPEN!
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Mulder: You told me you had answers!
Dr. Kurtzweil: Yes, but I don't have them all.
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Cigarette Smoking Man: Everybody down below. We may have a security breach. If you're not armed, arm yourselves.
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