Sanguinarium - Paper Hearts

SANGUINARIUM	Scully: Well, he started taking the drug 5 years ago and he went through... ooh, he took a lot of it. 19 100-tablet refills. Mulder: (Oogling passing nurse) Wow. Scully: (Thinking he's commenting at pill numbers) Yeah. Mulder: What do you suppose these are? (Floor markings) Scully: What? Mulder: These 5 marks on your brand new state-of-the-art floor. (Mulder traces pentagram with blood and a tongue depressor) Scully: Mulder, if you want to connect the dots here, you should look at the facts. Mulder: I'm not a doctor, Scully, but you got to be pushing pretty hard to mistake a beer belly for a bald head. Not to mention door number 3. Mulder: (Noticing vid screens in hall) It's amazing that no-one saw him in time to stop him. Scully: Maybe they were ALL possessed. Mulder: Are you aware that Dr. Lloyd is claiming that he was possessed during the operation? Nurse: (Laughs) yeah, I guess it's cheaper than malpractice insurance. Scully: There's magic going on here. Only it's being done with silicone, collagen and a well-placed scalpel. Scully: Well if it's that simple, why don't you put out an APB for someone riding a broom and wearing a tall black hat? Mulder: (Noticing broom at door) Probable cause. Scully: On the suspicion of being a witch? Scully: What could she have been doing in here? Mulder: Probably not tax returns. Mulder: Looks like she took a pretty good shot at you. Franklin: Yes. Apparently. Mulder: Nothing that a little plastic surgery won't fix up, huh? Mulder: ...Then she would have died long before she yakked them up on the driveway Scully: So this man committed these murders in order to make himself beautiful. Mulder: Everybody wants to be beautiful, Scully
MUSINGS OF A CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN	Byers: Frohike's close. Frohike: Don't use my name! What the hell's wrong with you? Now I'll have to kill you. Byers: Langly and I performed... Frohike: He's everywhere! Everywhere. He'll kill me. Mulder: Noone would kill you, Frohike. You're just a little puppy-dog. Frohike: I don't utter another syllable until a CSM-25 countermeasure filter is activated. (Signal goes fuzzy, TSM taps counter measures filter, gets clear again) Byers: No electronic surveillance known can cut through the CSM-25. (CSM smiles) TSM: I'd rather read the worst novel ever written that sit through the best movie ever read. Bill Mulder: My one year old just said his first word. TSM: What was the word? Bill: JFK. TSM: (Smiling) Catch you later, Mulder. General: Cigarette? TSM: No thank you sir, I never touch them. TSM: Is there a cover story? MIBS 2: Tell them it was done by men from outer space. MIBS 1: We found and are setting up a patsy. TSM: Shouldn't smoke those, Lee. I'm reading studies that say they can kill you. Lee: Well, Mr. Hunt, sir, I heard about those reports. (Coughs) And they are no doubt correct (throws down butt). TSM: You have enough plausible deniability to last the rest of your nine lives. TSM: What I don't want to see is the Bills winning the Super Bowl. As long as I live that doesn't happen. MIBS 3: Could be tough, sir. Buffalo wants it bad. TSM: So did the Soviets in '80. MIBS 3: What, you saying you rigged the Olympic hockey game? TSM: What's the matter? Don't you believe in miracles? TSM: ...I've never killed anybody. Deep Throat: Maybe I'm NOT the liar. TSM: Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a ... a peanut butter cup or a... english toffee. But they're gone too fast and taste... fleeting. So you end up with nothing but... broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth- shattering nuts. If you're desperate enough to eat those then... all you got left is a... is an empty box, filled with useless brown paper wrappers.
PAPER HEARTS	Scully: Don't you think the car might have been searched at least once already? Mulder: Not by me. Kid: Here it is. I've been, you know, detailing it. Dropped the bed shell, did the decals, stuff like that. Scully: Thank you. Kid: Honest to god serial killer owned my car? For real? Mulder: (Later, ripping up the seat) Helping him detail... Mulder: 16 victims, John. How come you said there were only 13? Roche: I dunno. Yeah, 13 sounds more magical, you know. Roche: How 'bout this. Sink one from there and I'll tell you.(Mulder shoots, nothing but net. Rock-n-Jock all over again) Roche: (Slightly surprised) Trust a child molester? Roche: (Regarding Mulder) This man... this man hit me. Guard: (Not sympathetic) ...I didn't see it. Scully: (Coming in) I did...