(Answering the phone)
TDM:  Yes.
RatBoy: Well, look who's answering the bat-phone!
TDM: Alex Krycek.
RatBoy: Those guys too cheap to offer you a pension plan?
TDM: Where are you?
RatBoy: I'm in town, actually.  New York City.

Scully: Shouldn't that be my picture next to that headline?
(Headline reads: All this conjecture about little green men- false, dangerous, delusional.)
Scully: Or is that you just having a little fun?
Mulder: Do I look like I'm having fun, Scully?
Scully: You look consipated, actually.
Mulder: That would make sense.  I've had my head up my rear end for the last five years.

Mulder: One more anal-probing, gyro-pyro levitating ecoplasm alien anti-matter story and I'm gonna take out my gun and shoot somebody.
Scully: Well... I guess I'm done here.  You seem to have invalidated your own work.  Have a nice life!

Mulder: You know?  You... you... you... you try to reveal what's hidden, you try to incite people with the facts, but they'd rather believe some insane nonsense, refusing to believe what our government is capable of.
Scully: You've come a long way, Mulder.
Mulder: Yeah, and still nobody believes me.

Mulder: The woman is a nut, Scully!
Scully: It says here that she has an implant, at the base of her neck.
Mulder: ...Where the government no doubt removed her brain?  Isn't that what her son's doctors say, Scully?

Scully: Well, you gonna give me your theory then?
Mulder: No... I'm going to give you an explanation.

RatBoy: Remind me to complain to the captain about the service.
TDM: You may have that opportunity.  This ship is bound back to Vladivostok tomorrow.  I gather it'll be quite an enthusiastic homecoming.

Mulder: That truth I've been searching for?  That truth is in you.

Scully: I don't think this is working... (BANG!  Flashback!) Oh my god!! Oh my GOD!!!

Skinner: Over the past 5 years I've doubted you, only to be persuaded by the power of your belief in extraterrestrial phenomena.  And I'm doubting you now not because of that belief but... because extraterrestrial belief is frankly the more plausible explanation.
Mulder: Then I suggest you put that into your report. (Gets up and storms out)

Spender: I heard about this office.  It really is in the basement.

RatBoy: You must be losing it, Mulder.  I can beat you with one hand.
Mulder: Is that how you like to beat yourself?   If those were my last words, I can do better.

Scully: What are you doing sitting here in the dark?
Mulder: Thinkin'.
Scully: Thinkin' about what?
Mulder: Oh, the usual.  Destiny.  Fate.  How to throw a curve ball...

Mulder: My name... my father's name...
Dales: Go ask your father...
Mulder: My father and I don't exactly speak.

Cohn: You're not supposed to understand.  You're supposed to follow orders.

Cop 1: One of his nurses called in.  She said the doc didn't show up for surgery this morning.
Agent Michel: Well, something tells me he ain't gonna make it.

Dales: X-Files?
Dorothy: Yes.  Unsolved cases.  I file them under 'X'.
Dales: Why don't you file them under 'U'... for Unsolved?
Dorothy: That's what I did until I ran out of room.  Plenty of room in the 'X's.
Dales: Who decides when a case gets an 'X'?
Dorothy: The director's office.  It's... uh... it's kind of a dead end.  No-one's supposed to see them but... makes for interesting reading.

Mulder: I'm going to assume the killer knew what he was doing, and that 'C' wasn't one of his initials?
Pennock: Your assumptions are correct. Only the killer isn't a he.

Mulder: So what, you think that uh... she caught Little Monster trying to snatch the 'pebble' from her hand?

Marty: Oh. It's you.
Pennock: See what I mean?
(Meaning she's psychic )
Marty: It's not magic. It's your crappy cologne.

Scully: What were you doing there, Marty?
Marty: Putting mints... on the pillows.

Scully: Well maybe she was, Mulder, but don't make me state the obvious- she didn't see anything.
Mulder: Not with her eyes...
Scully: Well how else did she see? Bat-vision?

Mulder: Even if the gloves fit, you can still acquit.

Doc: Are you aware of any sensation at all?
Marty: (Gasping ) It's a miracle!

Pennock: You know the thing I find most surprising about this case is you. You are one skeptical guy, Agent Mulder.
Mulder: Skeptical?
Pennock: Oh yeah!
Mulder: I've been called a lot of things. Skeptical, however, is not one.
Pennock: Yeah, whatever.
(Mulder dials phone, is a bit miffed at being labelled... )
Mulder: Skeptical...

Mulder: Well, a confession is worthless if it's a lie, and your's was a lie...

(Scully arrives at the bar where Mulder's waiting to arrest the killer )
Mulder: Just in time for the surprise party.

Marty: Not much to look at, is it? At least that's what they tell me. You were at the sentencing, Agent Mulder.
Mulder: Is it my cologne?
Marty: No... I just knew you'd be there.

Doctor: Are you a religious person?
Scully: Why do you ask?
Doctor: I haven't been to church since I was a kid.  But I went last Sunday...

Mulder: Scully? Aren't you the secret squirrel?
Scully: What do you mean?
Mulder: Just got a look at that body they wheeled outta here.  You've been holding out on me.

Mulder: Look, Scully... I know you don't... really want my help on this, but can I offer my... professional opinion?  You got a bona-fide super-crazy religious wacko on your hands...

Mulder: Scully, look at this.  Agnostic gospels, amina, Book of J, Apocrypha... surprised there's nothing here from Jesus Christ Superstar.

Mulder: I know people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones blah blah blah, but that guy is paranoid!

Scully: And uh, I know you're gonna think that I'm crazy but... but I swear I found evidence of something wing-like.
Mulder: Well then maybe she flew here, Scully...

Mulder: You know, they say when you talk to God it's prayer, but when God talks to you it's... schizophrenia.  What is your God telling you now, Father?