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Scully: Oh my God, Mulder. It smells like… I think it’s bile. Mulder: Is there any way I can get it off my fingers quickly without betraying my cool exterior? […]
Scully: Oh my God, Mulder. It smells like… I think it’s bile. Mulder: Is there any way I can get it off my fingers quickly without betraying my cool exterior? […]
Deep Throat: Mr. Mulder, why are those like yourself who believe in the existence of extraterrestrial life on this earth not dissuaded by all the evidence to the contrary? Mulder: Because all the evidence to the contrary is not entirely dissuasive. […]
Scully: Actually I’m looking forward to working with you. I’ve heard a lot about you. Mulder: Oh really? I was under the impression that you were sent to spy on me. […]