The X-Files The X-Files Seasons

Season 7


Bill Dow  Floyd Red Crow Westerman  Garry Shandling  Harris Yulin  John Finn  Kevin Weisman  Lance Henriksen  Mimi Rogers  Mitch Pileggi  Paul Lieber  Ricky Jay  Robert LaSardo  Tea Leoni  Tony Amendola  William B. Davis  Willie Garson

Scully: I came in search of something I did not believe existed. I stayed now on in spite of myself. In spite of everything I’ve ever held to be true. I will continue here as long as I can. As long as you are beset by the haunting illness which I saw consume your beautiful mind. What is this discovery I’ve made? How can I reconcile what I see with what I know? I feel this was meant not for me to find, but for you. To make sense of. Make the connections which can’t be ignored. Connections which for me deny all logic and reason. What is this source of power I hold in my hand? This rubbing. This simple impression taken from the surface of the craft. I watched this rubbing take its undeniable hold on you. Saw you succumb to its spiraling effect. Now I must work to uncover what your illness prevents you from finding. At the source of every illness lies its cure.

Skinner: Agent Mulder. I want to help you, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t have much time.

Dr. Barnes: I know what we’ve got. This craft that’s come ashore. Its extraterrestrial origins.
Scully: You don’t even believe in that.
Dr. Barnes: Nor do you. Yet here we are.

Mulder about Agent Fowley: She knows.
Skinner: You can read her mind?
Mulder: Yeah.

Michael Kritschgau: I don’t believe in aliens, Agent Mulder. I think you know that.
Mulder: I do. That’s why I need you.

Scully: I’m only here to help my friend.
Dr. Barnes: You can’t help him. You’re wasting your time reading it.
Scully: It has power.
Dr. Barnes: It is power. The ultimate power. Your friend just got too close.

Mysterious Man: Some truths are not for you.

Skinner: I know what you’re doing.
Kritschgau: I’m trying to help him.
Skinner: No, this isn’t about him. It’s about you. It’s about revenge against the government for trying to destroy your life.
Kritschgau: I was destroyed to protect what Mulder knew all along. Now he’s the proof. He’s the X-File.

Skinner: They said he was dying. I had to do something.
Scully: He’s not dying.
Skinner: I’m afraid it’s true.
Scully: He’s not dying. He is more alive than he’s ever been. He’s more alive than his body can withstand. And what’s causing it may be extraterrestrial in origin.
Skinner: I know. But there’s nothing to be done about it.

Cigarette Smoking Man: “When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes.” Oh, but your mommy will still love you. All a mother wants is to shield her boy from pain and danger. Safe in the world as he was once in the womb.

Mulder: How did you get in here?
Cigarette Smoking Man: How does anything I do surprise you now? Aren’t you expecting me to sprout vampire fangs?
Mulder: You’ve come to kill me.
Cigarette Smoking Man: Be better than living like a zombie, wouldn’t it? I’m giving you a choice.
Mulder: What choice?
Cigarette Smoking Man: Life or death. Your account is squared. With me, with God, with the IRS, with the FBI. Rise out of your bed and come with me.
Mulder: I’m dying, you idiot. If I could get up I’d kick your ass.
Cigarette Smoking Man: Don’t be so dramatic. Only part of you is dying. The part that played the hero. You’ve suffered enough. For the X-Files, for your partner. For the world. You’re not Christ. You’re not Prince Hamlet. You’re not even Ralph Nader. You can walk out of this hospital and the world will forget you. Arise.

Cigarette Smoking Man: Would you like an explanation?
Mulder: I’m not sure.
Cigarette Smoking Man: While you were lying unconscious in the hospital this afternoon my doctors worked on you.
Mulder: Why?
Cigarette Smoking Man: At some point I realized that if the Syndicate didn’t kill you the FBI would. If the FBI didn’t kill you, your own misguided heroism would. There’s really no way out for you. There’s no way for you to cheat death except by disappearing.
Mulder: A man can’t just disappear.
Cigarette Smoking Man: I’ve made entire cultures disappear. Like me now, you’ll become a man without a name. Even while you’ll miss your former identity, you’ll learn to love life’s simple pleasures.

Albert Hosteen: I was hoping to see your partner.
Scully: He’s missing.
Albert Hosteen: You must save him.
Scully: He’s very ill.
Albert Hosteen: You must find him before something happens. Not only for his sake, for the sake of us all.

Cigarette Smoking Man: You can drive away right now. Drive back to Scully and your X-Files. And imminent death. I wouldn’t be surprised if you did. But I’d take a look around. Why leave something behind if you don’t know what you’re leaving.

Deep Throat: They can change your name, but they can’t change the things you love.
Mulder: It can’t be. You’re dead.
Deep Throat: No. No, just really relaxed.
Mulder: Scully saw you get shot. On the bridge, six years ago. I was sure you were dead.
Deep Throat: One well-placed bullet. A punctuation mark in a man’s life and you get to start a whole new chapter.

Deep Throat: I’m here to tell you, that you’re not the hub of the Universe. The cause of life and death. We—you and I—are merely puppets in a master plan. No more, no less. We’ve suffered enough. Now you should enjoy your life.

Fowley: You have to let go, Fox.
Mulder: Just like that I’m supposed to slip into domestic bliss?

Cigarette Smoking Man: They think what he has is killing him. In actuality he’s never been more alive.

Cigarette Smoking Man: Extraordinary men are always tempted by the simplest things. Dreams are all he has now.

Doctor: There was no way you could have predicted this.
Cigarette Smoking Man: The fact remains, he’s our savior. He’s immune to the coming viral apocalypse. He’s the hero here.
Doctor: He may not survive the procedure.
Cigarette Smoking Man: Then he suffers a hero’s fate.

Albert Hosteen: There are more worlds than the one you can hold in your hand.

Mulder: Scully, I was coming down to work to tell you that Albert Hosteen is dead. He died last night in New Mexico. He’d been in a coma for two weeks. There was no way he could have been in your apartment.
Scully: He was there. We prayed together. Mulder I don’t believe that. I don’t believe it. It’s impossible.
Mulder: Is it anymore impossible than what you saw in Africa? Or what you saw in me?
Scully: I don’t know what to believe anymore.

Mulder: Maybe. Maybe I’m thinking this was the crime scene.
Scully: You’re saying Mr. Pankow had his brain very neatly removed from his skull right here in this kitchen?
Mulder: It had to happen somewhere.
Scully: But next to the shake machine, Mulder? I think that we should be checking out employee lockers and not entertaining the idea that ad hoc surgery was performed here.
Mulder: I wouldn’t exactly call it surgery. What if this man’s brain was eaten? It’s not sociologically unheard of. There are certain tribes in New Guinea that consider human brains a delicacy.
Scully: Yeah, but Mulder, we’re in Orange County.
Mulder: Yeah, what’s your point?

I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.

Scully: Mulder, you been spreading rumors?
Mulder: Why? Hear any good ones lately?

Mulder: Well go ahead, Scully. Nay say me. The body of an FBI agent gets disinterred only to climb out on its own and disappear into the Yuletide night.
Scully: See, you had me up until there.

Skinner: Necromancy aside, this magic circle you mentioned. What if it looked something like this?
Mulder: It’s an Ouroboros, possibly. Definitely a mystical symbol. The alchemists favored it. They believed that it represented all of existence.
Skinner: I’m thinking more The Millennium Group. It was their symbol as well.

Skinner: They operated in extreme secrecy. Rumors abounded that they had their own agenda which was less than altruistic if not improper or illegal.
Mulder: And that it was in fact a cult based upon Judeo-Christian endtime prophecies concerning the coming millennium.

Skinner: Owing to the group’s former ties with the Bureau, this matter is sensitive, to say the least. Investigate them. Keep a low profile.
Mulder: I think I know where to start.

Scully: Sir, we’ve been having a really difficult time gleaning any information whatsoever about the group. About its membership, its practices. I believe you can help us.
Frank Black (Lance Henriksen): No thank you. I’m retired.

Scully: Mulder, if you’re going to tell me that he stopped by the side of the road to raise the dead—which I hope you’re not—I ‘ve got two things to say to you. One, is that his previous circles were made of blood, not salt. And, two—
Mulder: And they were large enough to contain a body. This is a protective circle. It’s just big enough for one man to stand inside.

Mulder: “I am he that liveth and was dead; and behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death.”
Deputy: Book of Revelation. Chapter 1, verse 18.
Mulder: Go Fighting Irish.

Scully: Mulder, these people—even when they were alive—mangled biblical prophecy to the extent that it’s unrecognizable. The year 2000 is just their artificial deadline. And besides, 2001 is actually the start of the new millennium.
Mulder: Nobody likes a math geek, Scully.

Mark Johnson: You’ve paid so dearly, Frank. They’ve taken your daughter, murdered your wife. There’s no justice in this world. But there will be in the next.

Weems (Willie Garson):  Guys. I think we’re going up instead of down. Guys? This is not what I meant by cashing out! Hey! Hey! They throw him off the roof.

Scully: Was this basement thoroughly searched?
Mulder: No. Technically, falling 300 feet and surviving isn’t a crime.
Scully: So your theory is?
Mulder: What if this man had some kind of special capabilities? Some kind of genetic predisposition towards rapid healing or tissue regeneration?
Scully: So basically what if we were looking for Wile E. Coyote.

Scully: Maybe he just got lucky.
Mulder: “What if he got really really lucky?” That’s your big scientific explanation, Scully? I mean how many thousands of variables would have to convene in just the right mixture for that theory to hold water?

Mulder: Your building super, Henry Weems, he isn’t around?
Maggie: Mr. Dependable? Might as well wait for Jimmy Hoffa to show up.

Mulder: Come on, Scully, you’re going to dump this case just as it’s getting interesting.
Scully: Interesting, Mulder, was when we were looking for Wile E. Coyote. Come on, Mulder. This guy just got lucky. There’s no X-File here.
Mulder: Maybe his luck is the X-File.

Scully: What the hell happened here, Mulder?
Mulder: Cause… and effect.

Mulder: How’s it feel to be the luckiest man in the Universe, Henry?
Weems: It’s a nightmare. You have no idea.
Mulder: No. I do. ‘Cause when you get lucky—really, really lucky—people around you tend to suffer. Is that right?
Weems: I think it’s a balance thing. Something good happens to me, someone else gets to take it in the keister.

Weems: Bunch of goomba jerks. They’ve got issues, man.

Weems: Am I under arrest?
Scully: No. But you do need protection from Cutrona and his men.
Weems: I’d say they need protection from me.

Mulder: You think this was murder?
Scully: Don’t you? Mulder, his head was cut off.
Mulder: Observe! The nearly complete absence of blood. Observe the paucity of fingerprints as evidenced by the LAPD’s liberal use of lycopodium powder.
Scully: Why are you talking like Tony Randall?

Scully: The hand may be quicker than the eye but it still leaves fingerprints.
Mulder: Provided they haven’t dumped the trash.
Scully: Skeptic.

Scully: As far as I can tell, this body has been dead for over a month. I see signs of refrigeration.
Mulder: And yet he performed yesterday. What a trooper.

Cissy Alvarez (Robert LaSardo): Yeah, I saw in the paper. Something about his head fell off. What’s it to you?
Billy LaBonge: I’m the guy that made his head fall off.

LaBonge: How’d it go?
Maleeni (Ricky Jay): Swimmingly.
LaBonge: Abracadabra, man.

No one shoots at Santa Claus

Scully: I need to have a word with Mulder.
Skinner: It can wait.
Scully: No, it can’t, sir.
Mulder: What is it, Scully?
Scully: Mulder, your mom’s dead.

Kathy Lee Tencate: She’d seen them.
Mulder: Who?
Kathy Lee Tencate: The walk-ins. Old souls looking for new homes. Your sister’s among them.
Mulder: You can see them?
Kathy Lee Tencate: Yes. But sometimes it’s very difficult because they live in the star light.
Mulder: Is my sister dead?
Kathy Lee Tencate: They took her. To protect her soul from the great harm it would have suffered in her life. Just like they did my little boy.

Mulder: 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. In the endless procession of souls. In what can not and will not be destroyed. I want to believe we are unaware of God’s eternal recompense and sadness. That we cannot see its truth. That that which is born still lives and can not be buried in the cold earth. But only waits to be born again at God’s behest. Where in ancient starlight we lay… in repose.

Believe to Understand

Mulder: You don’t know how badly I wanted her to be in one of those graves. As hard as it is to admit, I wanted to find her here riding her bike like all these other kids. I guess I just want it to be over.

Mulder: You know I never stopped to think. The light is billions of years old by the time we see it. The beginning of time, right past us into the future. Nothing is ancient in the universe. Maybe they are souls, Scully. Travelling through time and star light. Looking for homes. I wonder what my mother saw. I wonder what she was trying to tell me.

Scully: Mulder, where’d you go?
Mulder: End of the road.

Mulder: He’s okay. It’s okay.
Harold Pillar: My son? You saw my son?
Mulder: He’s dead. They’re all dead, Harold. Your son, Amber-Lynn, my sister.
Harold Pillar: No!
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 in a better place. They’re all in a better place.

Scully: Agent Mulder, can we have a word for a second?
Mulder: Excuse me. What is it?
Scully: What is it? Mulder, have you noticed that we’re on television?
Mulder: I don’t think it’s live television, Scully. She just said *bleep*.

Mulder (Garry Shandling): I break the Lazarus Bowl, and all your sniper zombies go back to being good little well-behaved corpses.
Cigarette Smoking Pontiff (Tony Amendola): You don’t fool me, Mulder. That bowl is your Holy Grail. Encoded in its ancient ceramic grooves are the words Jesus spake when he raised Lazarus from the dead. Still capable of raising the dead two thousand years later. Proof positive that of the paranormal. You could no sooner destroy that than let the redhead die.

Scully (Tea Leoni): Is that your flashlight, Mulder? Or are you just happy to be alive and on top of me.

Wayne Federman taking notes: She: Jodi Foster’s foster child on a Payless budget. He’s kind of a Jehovah’s Witness meets Harrison Ford’s Witness.

Federman: Yo yo yo, Agent Mulder, I don’t want to eat your lunch. I’m just here for some procedural flavor. Just a taste.
Mulder: I have no idea what you just said.

Skinner: Agent Mulder, Mr. Federman will accompany you today to Christ’s Church where he will act as an observer on this case. You will extend to him every courtesy and protection you would a friend of mine and a friend of the Bureau’s. Agent Scully, I require your services here for the morning.
Mulder: Sir, have I pissed you off in a way that’s more than normal?

Federman: I’m just curious if she’s more than your partner.
Mulder: Enough, Wayne.

Federman: How about the Shroud of Turin?
Cardinal O’Fallon (Harris Yulin): No, I’m afraid not. But we do have the bathrobe of Saint Peter.
Federman: You’re kidding!
Cardinal O’Fallon: Yes, I am.
Federman: That’s a good line.
Cardinal O’Fallon: Thank you.

Mulder: Micah Hoffman, Willie Mays and Frank Serpico. That’s my Holy Trinity, Scully.

Federman: In the 70s didn’t he go real low-profile?
Mulder: Yeah, right after Altamont he was never really heard from again.
Federman: The Stones get blamed for everything. I don’t get it.

Federman: Well. Dharma Bum to Dharma Bomb.
[ … ]
: Wow. From counter-culture to counterfeiter.
Mulder: Alright, one more pun and I pull out my gun.

Federman: I think the real question, agents, is what might O’Fallon being doing with Hoffman’s forgeries. You don’t need a Weatherman to know which way the wind blows…. Don’t shoot.

Federman: I like the way you guys work. No warrants, no permission, no research. You’re like studio executives with guns.

Federman: I didn’t hallucinate. That was mechanical or CGI.
Mulder: Federman, that was real life.
Federman: The difference being?

Mulder: You know, sometimes truth can be stranger than fiction.
Federman: Well fiction is quicker than truth. And cheaper. You want my advice? You’re both crazy.
Mulder: Why do you say that?
Federman: Well, you’re crazy for believing what you believe. And you’re crazy for not believing what he believes. I’ll leave you with that.

Scully: You know, Mulder, I know that Federman’s BS’ing you, so I’m really hesitant to mention this. But his story reminds me of the Lazarus Bowl.
Mulder: The Lazarus Bowl?
Scully: We had this wacky nun in Catholic school—Sister Callahan. We used to call her Sister Spooky because she would tell us scary stories all the time.
Mulder: Twisted sister. My kind of nun, you know.
Scully: Well she would hold up an old piece of wood with a rusty nail in it, and she would say, “This is an actual piece of the cross that Christ’s wrist was nailed to.” Or she’d show us a vial of red liquid and say that it was John the Baptist’s blood or something.
Mulder: She’d be in prison today. You realize that.

Dr. Chuck Burks (Bill Dow): All this yellow is ambient sound that we habitually tune out. It’s the hum of my hardware, Mulder’s porn tapes on pause, the sound from the street. Everything we hear but we don’t know we hear.

Scully: Who are you?
Micah Hoffman: I am Who I am.

Mulder: I think this whole “Richard Gere” thing has gone to his head.

Scully: Maybe true faith really is a form of insanity.
Mulder: Are you directing that at me?
Scully: No! I’m directing it at myself. And at Ed Wood.

Zombie: What is Tea Leoni’s shoulder made out of?
Director: Um, craft services, what is Tea Leoni’s shoulder made out of?
Craft Services: Turkey, just like you asked for.
Director: Turkey. Ms. Leoni’s shoulder is made of tur—
Zombie: Tofurkey! I asked for tofurkey!

Scully: You know, Mulder, speaking of Hollywood, I think that Tea Leoni has a little crush on you.
Mulder: Yeah right. Like Tea Leoni’s ever going to have a crush on me.
Scully: I think that Shandling likes you a bit too.
Mulder: Really?

Scully: I’ve been looking all over for you.
Mulder: They got it so wrong, Scully.
Scully: I got a page from the Washington Bureau. Micah Hoffman was murdered tonight. Murdered in his own home by Cardinal O’Fallon. Who then hanged himself. A murder-suicide.
Mulder: It’s Jesus and Judas, Scully.

Scully: Mulder, I have something to confess.
Mulder: What’s that?
Scully: I’m in love with Associate Producer Walter Skinner. They laugh.
Mulder: Ah, me too.

Mulder: This woman look familiar to you?
Scully: That’s the woman from the trailer.
Mulder: That’s the young woman from the trailer. looking at the photo. How many centuries now has disco been dead?

Anson Stokes (Kevin Weisman): I can’t feel my arm… I can’t feel my blood. I am yellow! … I’m cold.

Jenn: You wanna make your third wish, champ? I’d like to get out of here before the blowflies hatch.

Mulder: You know, I think I’m beginning to see the problem here. You say that most people make the wrong wishes, right?
Jenn: Without fail. It’s like giving a chimpanzee a revolver.