Mulder: Scully, we send those men up into space to unlock the doors of the universe and we don’t even know what’s behind them. I think whatever it was, he took it with him. And in the end it was the only way he knew how to stop it.
Mulder: Before anyone passes judgment, may I remind you we are in the arctic.
Mulder: Defense department? Claude Peterson: Let’s just say our paychecks are signed by the same person.
Mulder: Hey Scully, do you believe in an afterlife? Scully: I’d settle for a life in this one.
Mulder: Don’t you have a life, Scully? Scully: Keep it up, Mulder, and I’ll hurt you like that beast woman.
Mulder: How could an eight year old boy who can barely multiply be a threat to national security? And people call me paranoid.
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.