"The Truth Is Out There"
SCULLY: I forgot what it was like to spend a day in court.
MULDER: Well, that's one of the luxuries of hunting down aliens and genetic mutants. You rarely get to press charges.
SCULLY: It's open [car].
SCULLY: It's unlocked.
MULDER: That's weird. I'm sure I locked it.
SCULLY: Must be an X-File.
SCULLY: What's that [casette tape]?
MULDER: I told you I locked the door.
SCULLY: What do you think it is?
MULDER: Ten-to-one, you can't dance to it.
GREEN: Oh, come on, don't tell me you left your sense of humor in Oxford ten years ago.
MULDER: No, actually. It's one of the few things you didn't drive a stake through.
GREEN: You know, some mistakes are quite worth making twice.
BEATTY: There have been some arson fires in Seattle lately and, uh, Pennsylvania that burn so hot that the firemen can't put them out. 7,000 degrees. I mean, hosing that down just makes it worse.
MULDER: How's that?
BEATTY: Uh, the, uh, reaction is so intense that it splits the water into hydrogen and oxygen. Just adds fuel to the fire.
MULDER: But there have been cases of pyrokinetics, people who can control and conduct fire.
BEATTY: Well, I've seen fire bend around corners, seen it bounce like a rubber ball. Fire's got a certain genius, you know? A certain demon poetry. It's like it's got a mind of it's own. But I've never seen one that can defy the laws of physics, not when you figure it out.
MULDER: There's something else I haven't told you about myself, Scully. I hate fire. Hate it. Scared to death of it.
SCULLY: Mulder? Are you sure you don't want me to help you out on this one?
MULDER: Sooner or later, a man's got to face his demons.
MULDER: That's no problem. You can come down to the field office and work with somebody there. I'll give you a minute to think about it, okay?
GREEN: Deftly done, Agent Mulder. Casually disregard her indiscretion. A firm but polite manner until she accedes to cooperate.
MULDER: It's a technique I refined in my relationship with you.