SCULLY: The implant.

X: It holds more than I could ever tell you. Maybe everything you need to know.

MULDER: If he finds you before I find him, I want you to make him lie on the ground till I get back, okay? You understand? Have you ever used a gun before?

CONDUCTOR: No.

MULDER: I just want you to point it at him. Don't pull the trigger. That will kind of give away the game.

CONDUCTOR: What if he runs?

MULDER: Just make sure he runs my way.

PENDRELL: ... look at the graph. Those are what we call reverbatory loops. They indicate the presence of circular neuronal activity in the brain.

SCULLY: Memory formation.

PENDRELL: Yeah, the chip seems to be mimicking that process, replicating the memory process in the brain.

SCULLY: Like a computer hard drive.

PENDRELL: Yeah, but no hard drive we've ever seen. This kind of neural network could be not only collecting information, but artificially replicating a person's mental processes.

SCULLY: You could know a person's every thought.

PENDRELL: Frightening.

1ST ELDER: This was one of the most frightening places on the earth. A place where society sent its monsters to live in shame and isolation. Now, their disease is all but conquered. Science has eliminated thousands of years of misery.

1ST ELDER: The ruler of the world is no longer the country with the bravest soldiers, but the greatest scientists.

MULDER: You know what I think? I think you're a liar. I don't think you work for the N.S.A. and I don't think there's a bomb on this train.

RED-HAIRED MAN: You're choosing a hell of a way to find out!

SCULLY: Two weeks ago, the president made a public apology for secret radiation tests that had been conducted on innocent citizens up until 1974. Only, guess what?

MULDER: Those tests never ended.

RED-HAIRED MAN: They'll never be able to find us in time.

MULDER: If what's on this train is important as I think it is, they will.

RED-HAIRED MAN: You're going to die, you know that?

MULDER: What do you care? You were trying to kill me anyway.

MULDER: We're both going to die in here. The difference is, I'm going to die quickly. As an employee of the National Security Agency, you should know that a gunshot wound to the stomach is probably the most painful and the slowest way to die... but I'm not a very good shot and when I miss, I tend to miss low.

RED-HAIRED MAN: Ask yourself, my friend. What could be more valuable than star wars? More valuable then the atomic bomb or the most advanced biological weapons?

MULDER: A standing army immune to the effects of those weapons.

SCULLY: I think I may have a code for you. I'm watching Zama punch it into a keypad in one of the train cars.

MULDER: What are you watching?

SCULLY: Your alien autopsy video.

MULDER: You mean I might get my twenty-nine ninety-five's worth after all?

SCULLY: Don't you see, Mulder? You're doing their work for them. You're chasing aliens that aren't there, helping them to create a story to cover the shameful truth... and what they can't cover, they apologize for. Apology has become policy.

MULDER: I, I don't need an apology for the lies. I, I don't care about the fictions they create to cover their crimes. I want them accountable for what did happen. I want an apology for the truth.