MULDER: Smell that. It's perfume. Eau de ball. God, this brings back a lot of memories. My sister... all day pick-up games out on the vineyard, ride your bikes down to the beach, eat bologna sandwiches. Only place you had to be on time was home for dinner. Never had to lock your doors. No modems, no faxes, no cell phones.
SCULLY: Mulder, if you had to do without a cell phone for two minutes, you'd lapse into catatonic schizophrenia.
SCULLY: But he also implied that they practice inbreeding. Now we all have a natural instinct to propagate...
MULDER: Do we?
SCULLY: There are theories which pose that our bodies are, are simply vehicles for genes needing to replicate.
MULDER: Yeah, yeah, but there's no sister. The mother's been dead for ten years.
SCULLY: But if the instinct and the need is strong enough, they will answer it any way that they can.
SCULLY: Pastor's dead. The brothers moved in like a pack of animals.
MULDER: The eldest will move in to ensure the prey has been killed, and circling the prey signals to the others that it's safe to approach. What we're witnessing, Scully, is undiluted animal behavior. Mankind, absent its own creation of civilization, technology and information, regressed to an almost prehistoric state, obeying... only the often savage laws of nature.
MRS. PEACOCK: I can tell you don't have no children. Maybe one day you'll learn... the pride... the love... when you know your boy will do anything for his mother.