SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: Right. This business with aliens.

MULDER: Well, there's more to it than that.

SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: But, at the end of the day you'd say aliens are your real focus.

MULDER: That's the reason I got started, yeah.

SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: Investigating your sister's abduction and the government conspiracy around it. Both of which have been resolved, correct?

MULDER: Nothing has been resolved exactly.

SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: In this case report here it's concluded your sister is dead as well as the men who took her. This is your handwriting here on the report, Agent Mulder?

MULDER: Yeah.

SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: So, what exactly is left to investigate?

SCULLY: So much of the work that we do cannot be measured in standard terms.

SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: How would you measure it?

SCULLY: We open doors with the X-Files, which lead to other doors.

SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: As you know -- the times we live in -- the world is changing fast.

MULDER: I'm missing your point.

SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: As I said, this is an evaluation, Agent Mulder to understand what you do. So, if you go forward, you can do so more responsibly.

MULDER: That sounds more like a threat.

SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: Cost/benefit analysis. But, if you want the truth I really don't care one way or the other. You mostly record bizarre facts on bizarre cases. In other words, information gathering. Something, it seems to me you can easily do on the Internet.

MULDER: I can't do my job from an office, I promise you.

SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: Nowadays, the most advanced space exploration is done sitting in an office, Agent Mulder. Why? It's just too damn expensive putting men in outer space.

MULDER: I'm not looking in outer space.

SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: Bringing us to the point. If you spend so much time and money looking for aliens, responsibly, you should narrow your search.

MULDER: To where?

SPECIAL AGENT CHESTY SHORT: Wherever they are. It's not unreasonable. It's just a matter of reducing your vision.

MULDER: I think I'm in big trouble.

SCULLY: Oh, Mulder, how many times have they tried to shut us down?

MULDER: Yeah, but I never actually assaulted an auditor before.

SCULLY: Did you hurt him?

MULDER: I reduced his vision a little bit.

MULDER: More alien abductions, Scully.

SCULLY: I don't know how we could possibly justify the expense.

MULDER: We'd probably turn up nothing.

SCULLY: Let's go waste some money.

CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: There's no God, Marita. What we call God is only alien -- an intelligence much greater than us.

SKINNER: You could bring home a flying saucer and have an alien shake hands with the President … what it comes down to Agent Mulder is … they don't like you.

KRYCEK: The Alien Bounty Hunter. Billy Miles. Teresa Hoese, her husband. He's eliminating proof of all the tests. We're asking ourselves, we're asking ourselves, "Where are they?" They're right there. They're right under our noses. I'm giving you the chance to change that, to hold the proof.

MULDER: Why me and why now?

KRYCEK: I want to damn the soul of that Cigarette Smoking Son-of-a-Bitch.

CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: We've failed, then. Perhaps you never meant to succeed. Anyway... the hour is at hand, I presume.

NURSE GRETA: What are you doing?

KRYCEK: Sending the Devil back to Hell.

CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: As you do to Mulder and to me... you do to all of mankind, Alex.

SCULLY: Sir, um... there's something else I need to tell you. Something that I need for you to keep to yourself. I'm having a hard time explaining it. Or believing it. But, um... I'm pregnant.