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].

MULDER: What?

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.