SCULLY: Inducing someone to buy hair color is a little different than inducing them to drive in front of a speeding truck.

MULDER: But the mechanism of suggestion is the same.

MULDER: Modell psyched the guy out. He put the whammy on him.

SCULLY: Please explain to me the scientific nature of the "whammy."

MULDER: I don't know, maybe, maybe it's some mental aspect of some eastern martial art. You know, the temporary suppression of the brain's chemistry, produced by a specific timbre or cadence in Modell's voice. His voice seems to be the key.

MULDER: Hey, Scully, check this out. Mango Kiwi Tropical Swirl [drink]. Now we know we're dealing with a madman.

PUSHER: I mean, no offense, Frank, but you're built like a fireplug. Yeah, it's just that it can't be healthy. And you look like maybe you're a smoker, you probably take a little drink now and then, eat greasy fried food... sausage, bacon, eggs-over-easy. Onion rings that soak those dark stains through the cardboard. And I'm guessing you shake on that salt like a maraca. Frank, you know what that's doing to your arteries. Terrible things, Frank. Terrible. Waxy yellow chunks of plaque are tumbling through your bloodstream... Sticking like glue to your arterial walls... Squeezing shut your aorta... can you feel it, Frank? Can you feel your aorta closing shut? All those miles of aorta. The pressure... Ever hear of pachyemia, Frank? Ever hear of a medical condition called pachyemia? It's when the blood thickens up in your veins like strawberry jam. Your heart flatlines... and you die, Frank.

MULDER: What is it, Modell, really, what you want?

PUSHER: A worthy adversary. It's obviously not that fat lout lying at your feet.

PUSHER: And I'm hoping it's you.

MULDER: Why me?

PUSHER: I've read all about you. You're a top criminal profiler. Oxford University grad, all-around bright, young man. You know what makes guys like me tick, right?

SWAT LIEUTENANT: Two-lux video camera. It'll practically see in the dark. It's designed for bomb disposal work to keep only one officer at risk. See?

MULDER: Think I can get the Playboy channel? Smile, Scully.