Scully: [perplexed] This body has all of the secondary, but none of the primary symptoms of having been in a fire! It's almost as if...
Mulder: What?
Scully: It's almost as if his body believed that it was burning.

Scully: Death by hypovolaemia. 75% blood loss. That's over 4 liters of blood.
Mulder: I'd say the man was running on empty.

Scully: From the trucker's description, the shape he fired on could conceivably have been a mountain lion.
Mulder: Conceivably.
Scully: The National Weather Service last night reported atmospheric conditions in this area that were possibly conducive to lightning.
Mulder: Possibly.
Scully: It is feasible that the truck was struck by lightning, creating the electrical failure.
Mulder: It's feasible.
Scully: And you know, there's a marsh over there. The lights the driver saw may have been swamp gas.
Mulder: Swamp gas?
Scully: It's a natural phenonemon in which phospine and methane rising from decaying organic matter ignite, creating globes of blue flame.
Mulder: Happens to me when I eat Dodger Dogs.

Scully: Good morning.
Mulder: Whatever tape you found in that VCR, it isn't mine.
Scully: Good, because I put it back in that drawer with all those other videos that aren't yours.

Scully: Good sailing, Ahab.
Captain William Scully: Good night, Starbuck.

Scully: How are you feeling?
Skinner: Like someone's been inside my stomach redecorating.

Scully: I just think it's a good idea not to antagonise local law enforcement.
Mulder: Who, me? I'm Mr. Congeniality.
Scully: You never know, we might need his help one of these days.
Mulder: I'll send him a bundt cake.

Scully: I was told by the Assistant Director that Mulder was gone.
Agent Morris: So?
Scully: So, whenever he's away, I feed his fish.

Scully: I'm not going to ask you if you just said what I think you just said, because I know it's what you just said.

Scully: Is this what it takes to climb the ladder, Colton?
Agent Colton: All the way to the top.
Scully: Then I can't wait 'til you fall off and land on your ass.

Scully: It is somehow easier to believe, as Agent Bocks does, in aliens and UFOs, than in the kind of cold-blooded inhuman monster who could prey on the living to scavenge from the dead.

Scully: Look, we've been working together for what two years now, we have differing opinions, but I didn't expect you to ditch me.
Mulder: I didn't ditch you.
Scully: Fine, whatever.

Scully: Maybe you're just seeing what you wanted to see.
Mulder: What makes you think I'd want to see that?

Scully: Mulder, I don't think BJ was in the woods that night because of engine failure.
Mulder: What are you talking about?
Scully: Well, the Motel Black would have been a perfect meeting place. Away from town, away from his wife.
Mulder: What do you mean?
Scully: It's obvious BJ and Tillman are having an affair.
Mulder: How do you know?
Scully: A woman senses these things.

Scully: Mulder, it's me. I just had something incredibly strange happen. This piece of metal that they took out of Duane Barry, it has some kind of code on it. I ran it through a scanner, and some kind of serial number came up. What the hell is this thing, Mulder? It's almost as if... it's almost as if somebody was using it to catalogue him... Mulder! I need your help! Mulder! [shouts] Mulder!