Clyde Bruckman: You're looking down. You stepped in a pie that's fallen to the floor. The killer comes up to you and... coconut cream.
Clyde Bruckman: The pie... eh, coconut cream, or, is it lemon meringue? I don't know, it's... not sure, it's, it's hazy. As long as you're looking down, he comes up with the knife and... banana cream! Definitely banana cream.
Clyde Bruckman: You know, there are worse ways to go, but I can't think of a more undignified way than autoerotic asphyxiation.
Mulder: Why are you telling me that?
Clyde Bruckman: Look, forget I mentioned it. It's none of my business.
Mulder: If coincidences are just coincidences, why do they feel so contrived?
Dana Scully: There's something you haven't explained. Can you see your own end?
Clyde Bruckman: I see our end. We end up in bed together. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I don't mean to offend you or scare you, but not here, not this bed. I just mean I see us quite clearly in bed together. You're holding my hand very tenderly, and you're looking at me with such compassion and I feel - tears are streaming down my face - I feel so grateful because it's just a very special moment neither of us will ever forget.
Dana Scully: Mr. Bruckman, there are hits and there are misses. And then there are misses.
Clyde Bruckman: I just call them as I see them.
Dana Scully: Nobody does anything without a reason.
Clyde Bruckman: You'll find the woman tomorrow morning, by the fat little white Nazi stormtrooper at Glen View Lake. Her body is floating at Glen View Lake. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I've seen enough death for one night.
[cut to next scene]
Mulder: Be honest, Scully. Doesn't that propane tank bear more than a slight resemblance to a fat little white Nazi stormtrooper?
Scully: Mulder, the human mind naturally seeks meaningful patterns and configurations in things that don't inherently have any. Given the suggestion of a particular image, you can't help to see that shape somewhere. You would see it in a rock or a tree.
Mulder: Did you answer my question?
Scully: Yes, it looks like a fat, white, Nazi storm trooper, but that only proves my point.
Dana Scully: [reading note] My neighbor Mrs. Lowe passed away last night, please see that the remains of her remains are taken care of. Would you like a dog? He is paper trained and well behaved regardless of his actions last night which you can't really blame him for.
Clyde Bruckman: Oh, sometimes it just seems that everyone's having sex except for me.
Mulder: Step inside, Mr. Bruckman.
Clyde Bruckman: Why? What is this all about?
Mulder: A murder was committed here earlier this evening, and we have reason to believe that it was committed by the same person who murdered the women that you found. Is there anything that you can tell us about it?
Clyde Bruckman: I didn't do it.
Mulder: You're not under suspicion, but I do harbor a suspicion that you can see things about this crime, things that we can't see.
Clyde Bruckman: I'm not sure I understand what you mean.
Mulder: I think you do.
Clyde Bruckman: Yeah, right. I'd like to see both of your badges again. Right now.
[Mulder and Scully show Clyde their badges]
Dana Scully: I don't blame you, Mr. Bruckman.
Clyde Bruckman: [looking at Mulder's badge] I'm supposed to believe that's a real name?
Mulder: [Clyde is in the bathroom throwing up after having a vision of the murder] Pinch me.
Dana Scully: This guy's performing the same routine as the Stupendous Yappi. He's just doing it in a different style.
Mulder: No. Something told me, Scully. Something is telling me this guy's for real.
Dana Scully: Oh, so now you're psychic?
Clyde Bruckman: This is real cream, not the phony stuff. I know the difference, and the chocolate! Very rich. Look at these cute little doilies they put everything on. You sure you don't want to join me?
[Scully shakes her head "no"]
Clyde Bruckman: So what are you doing?
Dana Scully: Studying background checks. This is what detective work is really like. We can't come up with suspects by having visions.
Clyde Bruckman: Jealous?