Dana Scully: I'm driving. Why do you always have to drive? Because you're the guy? Because you're the big, macho man?
Fox Mulder: No. I was just never sure your little feet could reach the pedals.
Fox Mulder: Uh, Scully, if I'm not mistaken, we're going to be taking a left up here... uh, there's an intersection, you're gonna wanna... Scully, you're gonna wanna...!
[Car speeds through the intersection]
Fox Mulder: You just ran a stop sign back there, Scully.
Dana Scully: Shut up, Mulder.
Fox Mulder: Sure. Fine. Whatever.
Fox Mulder: You don't suppose she's a virgin, do you?
Dana Scully: I don't even think she's a blonde.
Fox Mulder: We are but visitors on this rock, hurtling through time and space at 66,000 miles an hour. Tethered to a burning sphere by an invisible force in an unfathomable universe. This most of us take for granted, while refusing to believe these forces have any more effect on us than a butterfly beating it's wings halfway around the world.
Det. Angela White: So what are you doing at my house?
Fox Mulder: I was hoping you could help me solve the mystery of the horny beast.
Fox Mulder: This may not be any time to mention it but someone's wearing my favorite perfume.
Dana Scully: This has gone on far enough.
Fox Mulder: What?
Dana Scully: I am not going to be humiliated by you, in front of you, or by having to bring a teenage girl on her birthday of all days to identify the bones of her dead dog, Mr. Tippy. I see no reason to pursue this case any further, and not only that, I find your conduct and your comportment in this case not just alarming, but highly objectionable.