Fox Mulder: What's up, Doc?
Fox Mulder: I can feel you thinking.
Dana Scully: I'm sorry. I can't sleep.
Fox Mulder: Actually, I have a little something for that.
Dana Scully: Just a little something?
Fox Mulder: Thank you.
Fox Mulder: This is not an exact science. If it were me, I'd be on the guy 24/7. I'd be in bed with him kissing his holy ass.
ASAC Dakota Whitney: Father Joe is a convicted pedophile.
Fox Mulder: [surprised] ... Maybe I'd stay out of bed with him.
Assistant Director Walter Skinner: We will find him. I know Mulder. He'd get to a phone and call first. He wouldn't do anything crazy.
[Scully stares at him]
Assistant Director Walter Skinner: Not overly crazy.
Fox Mulder: Scully? Why would he say that?
[he pauses then follows Scully to her car]
Fox Mulder: "Don't give up." Why would he say such a thing to you?
Dana Scully: I think that was clearly meant for you, Mulder.
Fox Mulder: He didn't say it to me. He said it to you.
Dana Scully: Umm...
Fox Mulder: If Father Joe were the devil, why would he say the opposite of what the devil might say?
[she doesn't reply, though clearly attempting to rationalize]
Fox Mulder: Maybe that's the answer. You know, the larger answer.
Dana Scully: What do you mean?
Fox Mulder: Don't give up.
Dana Scully: Please don't make this any harder than it already is.
Fox Mulder: It's OK... OK.
Fox Mulder: [wrapping his arms around Scully, allowing her to rest her head on his chest] If you have any doubts, any doubts at all, just call off that surgery this morning. And then we'll get out of here.
[he loosens his embrace enough to look into her eyes]
Fox Mulder: Just me and you.
Dana Scully: As far away from the darkness as we can get?
Fox Mulder: I'm not sure it works that way. I think maybe the darkness finds you, and me.
Dana Scully: [as a tear rolls down her cheek] I know it does.
Fox Mulder: But let it try.
[they embrace again, this time pulling together in a long, passionate kiss]
Dana Scully: [Mulder kisses her] Scratchy beard.
Dana Scully: This stubbornness of yours, it's why I fell in love with you.
Fox Mulder: It's like you said. That's why we can't be together.
Dana Scully: Listen to me! I need your help!
Agent Mosley Drummy: I'm sorry. I - I can't help you.
Dana Scully: Then let me talk to somebody there with some balls who can.
Dana Scully: Mulder. Can you hear me?
Fox Mulder: [drugged] Sorry about your car.
Dana Scully: Yeah, well, it's been fun.
Fox Mulder: Scully? Nobody's gonna make you sit next to him.
Dana Scully: Thanks, but I've already been taken for a ride. Anyway, he doesn't want me there.
Fox Mulder: I want you here.
Dana Scully: This isn't my life anymore, Mulder. I'm done chasing monsters in the dark.
Dana Scully: What are you doing?
Fox Mulder: I'm trying to ignore you.
[last lines]
Assisting Nurse: Are you ready to begin, uh, Dr. Scully?
Dana Scully: [Scully scans around the room at all the other medical personnel, finally pausing for several seconds to look at three nuns observing through a window] Yes.
Dana Scully: What was it you were praying for in there, sir?
Father Joe: For the salvation of my immortal soul.
Dana Scully: And do you think God hears your prayers?
Father Joe: Do you think he hears yours?
Dana Scully: I didn't bugger 37 altar boys.
Father Joe: Oh.
Fox Mulder: That's a colorful way of puttin' it.
Dana Scully: Well, I have another word, if you'd like.
Fox Mulder: I'm sure you do.
Fox Mulder: Are you asking me to give up?
Dana Scully: No. I can't tell you to do that, Mulder. But I can tell you that I won't be coming home.
Agent Mosley Drummy: I don't believe this.
Fox Mulder: That's been your problem from the start.
Dana Scully: You know, the truth is, I worrry about you, and the effects of long-term isolation.
Fox Mulder: [chuckling] I'm fine here. I'm happy as a clam.
Father Joe: And where do they come from, these appetites, these uncontrollable urges of ours?
Dana Scully: Not from God!
Father Joe: Not from me. I castrated myself when I was twenty-six.
Father Joe: Do you know why we live here, the men who call this vile box of monsters home? Because we hate each other, even as we hate ourselves, for our sickening appetites.
Margaret Fearon: It's nothing against you.
Dana Scully: No.
Margaret Fearon: If you were a mother, you'd understand.
