a season 7 spam.
The Sixth Extinction
Mulder, it’s me. I know that you can hear me. If you can just give me some sign. I want you to know where I’ve been, what I found. I think that, if you knew, that you could find a way to hold on. I need you to hold on. I found a key, the key, to every question that has ever been asked. It’s a puzzle but the pieces are there for us to put together and I know that they can save you if you can just hold on. Mulder...please. Hold on.
The Sixth Extinction II: Amor Fati
MUDLER: Scully, I was like you once — I didn’t know who to trust. Then I - I chose another path, another life, another fate, where I found my sister. The end of my world was unrecognisable and upside down. There was one thing that remained the same. You...were my friend and you told me the truth. Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant, my touchstone.
SCULLY: And you are mine.
MULDER: Oh. Hello. Look at this. Does that look like blood to you?
SCULLY: Yes, it looks like it.
MULDER: What is that? Next to it. Is that, uh… oh, my… ugh. Is that brain? Is that brain matter there?
SCULLY: No, I’d say that’s ground beef.
MULDER: Ground beef.
MULDER: The world didn’t end.
SCULLY: No, it didn’t.
MULDER: Happy New Year, Scully.
SCULLY: Happy New Year, Mulder.
MAX: (to Scully) You must have been a Betty, back in the day.
SCULLY: A “Betty”?
MULDER: (smiling) Back in the day.
The Goldberg Variation
SCULLY: You okay, Mulder?
MULDER: Yeah, it’s all right. My ass broke the fall.
SCULLY: He was evil, Mulder. I’m sure about that, without a doubt. But there’s one thing that I’m not sure of.
MULDER: What’s that?
SCULLY: Who was at work in me. Or what...what made me...what made me pull the trigger.
MULDER: You mean if it was God?
SCULLY: I mean, what if it wasn’t?
The Amazing Maleeni
SCULLY: You know, Mulder, there’s still one thing that you haven’t explained.
MULDER: What’s that?
SCULLY: How the Amazing Maleeni was able to turn his head completely around.
MULDER: I don’t know that.
SCULLY: I do. I’ll show you. Observe. [she kneels, places her hands on the floor and turns her right one a full 360 degrees]
MULDER: Gee! Very nice. How’d you do that?
SCULLY: Well, magic.
MULDER: No. Seriously, Scully, how’d you do it? You know, it’s not the same thing.
Signs and Wonders
SCULLY: Snake handling. I didn’t learn that in catechism class.
MULDER: That’s funny. I knew a couple of Catholic schoolgirls who were expert at it.
Sein und Zeit
SCULLY: Your mother killed herself, Mulder. I conducted the autopsy. She was dying of an incurable disease. An untreatable and horribly disfiguring disease called Paget’s Carcinoma. She knew it. There were doctor’s records. She didn’t want to live. Mulder...
MUDLER: She was trying to tell me something. She was...trying to tell me something.
SCULLY: Mulder, she was trying to tell you to stop. To stop looking for your sister. She was just trying to take away your pain.
I want to believe so badly in a truth beyond our own, hidden and obscured from all but the most sensitive eyes; in the endless procession of souls, in what cannot and will not be destroyed. I want to believe we are unaware of God’s eternal recompense and sadness. That we cannot see His truth. That that which is born still lives and cannot be buried in the cold earth but only waits to be born again at God’s behest where in ancient starlight we lay, in repose.
Because the FBI has nothing to hide.
First Person Shooter
FROHIKE: Go, girl!
BYERS: Oh. Scully’s on fire!
LANGLY: The bloodthirst is unquenchable.
MULDER: That’s entertainment!
MULDER: What do you think, Scully, is this a name, possibly? Or a code, or an anagram?
SCULLY: ‘T-H-E-E-F’. I assume it’s supposed to be T-H-I-E-F — ‘thief’.
MULDER: Insert your own Dan Quayle joke here. Lousy spelling aside, what do you think it refers to? Who’s the thief?
SCULLY: Well, that’s certainly one question. I’ve got many.
MULDER: Mulder, why are we here?
SCULLY: To be fair, I might have used the words Mulder, how is this an X-File?
MULDER: You see that, Scully, you always keep me guessing.
SCULLY: I’ll always keep you guessing.
SCULLY: Can you tell him that I’ll call him later? Just, just tell him that I’m fine. [she hangs up]
SKINNER: She says she’s fine.
MULDER: She’s in trouble.
You’re drawn to powerful men but you fear their power. You keep your guard up, a wall around your heart. How else do you explain
that fearless devotion to a man obsessed and, yet, a life alone? You’d die for Mulder but you won’t allow yourself to love him.
Mulder, when you find me dead, my desiccated corpse propped up staring lifelessly
through the telescope at drunken frat boys peeing and vomiting into the gutter,
just know that my last thoughts were of you and how I’d like to kill you.
SCULLY: Mulder, I still have to go over to the hospital and finish the final paperwork on the autopsy you had me do. And, to be honest, it’s Saturday and I wouldn’t mind, I don’t know, taking a bath?
MULDER: Well, what the hell does that mean?
SCULLY: What it means, Mulder, is I’m not interested in tracking down some sneaky farmers who happened to ace geometry in high school. And besides, I mean, what could you possibly get out of this? Or learn? I mean, it’s not even remotely FBI-related.
MULDER: I’ll just cancel your ticket. Thanks for lunch.
SCULLY: Mulder...Look, we’re always running. We’re always chasing the next big thing. Why don’t you ever just stay still?
MULDER: I wouldn’t know what I’d be missing.
MULDER: So what are you up to right now, sir?
SKINNER: I’m taking a bubble bath.
MULDER: Uh, hold on just one second, sir. [he switches lines to talk to Scully] Hey, Scully, Skinman is calling me from a bubble bath.
SKINNER: It’s still me, Mulder.
MULDER: Uh, sir, well, hold on one second, sir. [he switches lines to talk to Scully] Scully?
MULDER: Yeah, Skinner is calling me from a bubble bath.
SCULLY: Wow, he’s really gone Hollywood.
SCULLY: Mulder, I have something to confess.
MULDER: What’s that?
SCULLY: I’m in love with Associate Producer Walter Skinner.
MULDER: Ah...Me, too.
MULDER: The interesting thing about these agents is they had worked together for seven years previously without any incident.
SCULLY: Seven years?
MULDER: Yeah, but they are not...romantically involved if that’s what you’re thinking.
SCULLY: Not even I would be so farfetched.
SCULLY: What I’m thinking, Mulder, is how familiar this seems. Playing Watson to your Sherlock.
You dangling clues out in front of me one by one. It’s a game and, as usual, you’re holding something back from me.
MULDER: I can’t believe you don’t want butter on your popcorn. Uggh. It’s un-American.
SCULLY: Caddyshack, Mulder?
MULDER: It’s a classic American movie.
SCULLY: That’s what every guy says. It’s a guy movie.
MULDER: Okay, when you invite me over to your place we can watch Steel Magnolias.
SCULLY: So, um, what’s the occasion?
MULDER: I don’t know. Just felt like the thing to do. Cheers.
MULDER: I don’t know if you noticed but, um, I never made the world a happier place.
SCULLY: Well, I’m fairly happy. That’s something.
MULDER: I want you to go home.
SCULLY: Oh, Mulder, I’m going to be fine.
MULDER: No, I’ve been thinking about it. Looking at you tonight, holding that baby, knowing everything that’s been taken away from you...A chance for motherhood and your health and that baby...I think that, I don’t know, maybe they’re right.
SCULLY: Who’s right?
MULDER: The FBI. Maybe what they say is true, though for all the wrong reasons. It’s the personal costs that are too high. There’s so much more you need to do with your life. There’s so much more than this. There has to be an end, Scully. (he kisses her cheek)
SKINNER: I lost him. I don’t know what else I can say. I lost him.