Special Agent Fox Mulder: What do you want? Coke, Pepsi, saline IV?
Special Agent Dana Scully: I have to be in Washington, D.C. in 11 hours for a hearing, the outcome of which might affect one of the biggest decisions of my life and here I am in the middle of nowhere, Texas, chasing phantom tanker trucks.
Special Agent Fox Mulder: I just got chased through Texas by two black helicopters.
Alvin Kurtzweil, MD: And why do you think it is you're standing here talking to me? These people don't make mistakes.
Well-Manicured Man: Trust no-one, Mr. Mulder.
Assistant Director Walter Skinner: Agent Mulder, you and I both know that if it looks bad, it's bad for the FBI. Blame has to be assigned somewhere.
Cigarette Smoking Man: Secure the station. I want everybody else down below. If you're not armed, arm yourselves! We may have a breach.
Special Agent Dana Scully: Mulder, I can't tell you what killed this man. I'm not sure anybody else could claim to either.
Special Agent Fox Mulder: Scully, you gotta see this. Scully.
Special Agent Fox Mulder: Hey! You told me you had answers.
Alvin Kurtzweil, MD: Yeah. Well, I don't have 'em all.