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Detective Manners: Well, thanks a lot! You really bleeped up
this case!
Scully: Well of course, he didn't actually SAY 'bleep,' he said.
"The X-Files: Jose Chung's from Outer Space"
Mulder & Scully: Sure. Fine. Whatever.
"The X-Files: Syzygy"
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Mulder: Scully, I love you. (add libbed by DD when Mulder sees
Modell behind him in the mirror - that's a nice little
error to have slipped by editing!) HEH HEH HEH!
"The X-Files: Pusher"
Mulder: (putting ball under Scully's nose) Smell that. (she
does and wrinkles her nose) That's perfume. Eau De
Ball. You know, this brings back a lot of memories of
my sister... all day pickup games out in the
Vineyard... ride your bikes down to the beach...
eat baloney sandwiches... The only place you had to be
on time was home for dinner. Never had to lock your
door... no modems, no faxes, no cell phones --
Scully: Mulder, if you had to do without a cell-phone for two
minutes you'd lapse into catatonic schizophrenia.
Mulder: You know, Scully, you don't know me as well as you
think you do. My work demands that I live in a big
city, but i
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