Bad Blood

Scully: "First of all, if the family of Ronnie Strickland does indeed decide to sue the FBI, for I think the figure is $446 million, then you and I both will most certainly be codefendants. And second of all...I don't even have a second of all, Mulder. $446 million. I'm in this as deep as you, and I'm not even the one that overreacted. I didn't do the...with the thing."

Mulder to Scully: "Okay, now you're scaring me."

Scully: "Oh, you want our story strait."
Mulder: "No, I didn't say that. I just want to hear it the way you saw it."
Scully: "I don't feel confortable with that."
Mulder: "Prison, Scully. Your cellmate's nickname is going to be Large Marge. She's going to read a lot of Gertrude Stein."

Mulder: "Hope you brought your cowboy boots."
Scully: "You want us to go to Dallas?"
Mulder: "YEE-HAW!"

Mulder showing slide: "How does that grab ya?"
Scully: "Is it..."
Mulder: "Dead cow! Exactly." ...
Scully: "Is there any sign of..."
Mulder: "Two small puncture wounds on the neck?"
Scully: "That's not what I was going to ask."
Mulder: "Too bad, we got 'em. Check it out!"

Scully: "You're not going to tell me that you think this is that Mexican goat-sucker?"
Mulder: "El chupacabra? No, they got four fangs, not two. And they suck goats, hence the name."

Mulder: "Come on, Scully, let's get those little legs moving!"

Mulder about the shirt on the corpse: "Nice threads!"

Sheriff Hartwell: "Now isn't there some kind of a disease that makes a person think that they're a vampire?"
Scully: "Well, there's a psychological fixation called hemotodipsia which causes the sufferer to gain erotic satisfaction from consuming human blood."
Hartwell: "Erotic. Yeah."
Scully: "Mmm. There are also genetic afflictions which cause a hightened sensitivity to light, to garlic--porphyria, xeroderma pigmentosum."
Hartwell: "You really know your stuff, Dana."
Mulder interrupting her story: "Dana?!? He never even knew your first name."
Scully: "You gonna interupt me or what?"
Mulder: "No. Go ahead...Dana."

Mulder: "Sheriff, do you have an old cemetery in town off the beaten path, the creepier the better?"
Hartwell: "Uh, yeah."
Mulder: Snaps his fingers at him "Take me there, now."

Scully: "Begin autopsy on white male age 60, who is arguably having a worse time in Texas than I am...although not by much."

Scully: "Heart weighs 370 grams, tissue appears healthy. Left lung weighs 345 grams, tissue appears healthy. Large intestine, 890 grams, yada, yada, yada. Stomach contents show last meal close to the time of death, consisting of...pizza topped with pepperoni, green peppers, mushrooms...mushrooms. That sounds really good."

Mulder: "We got another dead tourist. You got to do another autopsy."
Scully: "Tonight? I just put money in the magic fingers."
Mulder: "I won't let it go to waste."

Mulder singing: "Who's the black private dick who's a sex machine with all the chicks. Shaft Can you dig it! They say this cat shaft is a bad mother Shut your mouth Talking 'bout shaft."

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Mulder: "Ok, look, Scully. I don't want to jump to any hasty conclusions, but on the strenght on the evidence that we have here, I think that what we may be looking at is what appears to be a series of vampire or vampire-like attacks."

Scully: "Well, it's obviously not a vampire."
Mulder: "Well, why not?"
Scully: "Because they don't exist."

Scully at seeing Sheriff Hartwell: "Ooo, boy!"

Scully interrupting Mulder's story: "[Hartwell] had big buck teeth?!?"
Mulder: "And a slight overbite."
Scully: "No he didn't."
Mulder: "Mm-hmm."
Scully: "And that's significant? How?"
Mulder: "I'm just trying to be thorough."

Mulder professionally: "No exam has been done?"
Hartwell: "No, sir. This is just like we found him in the motel room, as is."
Scully dreamily: "No exam has been done?"
Hartwell: "Uh? No, ma'am."

Scully: "If there's a point, Mulder, please feel free to come to it."

Mulder: "Anyway, skipping ahead."
Scully: "Why skip ahead? What happened then? Mulder? You shot out the tires and what then?"
Mulder: "Okay, here's something you may not know. Shooting out the tires on a runaway RV is a lot harder than it looks."

Scully yelling: "What do you mean, you want me to do another autopsy?! And why do I have to do it right now?! I just spent hours on my feet doing an autopsy, all for you. I do it all for you, Mulder. I haven't eaten since 6 o'clock this morning and all that was was half of a cream cheese bagel, and it wasn't even real cream cheese, it was light cream cheese! And now you want me to run off and do another autopsy?!"

Mulder throws an opened bag of sunflower seeds at Ronnie, spilling them everywhere.
Ronnie Strickland: "Aw, man! What'd you have to go and do that for?" He starts to pick them up one by one. "You're in big trouble."

Scully: "Mulder, please just keep reminding [Skinner] that you were drugged."
Mulder: "Would you stop that!"
Scully: "It couldn't hurt."
Mulder: "Just stop it!"

Skinner: "[The coroner's] throat was bitten. It was sort of...gnawed on."
Scully: "But...[Ronnie] was dead."
Mulder: "I noticed that."
Scully: "With a stake through his heart."
Mulder: "I noticed that, too."

Mulder: To Sheriff Hartwell: "You can stay behind here with Agent Scully and keep an eye on things while I check something out." To Scully: "Don't say I never did nothing for ya."

Skinner: "And that's exactly the way it happened from start to finish?"
Scully: "Well, I can neither confirm or deny Agent Mulder's version of events which occured outside my presence."
Mulder: "And I can neither confirm or deny Agent Scully's version of events. But, um..."
Scully: "Anyway...I was drugged."
Mulder: "That is essentially the exact way in which it happened."
Scully: "Essentially."
Mulder: "Except for the part about the buck teeth."

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