Drive

Nokes: "I grow sugar beets. I figure I've got better things to do with my fertilizer than going around blowing government buildings sky high."
Scully: "Yeah. Well, as we said, sir, this is just routine."
Mulder: "So routine, it numbs the mind."

Scully: "Mulder, we're not going to Nevada."
Mulder: "Come on, Scully. Just one quick side trip."
Scully: "No, sorry, Mulder. We have a whole new assignment."
Mulder: "Running down people that buy fertilizer? This is scut work, bozo work. This is the FBI equivalent of being made to wear an orange jumpsuit and pick up trash by the side of the highway. They mean to humiliate us."
Scully: "Look, Mulder, like it or not, humiliated or not, we're on domestic terrorism now. And yes, this is a punishment, but if we want to get back to where we want to be, we have to follow orders. We can't freelance."
Mulder: "You saw that news report. What did you make of that?"
Scully: "I think that the obvious assumption is that the woman was shot, regardless of what the police say. Maybe it was a sniper."
Mulder: "In the words of their Captain, 'she just sort of popped.' And what about this guy who supposedly tried to take her hostage, her husband? It looked to me like he was trying to warn the cops before she died. Now, the sun will rise in America tomorrow regardless of whether or not we're at yet another farm investigating yet another enormous pile of doo-doo. We can be in and out in a day. Nobody has to know."

Medical Examiner to Scully: "It's almost like a little bomb went off in her ear."

Scully: "Mulder, it's me. You know how to pick them, I'll tell you that."

Mulder to Patrick Crump: "How about if we just pull over and let me out, too, huh? I must be cramping your style."

Crump: "What the hell are you doing?!?"
Mulder: "I'm composing a sonnet. What does it look like I'm doing. I'm slowing down for a light."

Mulder: "Is this what happened to your wife? This same thing? If you stop moving you die? I think I saw this movie."

Kersh: "How is sounthern Idaho? Agent Scully? Southern Idaho? Think carefully."
Scully: "Sir, I am not currently in the srate of Idaho."
Kersh: "No, you're not."
Scully: "In the course of prosecuting our assignment in Idaho, Agent Mulder and I came across a situation in Nevada, which we both strongly felt needed our immediate attention."
Kersh: "I eagerly await your report. In the meantime, agents of our Las Vegas field office will be availble to assist you in tracking down Agent Mulder."
Scully: "Thank you sir."
Kersh: "Oh, Agent Scully. I think at this point, I want to see him alive even more than you do."

Mulder: "Crump? Crump, what else can you tell me about what's happening to you?"
Crump: "Mr. Crump. You call me by my last name, you put 'Mister' in front of it."
Mulder: "'Mister.' I got you."
Crump: "Not Crump, Mr. Crump."
Mulder: "I can think of something else I'd like to call you. I can put 'Mister' in front of that, too, if you'd like."
Crump: "You know, what kind of name is Mulder, anyway? What is that, like Jewish?"
Mulder: "Excuse me?"
Crump: "Jewish. It is, right?"
Mulder: "It's Mr. Mulder to you, you peanut-picking bastard."

Crump: "You think I don't know, huh? You think I'm just some ignorant pudknocker, don't you? But I get it, man! I see what this is! I am not sick and I do not have the flu. Vicky and me were just some kind of government guinea pigs."
Mulder: "You think the government did this to you?"
Crump: "Hell, yeah. Who else? You see it all the time on tv: they're dropping agent orange, they're putting radiation in little retarded kids' gonads. Oh, yeah. You sons of bitches..."

Mulder to Crump: "Well, on behalf of the international Jewish conspiracy, I just need to inform you that we're almost out of gas."

Scully: "The pathology of this thing, it effects the inner ear and this area right here is ground zero. What if what we're looking for is some kind of a sound?"

Crump: "The Jewish stuff, no offense. A man can't help who he's born to."
Mulder: "That was an apology, right? Gee, I don't know if I can see to drive, my eyes are tearing up so bad."

Scully: "Mulder, are you okay?"
Mulder: "Yeah, aside from terminal cell phone withdrawl, that and I got to pee."

Scully: "What if some overload, some hum from this system could somehow match the resonant frequency of the human skull? I mean, what if it could induce a like hum that could somehow exert a rising pressure on the labyrinth of the inner ear, in a sense shattering it?"
Mulder: "But with constant movement somehow ameliorating that pressure making it bearable."