You’re never “just” anything to me, Scully.
How they police us and spy on us, tell us that makes us safer? We’ve never been in more danger.
“Back in the day.” Scully, “back in the day” is now.
Your own government lies as a matter of course, as a matter of policy…
Who needs Google when you got Scully?
We must ask ourselves… are they really a hoax? Are we truly alone? Or are we being lied to?
Sometimes the only sane answer to an insane world is insanity.
I’ve often felt that dreams are answers to questions we haven’t yet figured out how to ask.
Alien technology being used against us, not by aliens, not with aliens, but by a venal conspiracy of men against humanity.
Why is your house so much nicer than mine?[to Scully]
Well, I didn’t burst into flames when I crossed the threshold, so I guess they really do forgive a lot.[to Scully, after walking into a church]
This is my problem with modern-day monsters, Scully. There’s no chance for emotional investment.
