Fox Mulder quotes from The X-Files

Mulder

Want to know what L.H. Rice's birthday is? April 4, 1849. I'm not good at math, but I'm figuring that's a whole lot of candles on the cake.

Mulder

[opening voiceover; about Cigarette Smoking Man and his father, Bill Mulder] Two men, young, idealistic - the fine product of a generation hardened by world war. Two fathers whose paths would converge in a new battle - an invisible war between a silent enemy and a sleeping giant on a scale to dwarf all historical conflicts. A 50-years war, its killing fields lying in wait for the inevitable global holocaust. Theirs was the dawn of Armageddon. And while the world was unaware, unwitting spectators to the hurly-burly of the decades-long struggle between heaven and earth there were those who prepared for the end; who measured the size and power of the enemy, and faced the choices: stand and fight, or bow to the will of a fearsome enemy. Or to surrender - to yield and collaborate. To save themselves and stay their enemy's hand. Men who believed that victory was the absence of defeat and survival the ultimate ideology... No matter what the sacrifice.

Mulder

There must be some kind of mistake. I signed up for the aroma therapy treatment.

Mulder

(about the very strict neighborhood) Oh, yeah. Nothing weird going on around here. (following Scully into the house) Hey... ooh, wait a minute. You didn't let me carry you over the threshold.

Mulder

Bring it on.

Mulder

I'll show you my theory if you show me yours.

Mulder

A programmed behavior prompted and manifested by suggestion in this case, a rhythmic motion of the hands producing a unconscious act in a conscious state. (Raises and lowers his hand; she gives him a Look.) Doesn't work on you. (She smiles.)

Mulder

You know, it's funny, when all is said and done, there's not much mystery in murder.

Mulder

I want to believe so badly; in a truth beyond our own hidden and obscured from all but the most sensitive eyes. In the endless procession of souls, in what cannot and will not be destroyed.. I want to believe we are unaware of God's eternal recompense and sadness.. That we cannot see His truth. That that which is born still lives and cannot be buried in the cold earth.. But only waits to be born again at God's behest, where in ancient starlight we lay.. in repose.

Mulder

[Whispers after finding her] Samantha.

Mulder

But that was merely prelude of what was to come. Three years later, in 1994 even more complex formations occurred simultaneously on opposite ends of the English countryside with the Mandelbrot Set, were it still there, at its center. Then, in 1997, even more complex formations occurred... [Scully is completely engrossed in her salad; doesn't listen to him at all. Mulder pauses] ... and I'm not wearing any pants right now.

Mulder

Sir, have I pissed you off in a way that's more than normal?

Mulder

One more pun and I pull out my gun.

Mulder

Well, just remember, boys, this is America - Just because you get more votes doesn't mean you win.

Mulder

We call it the miracle of life. Conception - a union of perfect opposites - essence transforming into existence - an act without which mankind would not exist and humanity cease to exist. Or is this just nostalgia now? An act of biology commandeered by modern science and technology? God-like, we extract, implant, inseminate... and we clone. But has our ingenuity rendered the miracle into a simple trick? In the artifice of replicating life can we become the creator? Then what of the soul? Can it, too, be replicated? Does it live in this matter we call DNA? Or is its placement the opposite of artifice, capable only by God. How did this child come to be? What set its heart beating? Is it the product of a union? Or the work of a divine hand? An answered prayer? A true miracle? Or is it a wonder of technology - the intervention of other hands? What do I tell this child about to be born? What do I tell Scully? What do I tell myself?