(Listing the evidence she's found at the scene while Mulder plays with a baseball.) The angle of movement and deeper indentation on the right side of the mark suggest a left-handed individual. I've collected soil specimens and although numerous shoe impressions remain from the sandlot game, I think a couple of stone casts would prove invaluable to the investigation. (Pauses for response; he ignores her) Meanwhile, I've quit the FBI and have become a spokesperson for the ab-roller.
Smell that. (Holds the baseball in front of her nose.) It's perfume. God this brings back a lot of memories of my sister... All-day pickup games out on the vineyard. Ride your bikes down to the beach, eat bologna sandwiches. Only place you had to be on time was home for dinner. Never had to lock your doors. No modems, no faxes, no cell phones.
Scully, you don't know me as well as you think you do. You know I'm a working man and I live in a big city, but if I had to settle down? Build a home? It'd be in a place like this.
(Discussing the murdered baby's long list of birth defects) Imagine all a woman's hopes and dreams for her child, and for Nature to turn so cruel... What must a woman go through?
(Grinning) Well, just find yourself a man with a spotless genetic makeup and a really high tolerance for being second-guessed and start pumping out the little uber-Scullys.
Aside from the need for corrective lenses and the tendency to be abducted by extraterrestrials involved in an international governmental conspiracy, the Mulder family passes genetic muster.
Right arm was torn off. Saw it sitting there across my dead husband's lap. Boys took me home... sewed me up just like the family learnt in the War of Northern Aggression. Whole time, felt the same as if been making breakfast...They're such good boys.
