[Cuts back to Mulder and Sheriff Hartwell, both trying in vain the shoot out the RV's tires] ..Well, here's something you may not know - shooting out the tires on a runaway RV is a lot harder than it looks. I then tried a different approach.. [Cuts to Mulder being dragged behind the RV as he attempts to hold on to it, screaming loudly]
(voiceover) Tired, frustrated, and lacking a solid lead, I just wanted to get cleaned up. I had the sheriff drop me at the motel, which is where I ran into you.
(sitting on the vibrating bed, yelling at Mulder) What do you mean you want me to do another autopsy?! Why do I have to do it now?! I just spent hours on my feet doing an autopsy, all for you! I do it all for you, Mulder! You know I haven't eaten since 6 o'clock this morning, and that was half a cream cheese bagel. And it wasn't even real cream cheese, it was light cream cheese! Now you want me to run off and do another autopsy?! (finally notices how beaten up he looks) What the hell happened to you?
..Who's the black private dick that's a sex machine to all the chicks? Shaft! Can ya dig it? (Scully looks at Mulder, disbelieving)They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother- shut your mouth! Talkin' 'bout Shaft.
[Cuts to Mulder's office, as he reacts to Scully's version of the story]
(sighs) ..I want you two back in Texas - Ronnie Strickland's body has gone missing from the morgue; in conjunction with this the coroner's been attacked. His throat was bitten.
Fangs are very rarely mentioned in the literature; they're more or less an invention of Bram Stoker's. I think you were right before when you said this was about a guy who's watched too many Dracula movies. It's just that he happens to be a real vampire.
(to the sheriff) You can stay behind here with Agent Scully and keep an eye on things where I go check something out. (whispers to Scully, with a bad southern accent) Don't say I never did nothin' for ye!
He's just not who we are anymore. I mean we pay taxes, we're good neighbors. Old Ronnie.. he just can't seem to grasp the concept of.. low profile. But, though he may be a moron, he is one of our own.