[A group of men are in a basketball court playing, including Mulder. He makes a basket; stops when Scully enters the gym.]
(to Mulder) Hey, Milk, let's play ball. (Mulder waits for Scully to walk closer; player is irritated) Yo, Homestyle, cough up the rock.
[Mulder throws the ball over his shoulder; catches it when thrown back and casually makes a basket.]
Game.
(shaking his hand) Oh, no, no. Aw, it don't work like that.
(joining Scully, ignoring the game) Hey, Homegirl, word up.
Mulder it's my distinct impression that you just cheated. And that you're not coming in again today.
Oh, Scully, I got game.
Yeah, you got so much game I'm wondering if you have any work left in you.
No, I'm ready to J-O-B just not on some jagoff shoeshine tip.
(VERY small smile) No "jagoff shoeshine tip"?
(smile) No background checkin' jagoff shoeshine tip.
Well, about your J-O-B, Mulder somebody's been trying very hard to reach you by phone. Somebody who wants you back at the FBI ASAP.
(more serious) About what?
About an X-File.
