The X-Files quotes

Scully

So, what are we supposed to charge him with, 'assaulting a cellular phone'?

Clyde Bruckman

You know, there are worse ways to go, but I can't think of a more undignified way than autoerotic asphyxiation.

Mulder

Why are you telling me that?

Clyde Bruckman

Look, forget I mentioned it. It's none of my business.

Clyde Bruckman

You're looking down. You stepped in a pie that's fallen to the floor. The killer comes up to you and... coconut cream.

Mulder

What?

Clyde Bruckman

The pie... eh, coconut cream, or, is it lemon meringue? I don't know, it's... not sure, it's, it's hazy. As long as you're looking down, he comes up with the knife and... banana cream! Definitely banana cream.

Scully

So, how do I die?

Clyde Bruckman

You don't

Clyde Bruckman

How can I see the future if it didn't already exist?

Mulder

Then if the future is written, then why bother to do anything?

Clyde Bruckman

Now you're catching on.

Clyde Bruckman

Well, you see, that's another reason I can't help you catch this guy. I might adversely affect the fate of the future. I mean, his next victim might be the mother of the daughter whose son invents the time machine. Then the son goes back in time and changes world history and then Columbus never discovers America, man never lands on the moon, the U.S. never invades Grenada. Or something less significant, resulting in the fact that my father never meets my mother and consequently, I'm never born. (small pause for a moment) So when do we start?

You've seen the things I've done, both past and future...

Clyde Bruckman

They're terrible things.

I know they are! So, please tell me... why have I done them?

Clyde Bruckman

Don't you understand? Haven't you figured it out, son?

Clyde Bruckman

You do the things you do because you're a homicidal maniac.

(smiles slowly) That...that does explain a lot, doesn't it?

Mulder

Ok, but imagine if it was true, Scully. Imagine if you can come back [from the dead] and take out five people, who caused you to suffer. Who whould they be?

Scully

I only get five?

Mulder

[looks up at her] I've remembered your birthday this year, didn't I, Scully?

Mulder

The man was obsessed with reincarnation.

Scully

Being obsessed with it doesn't mean you can do it.

Mulder

No. Unless he knew something we don't.

Scully

Like what? The secret password?

Scully

Woman gets lonely. Sometimes she can't wait around for her man to be reincarnated.

Is there anything you wanna say, Neech? Last words?

Yeah. I've been here for eleven years, fifty-six days, and now you're gonna murder me. The Lord says, Thou shall be Merciful and Just. I know no mercy. Our law says the spirit shall rise again, and be reborn into this life. The soul shall be recast, born unto new flesh. I will return to avenge the petty tyranny and the cruelty I have suffered. I will be recast. Reincarnated. Reunion of Spirit and Flesh. Mark my words: Five men will die. Five men will go down! This will be my justice! This will be my law! This will be my capital punishment! And no stay of execution will be granted. For there is no witness, no evidence to be omitted...!

(unmoved) Fry him.

No lawyer who denies to perform his job. THESE MEN WILL DIE RIGHTEOUS DEATHS!!!

Scully

From a dry skin sample, you're concluding what, that he's some kind of a fat-sucking vampire?

The Dead are no longer lonely.

(repeated line) Your time has come.

Mulder

(final report) No physical evidence was found linking Leonard Trimble to the deaths of General Callahan's wife and son. Officially, the case remains open; the murders unsolved. Leonard Trimble's family requested that his burial be at Arlington National Cemetery. The Army denied this request. Trimble was cremated, and his ashes interred in a civilian cemetery in Tannersville, Pennsylvania. Leonard Trimble's mission was not to kill his enemies, but to shatter their lives. To keep them alive; to suffer the pain that he felt. To see the view from his wheelchair. Amputees sometimes feel the pain of phantom limbs; ghosts of hands still clenching, legs still aching. Is it not possible that Trimble developed a phantom soul? A malevolent psyche that took its violent revenge that he took accountable? It was war that destroyed Trimble's body, but the wounds went deeper than the loss of his limbs. What destroyed that parts of him that make us humans beings, those better angels of our nature... I cannot say.