(trying to start a fire with stones) You were an Indian guide. Help me out here.
(leaning against a log, as he's been injured) Indian guide says maybe you should run to the store and get some matches.
I would, but I left my wallet in the car. [Sits next to him, gets out her gun]
What are you doing?
Trying to open my gun. [Takes the clip out] If I can separate the shell from the casing, maybe I can get the powder to ignite.
Mm. And maybe it'll start raining weenies and marshmallows.
Do I detect a hint of negativity?
No! Yes, actually. Yeah.
Mulder, you need to keep warm. Your body's still in shock.
I was told once that the best way to regenerate body heat is to crawl naked into a sleeping bag with somebody else who was already naked. (scoots closer to her)
(grinning) Maybe if it rained sleeping bags, you'll get lucky. [Mulder looks up at Scully in surprise; she continues working on getting the bullet apart.] You ever thought seriously about dying?
Yeah, once, when I was at the Ice Capades.
[Gives him a look, then goes back to the bullet.] When I was fighting my cancer, I was angry at the injustice of it, and its meaninglessness. Then I realized that that was a struggle - to give it meaning, to make sense of it. It's like life.
I think nature is supremely indifferent to whether we live or die. I mean, if you're lucky, you get 75 years, if you're really lucky you get 80 years, and if you're extraordinarily lucky, you get to live 50 of those years with a decent head of hair.
(chuckles) I guess it's like Las Vegas. The house always wins. [The bullet suddenly pops open.] Oh! (sings) Ta-da!
Go girl! [Scully gets up to pour the gunpowder from the bullet into the makeshift campfire.] Hey, who did you identify with when you were a kid - Wilma or Betty?
I identified with Betty's bustline.
Yes! I did too.
I could never have been married to Barney though. The kids were cute.
Yeah. But where are they today?
[Uses the rocks to strike a spark into the gunpowder, which instantly burns up and doesn't light the sticks. Looks at Mulder.] Moth Men? Really?
Yeah. But there seem to be only two of 'em. [Scully sighs and goes back to sit next to Mulder, then puts an arm around his shoulder and starts pulling him closer.] I don't wanna wrestle!
(laughs) Get over here. I'm gonna try and keep you warm. [She pulls him over so he's curled up on her lap, her arms around him.] Sorry.
One of us has got to stay awake, Scully.
You sleep, Mulder.
If you get tired, you wake me.
I'm not gonna get tired.
Why don't you sing something?
(firmly) No, Mulder.
If you sing something, I'll know you're awake.
Mulder, you don't want me to sing. I can't carry a tune.
It doesn't matter. Just sing anything.
(sighs; sings, out of tune) Jeremiah was a bullfrog, was a good friend of mine. Never understood a single word he said, but I helped him drink his wine.
Chorus.
(continues singing) Joy... to the world. All the boys and girls. Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea. Joy to you and me.
