Mr. Exley, I'm not a big sports hero like yourself, sir and I really don't have an opinion on Negroes or Jews or Communists or even Canadians and vegetarians, for that matter but I cannot stomach the murder of a man of any persuasion or any color being flaunted and solicited in my town. (shows him the flyer) Not on my watch. So you can be safe with me in a cell down at the precinct or you can be safe with me here on the bus. Seeing as how this is still America you're free to choose, sir.
S6 E19The Unnatural
Let me get this straight: a free-spirited alien fell in love with baseball and ran away from the other non-fun-having aliens and made himself black, because that would prevent him from getting to the majors where his unspeakable secret might be discovered by an intrusive press and public and you're also implying that...
You certainly have a knack for turning chicken salad into chicken spit.
You're also implying that this baseball-playing alien has something to do with the famous Roswell UFO crash of July '47, aren't you?
You're just dying to connect the dots aren't you, son? Look, I give you some wood and I ask you for a cabinet. You build me a cathedral. I don't want a cathedral. I like where I live. I just want a place to put my TV. Understand my drift?
(pauses) Drift it is, sir.
Trust the tale, Agent MacGyver, not the teller. That which fascinates us is by definition true. Speaking metaphorically, of course.
Okay, so was Ex a man who was metaphorically an alien or an alien who was metaphorically a man or a something in between that was literally an alien-human hybrid? (Dales sighs; hands Mulder alcohol) It's official. I am a horse's ass.
JEJosh Exley
Don't get cornball on me, man. Next thing you'll be telling me is I owe it to all the little kids to break the home-run record, or I owe it to the black folks who think I'm one of them, to make it to the majors or I should just keep playing out of some meaningless human concept of pride or loyalty.
I don't know, Ex.
JEJosh Exley
We don't think like that, man. We may be able to look like y'all, but we ain't y'all. You know the big thing that separates us from you?
What's that?
JEJosh Exley
We got rhythm. (both pause, then crack up)
ABAlien Bounty Hunter
Show me your true face or you will die without honor.
JEJosh Exley
This is my true face.
[Nighttime at a baseball field; Mulder is wearing a "Grays" jersey, hitting balls thrown by a pitching machine.]
So, uh... I get this message marked "urgent" on my answering service from one "Fox Mantle" telling me to come down to the park for a very special very early or very late birthday present. And, Mulder... I don't see any nicely wrapped presents lying around so, what gives?
You've never hit a baseball, have you, Scully?
No, I guess I have, uh... found more necessary things to do with my time than- (a foul ball hits the fence; she jumps) slap a piece of horsehide with a stick.
Get over here, Scully. (he holds the bat out to her, she takes it, but he keeps his hands on it, wrapping his arms around her and holding the bat with her, around her hands)
(warily, not thrilled) This my birthday present, Mulder? You shouldn't have.
This ain't cheap. I'm paying that kid ten bucks an hour to shag balls. Hey, it's not a bad piece of ash, huh? (gives him a "Look.")The bat - talking about the bat. Now, don't strangle it. You just want to shake hands with it. (doing silly voices) "Hello, Mr. Bat. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." "Oh, no, no, Ms. Scully. The pleasure's all mine." (she laughs, and they hold onto the bat) Okay, now, we want to... we want to go hips before hands, okay? (holds his hand a few inches from her hip) We want to stride forward and turn. That's all we're thinking about. So, we go hips... before hands, all right? (gingerly touches her hip and, with his hands and his own hips pressed against her, turns her correctly)
Okay.
One more time. (he touches and turns her hips more confidently) Hips... before hands, all right?
Yeah.
What is it?
Hips before hands.
(speaking right into her ear) Right. We're going to wait on the pitch. We're going to keep our eye on the ball. Then, we're just going to make contact. We're not going to think. We're just going to let it fly, Scully, okay?
Mm-hmm.
Ready? (he tries to readjust their grips on the bat; they struggle with it for a moment)
I'm in the middle. (gets her hands back between his; both grining)
All right, fire away, Poorboy. (a ball comes at them; they hit it together) Ooh! That's good. All right, what you may find is you concentrate on hitting that little ball... The rest of the world just fades away - all your everyday, nagging concerns.
[Scully giggles; they continue hitting the ball.]
The ticking of your biological clock. (hit) How you probably couldn't afford that nice, new suede coat on a G-Woman's salary. (hit) How you threw away a promising career in medicine... (intimately into her ear) to hunt aliens with a crackpot, albeit brilliant, partner.
[She gives him another "Look"]
Getting into the heart of a global conspiracy. Your obscenely overdue triple-X bill. Oh, I... I'm sorry, Scully. Those last two problems are mine, not yours. (hit)
(smiling happily) Shut up, Mulder. I'm playing baseball.
[They continue to hit the balls. Scully laughs. As the balls fly up into the black, star-studded night sky, we see them turn into shooting stars.]
S6 E20Three of a Kind
My name is John Fitzgerald Byers. I was named after our 35th president, and I keep having this beautiful dream. In my dream, the events of November 22nd, 1963, never happened. In it, my namesake was never assassinated. Other things are different, too, in my dream. My country is hopeful and innocent; young again. Young in spirit. My fellow citizens trust their elect officials, never once having been betrayed by them. My government is truly "of the people, by the people, for the people." All my hopes for my country, for myself... all are fulfilled. I have everything a person could want: home and family... and love. Everything that counts for anything in life... I have it. But the dream ends the same way every time. I lose it all.
And that man that you're with...
SMSusanne Modeski
My fiance? I'm sorry, John, I think you better go.
No, wait. Wait. Ten years ago, I saw you thrown into a car. Kidnapped right in front of me. Did that not happen? Did I just dream all of that?
SMSusanne Modeski
It happened. But things got better.
What if 'they' did something to him? You know, to make him pancake himself?
Who's "they?"
You know... "them."
(rolling her eyes) I'll begin with the Y-incision.
What happened?
I'm thinking that you got a little queasy and took a header. You know, blood and guts can bother some people. (gags)
(seems intoxicated) Yeah. I guess.
You gonna be alright?
Sure, cutie.
[Both stand to examine Jimmy's corpse]]
So, you're done with Jimmy?
Done. Done. Done. (tries to push examining table with no success) How do you roll this thing?
Uh, Scully?
[Scully continues to try to figure out the examining table]
What killed him?
In my medical opinion -- BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!! *claps*
And that's all you found?
That's all I know.
[Scully slips trying to push the examining table]
Scully?
Hey Timmy. I'm sorry about Jimmy.
TLTimothy Landau
Hey Langly, the guys are all up in my room for a round of Dungeons and Dragons, in honor of Jimmy.
(hand on heart for a moment) Lord Manhammer will be in attendance. (to Frohike) I'm going to go play a little D&D, uh, in memoriam.
That's touching, man.
[Frohike hears Scully's laugh, and leaves his slot machine to see her surrounded by a huge group of men.]
Scully?
Aw, hey. Long time, no see. (a man whispers something into her ear) No, that's not nice. I like Hickey. (she rubs his head, messing up his hair. Agent Morris Fletcher [from Dreamland I/II] holds out a pack of cigarettes to her)
Cigarette? (she leans in and takes out a cigarette with her lips seductively)
You don't smoke.
But who's got a match? (a dozen lighters are in front of her instantly) Well ... I just can't decide who lights my fire.
That's it. (grabs cigarette from Scully's mouth) Alright, you dandies, back off. This is Special Agent Dana Scully of the FBI. If you so much as touch her, you may be committing a federal offense. (to Scully) Come on, come on. (he pulls her away)
We could have been stardust.
Maybe next time. (she slaps his ass as Frohike drags her off)
(laughing) Hi.
Settle down, settle down. (sits her on the bed)
(laughing and grinning) Okay, okay, okay, okay.
I found Agent Scully-go-lightly holding court... (Scully grabs Frohike's ass) ...bar!
I've never seen her drunk before ...
MModeski
(checks Scully's eyes) God, this can't be.
(she pretends to tickle her) Hi...
I don't understand. Why would the government want to turn Scully into a bimbo?
Hello, Mulder? Can you hear me? I'm at the hotel. Where are you? What do you mean, "What hotel?" Las Vegas. I'm in Las Vegas, aren't you? You called me. What do you mean you didn't call me? ...Oh, man, I am going to kick their asses.
So you want to hit the slots?
You know, Byers, growing old with us ain't so bad.
Oh, shut up, Langly. You really want him to kill himself?
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