“Mulder had too brilliant a record to be dismissed as a loose cannon. His bosses had to find another way to protect their peace of mind. They did. They made Scully his partner.”

“Mulder, I want you to meet your new assistant. Special Agent Dana Scully, Fox Mulder.''An assistant? Nice to know I'm suddenly so highly regarded.' Mulder turned to Scully. 'Who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, Scully?”

“Scully could see that Mulder might be a nice guy. Well-meaning. Talented. With his heart in the right place.But his head was definitely screwed on wrong.”

“I didn't know you were a techie, Mulder.' said Scully...'I used to fool around with ham radios when I was a kid,' Mulder said, not looking up from his work.'Let me guess why,' said Scully. 'Ever succeed in making contact with a spaceship?'...'No,' said Mulder. 'But it wasn't from lack of trying.”

“Scully liked neatness and order. This office was her notion of a nightmare. She had no idea how Mulder ever found anything he wanted. But he always seemed to.”

“Scully nodded. Of course. It made sense. Complete sense. No question about it. Mulder was perfectly sane in telling her all this. And she was perfectly sane in listening to it and nodding and urging him to tell her more. It was the rest of the world that was-She doubled over as a wave of laughter hit her.Mulder looked at her and started laughing too. They stood there in the cemetery in the darkness and the drizzle, laughing their heads off.'You know we're crazy,' Scully finally said.'Of course we are,' Mulder gasped out.”

“With his bare hands Mulder dug at the loose earth. After a minute, he said, 'I've go it. I just have to pull it out and-'He got no further.He and Scully were blinded by a high power flashlight.When their vision cleared, they saw the sheriff looming over them, brandishing an ugly-looking .45.'May I ask what you're doing?' he growled.Mulder held up what he had found in the earth: a piece of raw potato.'Exhuming your potato,' was all he could say.”