You don't tell me where that other bomb is, and I'll make sure you spend your prison time on your bigoted hands and knees putting a big smile on some convict's face.
Sometimes the only sane answer to an insane world is insanity.
I've often felt that dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.
"Back in the day." Scully, "back in the day" is now.
No one, no government agency, has jurisdiction over the truth.
All we can do, Scully, is pull the thread, see what it unravels.
When convention and science offer us no answers, might we not finally turn to the fantastic as a plausibility?
Who needs Google when you got Scully?
You're never "just" anything to me, Scully.
