Character: Dana Scully. Page 1

- You can't know that. How many different lives we could be if we made different choices? We don't know.
- And if there is always only one choice? If everyone else is wrong and life was trying to give some signs?
- Then any choice would have led us to this moment. One wrong turn and we would not be sitting here together. That says a lot. It speaks very very much.

- Why do you always drive?
- (smiling) Because I have always wondered, will you pull up to the pedals.

- Where is she?
- In a psychiatric clinic.
- I would go, but I fear me there and leave.
- I also.

The loneliness we choose!

We are not that other, as the sum of our memories. If we consciously reject some of them, even, from our point of view, and quite noble reasons, we become less than it could be.

- You mixed up the corpses and spent an unnecessary showdown!
- Sir, the dead man was very much like Micah Hoffman. On the tag was his name!
- Scully, if I will be in the hands of the purse Marilyn Monroe, You say that I slept with JFK?

The truth is out there, but somewhere in there lies.

Before us is a vivid example of the craze different talk shows, comics. They make up for these people the new reality... the media is so zadurili brains to the public that an ordinary person is willing to do anything to attract attention. One of the signs of psychosis is the exchange of incomprehensible images more visible. Fears are usually simplified in the form of ugly human traits. If the person can not afford anything to imagine, it is easiest to put the blame on the monsters, hunchback, werewolf. But every reasonable person understands that all these legends are unverified rumors are ridiculous fabrications. As long as these rumors are unconfirmed, they occupy in our minds the place of Truth.

It seems to me that the most reliable relationships grow from friendship. Suddenly, unexpectedly, you see this man much more than I saw yesterday, as if the light came on in the night. And he who was only your friend, is the only one you need.

Time able to not only imprison us in a cell of brick, and the tower of irreversible tragedies and dashed hopes. Only then can you begin to appreciate the opportunity to come back to, meeting with the past, understand yourself better. The release from prison of time doesn't mean a release from his nature. From this prison is impossible to escape.

The goal of terrorism is to terrify.

Someday you will be asked to tell you about the miracle of your birth, to explain what is inexplicable, and if I can't answer you, know, son, this is the answer. This is a Saint, but he noted the truth that you don't know alone, unless you meet the very its opposite, his defender and his death. If not it will go in the main path in search of the elusive elusive truth. If you're lucky enough to find her, my son, don't miss it. The truth is out there.
And if one day you should behold a miracle, what I saw in you, you will realize that the truth is not in science and not in the Universe. The truth in your heart. And at that moment you will be visited by blessings and desperation as the truest of all truths or ever connects, or with painful inevitability divides us.

Rain. Agents are in the woods under umbrellas, when suddenly they begin to pour the frog.
Mulder:
Well, there's Breakfast.
Scully:
- Mulder... toads Just fell from the top.
Mulder:
- Maybe their parachutes didn't open.

- What kind of tape found in the video? It's not mine.
Great. I put it in the drawer with all the others, which is also not yours.