Rawls: You can't put me in that box,
Boss. The . . . the storm's coming.
Fellowes: Should have thought of that before you messed up old Whaley.
Rawls: Well, to hell with Whaley. You can't put me in that box! Boss!
You can't put me in there! You can't put me in that box! You can't do
it! You're going to kill me, Boss! Boss!
Guard: You know they're saying tornado touchdowns all over the county.
Fellowes: I can't be responsible for Acts of God. ---
Scully: Should we arrest David Copperfield?
Mulder: Yes, we should . . . but not for this. ---
Scully: Hmm. Spontaneous human combustion.
Mulder: Scully . . .!
Scully: Well, isn't that where you're going with this?
Mulder: Dear Diary: Today my heart leapt when Agent Scully suggested
spontaneous human combustion.
Scully: Mulder, there are one or two somewhat well-documented cases.
(Mulder says nothing.)
Scully: Mulder, shut up. ---
The state police have put out an APB on Rawls.
Mulder: You might warn them not to shoot to kill. He seems to find that
Scully: Uh-huh. "I want what's mine."
This man is looking for his child, Mulder. ---
June: What did he want?
Mulder: Maybe another chance.