QUOTES

Langly: Dudes! Agent Mulder, what's up, wild man? Welcome to the land where silicon meets silicone.
Frohike: Can I get you a latte from the bar or perhaps a bottle of designer H20? ---

Frohike: She's packing a flintlock.
Mulder: That ain't all she's packing. Can you print that out for me? ---

Byers: Ivan must have called him to go in and slay the ninja babe.
Scully: Mulder, why does this game have the effect of reducing grown men back to moony adolescence? ---

Ivan: What just happened?
Mulder: She cut off his hands. ---

Scully: Dressing up like high-tech warriors to play a futuristic version of Cowboys and Indians? What kind of moron gets his ya-yas out like that? ---

Scully: Mulder, what - what purpose does this game serve except to add to a culture of violence in a country that's already out of control?
Mulder: Who says it adds to it?
Scully: You think that taking up weapons and creating gratuitous virtual mayhem has any redeeming value whatsoever? I mean, that the testosterone frenzy that it creates stops when the game does?
Mulder: That's rather sexist, isn't it? I mean, maybe the game provides an outlet for certain impulses, that it fills a void in our genetic makeup that the more civilizing effects of society failed to provide for.
Scully: Well, that must be why men feel the great need to blast the crap out of stuff.
Mulder: Well, testosterone frenzy or no the only suspect we have in this man's murder is a woman. ---

Scully: For the record, can you state your name, please?
Jade Blue Afterglow: For the record again, my name is Jade Blue Afterglow. I reside . . .
Scully: I'm sorry. Your real name?
Jade Blue Afterglow: That is my real name. What were you expecting? Mildred? ---

Mulder: . . . That you murdered two men. One with a 14th century broadsword and the other with a flintlock pistol.
Jade Blue Afterglow: Oh. You must have had me confused with my sister -- Xena, Warrior Princess. ---

Mulder: I don't know about you, Scully, but I am feeling the great need to blast the crap out of something. ---

Computer: 9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Engage.
Mulder: Bring it on. ---

Phobe: What is he doing?
Scully: He's getting his ya-yas out. ---

Mulder: (to Maitreya) Hey. I bet you think you're going to kick my butt up and down the block.
(Maitreya kicks his gun out of his hands.)
Mulder: Okay. ---

Mulder: Whoa! Stop right there! (Maitreya whips out the pistols. Mulder drops his sword to the ground.)
Mulder: That's not really fair, is it? (Maitreya multiplies. There are now five of her.)
Mulder: Well, that's just cheating. ---

Mulder: That's entertainment! ---

Mulder: (voiceover) We came, we saw, we conquered. And if the taste of victory is sweet the taste of virtual victory is not Sweet 'N Low, nor the bullets made of sugar. Maybe past where the imagination ends our true natures lie, waiting to be confronted on their own terms. Out where the intellect is at war with the primitive brain in the hostile territory of the digital world where laws are silent and rules disappear in the midst of arms. Born in anarchy with an unquenchable bloodthirst we shudder to think what might rise up from the darkness.