QUOTES

Byers: "Frohike's close."
Frohike: "Don't use my name! What the hell's wrong with you? Now I'll have to kill you."
Byers: "Langly and I performed . . ."
Frohike: "He's everywhere! Everywhere. He'll kill me."
Mulder: "No one would kill you, Frohike. You're just a little puppy-dog."
Frohike: "I don't utter another syllable until a CSM-25 countermeasure filter is activated."
(Signal goes fuzzy, CSM taps counter measures filter, gets clear again)
Byers: "No electronic surveillance known can cut through the CSM-25." (CSM smiles) ---

CSM: "I'd rather read the worst novel ever written that sit through the best movie ever read." ---

Bill Mulder: "My one year old just said his first word."
CSM: "What was the word?"
Bill: "JFK."
CSM: (Smiling) "Catch you later, Mulder." ---

General: "Cigarette?"
CSM: "No thank you sir, I never touch them." ---

MIB 1: "The assignment is the assassination of an American civilian, aged 36. Former naval PT boat commander, married, father of two."
CSM: "Is there a cover story?"
MIB 2: "Tell them it was done by men from outer space."
MIB 1: "We found and are setting up a patsy." ---

CSM: "Shouldn't smoke those, Lee. I'm reading studies that say they can kill you."
Lee: "Well, Mr. Hunt, sir, I heard about those reports. (Coughs) And they are no doubt correct." (throws down butt) ---

CSM: "You have enough plausible deniability to last the rest of your nine lives." ---

CSM: "What I don't want to see is the Bills winning the Super Bowl. As long as I live that doesn't happen."
MIB 3: "Could be tough, sir. Buffalo wants it bad."
CSM: "So did the Soviets in '80."
MIB 3: "What, you saying you rigged the Olympic hockey game?"
CSM: "What's the matter? Don't you believe in miracles?" ---

CSM: "Payback's a bitch, Ivan." (MIB 3) ---

Deep Throat: "You'll never believe what we got for Christmas." (Alien) ---

CSM: "Timing couldn't be worse. The Roswell story we concocted was gathering momentum. Had them all looking in the wrong direction." ---

Deep Throat: "I'm the liar. You're the killer."
CSM: "Your lies have killed more men in a day than I have in a lifetime because I've never killed anyone."
Deep Throat: "Maybe I'm not the liar." ---

CSM: (After the Roman A'Clef disaster on bench) "Like is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a . . . a peanut butter cup or a . . . English toffee. But they're gone too fast and taste . . . fleeting. So you end up with nothing but... broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth- shattering nuts. If you're desperate enough to eat those then . . . all you got left is a . . . is an empty box, filled with useless brown paper wrappers." ---

Frohike: "So far, this is based only on a story I read in one of my weekly subscriptions that rang a few bells."