QUOTES

Mulder: (voiceover) They said the birds refused to sing and the thermometer fell suddenly as if God himself had his breath stolen away. No one there dared speak aloud, as much in shame as in sorrow. They uncovered the bodies one by one. The eyes of the dead were closed as if waiting for permission to open them. Were they still dreaming of ice cream and monkey bars? Of birthday cake and no future but the afternoon? Or had their innocence been taken along with their lives buried in the cold earth so long ago? These fates seemed too cruel, even for God to allow. Or are the tragic young born again when the world's not looking? I want to believe so badly; in a truth beyond our own hidden and obscured from all but the most sensitive eyes . . . In the endless procession of souls . . . in what cannot and will not be destroyed. I want to believe we are unaware of God's eternal recompense and sadness. That we cannot see His truth. That that which is born still lives and cannot be buried in the cold earth. But only waits to be born again at God's behest . . . where in ancient starlight we lay in repose. ---

Scully: Mulder, I know you wanted to find her out there.
Mulder: He's got hours of video of her.
Scully: I'm talking about your sister. I know that's who you're looking for.
Mulder: Yeah. You don't know how badly I wanted her to be in one of those graves. As hard as it is to admit, I wanted to find her here riding her bike like all these other kids. I guess I just want it to be over. ---

Older Agent: Word of advice, me to you: Let it be. You know, there's some wounds that are just too painful ever to be reopened.
Scully: Well, this particular wound has never healed. And Mulder deserves closure, just like anyone. ---

CSM: Got it all figured out, don't you, Agent Scully?
Scully: All but why you can't just come to the door and knock.
CSM: I did that. No one answered.
Scully: You're sick.
CSM: I had an operation. ---

Scully: You were institutionalized, diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Harold: I've got that under control. ---

Harold: We're going to need to hold hands.
Scully: What do you mean?
Harold: I'm going to try and summon their presence into the house.
Scully: Oh, yay. A séance. I haven't done that since high school.
Mulder: Maybe afterwards we can play postman and spin the bottle. ---

Mulder: (reading from Samantha's writings) "They did more tests today, but not the horrible kind. I was awake and they made me lay still . . . while they shined lights in my eyes. They asked me questions, but I always lie now and tell them what they want to hear, just to make them stop. I hate them and I hate the way they treat me . . . like I'm an old suitcase they can just drag around and open up whenever they want to. They know I hate them, but they don't even care."
Mulder: This is 1979. She's 14 years old here. 14 years old. Mulder turns the pages to later entries. Scully watches Mulder.) ---

Mulder: (reading from Samantha's writings) "Sometimes I think my memories were taken by the doctors but not all of them. I remember faces. I think I had a brother... with brown hair, who used to tease me. I hope someday he reads this and knows I wish I could see his face for real." ---

(Looking up at the stars) Mulder: You know, we never stop to think . . . that the light is billions of years old by the time we see it. From the beginning of time right past us into the future. Nothing is ancient in the universe. Maybe they are souls, Scully. Traveling through time as starlight looking for homes. I wonder what my mother saw. And I wonder what she was trying to tell me. ---

Mulder: I have this . . . powerful feeling and I can't explain it, but that . . . this is the end of the road. That I've been brought here to learn the truth. ---

Scully(after Mulder returns from the woods): Mulder, where did you go?
Mulder: End of the road. ---

Scully: Mulder, what happened? Are you sure you're all right?
Mulder: I'm fine . . . I'm free.