To Scully:
"I hope you're not suggesting that what this car hit was a man, Agent Scully, because there's no way."
To Scully:
"I admit to the coincidence but you know as well as I that if a man were here he'd be splattered from here to
tomorrow and there's just no evidence of that."
To Scully:
"You know I hate to ruin your beautiful theory with ugly facts but stop to examine the incident. If a man were
standing here, the driver would have stopped."
To Scully:
"Yes, but if nothing less than a block of steel could stop this car then, ipso facto, it could not have been a man standing in the street last night."
To Scully:
"Pulled? You mean, someone just reached right in and..."
To Scully:
"I saw guys take hits in the war that kept right on fighting, holding their insides in their hands. I know it's not
impossible. But to do this to a man's head after taking two barrels of buckshot..."
To Scully:
"Thing called smart metals. It's pretty incredible-- metal alloys designed to rebuild themselves."
To Scully:
"What are you saying? Ray Pearce has become some kind of metal man? Because that only happens
in the movies, Agent Scully."
To Scully:
"Except that he's still a man, Agent Scully and he's going to act and think like one even if he is more powerful than a speeding locomotive."
To Scully:
"I've busted a lot of killers, Agent Scully and dollars for doughnuts, they fit a profile. But the Ray Pearce in this file is no murderer let alone a guy that would hunt down his friends and crush their skulls."
To Scully:
"You'd better hope it does 'cause if it doesn't, he's coming after you and I don't know if we can stop him."
To Scully:
"You might be interested to know that your husband just broke through a second-story wall and eluded a dozen cops at St. Clare house. That please you, Mrs. Pearce? Does it please you to know that he killed a young woman there, a volunteer named Larina Jackson?"
To Scully:
"A machine? Come on, a machine doesn't know blame, Agent Scully."
