SCULLY: What are you watching?
MULDER: Something that just came in the mail.
SCULLY: That's not your usual brand of entertainment.
SCULLY: What is it?
MULDER: According to the magazine ad I answered, it's an alien autopsy. Guaranteed authentic.
SCULLY: You spent money for this?
SCULLY: You can't even see what they're operating on!
MULDER: But it, it does look authentic.
MULDER: I mean, the setting and the procedures. I mean, it does look as if an actual autopsy is being performed, doesn't it?
SCULLY: Well, technically, I don't know why they would be wearing gas masks.
MULDER: Well, maybe it's this green substance they seem to be extracting from the subject.
MULDER: Can you identify that?
SCULLY: Olive oil? Snake oil? I suppose you think it's alien blood.
MULDER: It's widely held that aliens don't have blood, Scully.
SCULLY: I guess that begs the question, if this is an alien autopsy...
MULDER: Where's the alien.
MULDER: But what, what's so intriguing to me is the striking lack of detail here.
SCULLY: Well, What do you want for twenty-nine ninety-five?
MULDER: No, that, that autopsy you saw on TV was so fake precisely because it tried to show too much.
SCULLY: And this is real because it doesn't?
SKINNER: Agent Mulder, Scully.
SCULLY: This is a surprise, sir.
MULDER: You don't, uh, speak Japanese by any chance, do you?
SKINNER: Yeah, I'm afraid you're gonna have to release him.
MULDER: What are you talking about?
SKINNER: According to the Japanese Diplomatic Corps, the man you arrested is a high-ranking diplomat.
MULDER: This man, sitting in here?
SKINNER: That's Kazuo Sakurai.
MULDER: Oh, I didn't get his name. I was too busy getting my ass kicked.
SCULLY: I don't know, Mulder, it just doesn't track. What would a Japanese diplomat be doing in that house with a dead man with his head stuffed in a pillowcase?
MULDER: Obviously not strengthening the international relations.
SCULLY: Well, what do you want to do now, drop it?
MULDER: No, I paid my twenty-nine ninety-five, Scully. I think I'm entitled to a few more answers, don't you think?
LOTTIE HOLLOWAY: Do you know about regression hypnosis?
SCULLY: I'm sorry. I don't think I'm ready to discuss this.
DIANE: You're afraid to remember, aren't you?
RICHARD MATHESON: I'm on the intelligence committee. Secrets are the only real currency we deal in.
MULDER: Then you already know what I'm up against.
RICHARD MATHESON: A good chess player knows which pieces to sacrifice... and when.
RICHARD MATHESON: Entangled in this past the point of being about to fully understand or expose it.
MULDER: What am I onto here?
RICHARD MATHESON: Monsters begetting monsters.
MULDER: His name is Doctor Takeo Ishimaru, he's been dead since 1965. He was the commander of an elite section of the Japanese medical corps known as "seven thirty-one," a unit now known to have experimented on human subjects. They performed vivisections without anesthesia... Tested frostbite tolerance levels on infants... Exposed innocent prisoners of war to diseases, the plague. Like their Nazi counterparts, they were never brought to justice.
MULDER: The work the Nazis were doing, trying to create an alien-human hybrid.
SCULLY: Mulder, that is still a fantasy.
MULDER: Scully, after all you've seen... after all you've told me you've seen. The tunnel with medical files, the, the beings moving past you, the... the implant in your neck, why do you refuse to believe?
SCULLY: Believing's the easy part, Mulder. I just need more than you, I need proof.
MULDER: You think that believing is easy?