SAILOR 1: What's that? Eh?

MULDER: My name's Mulder. Fox Mulder.

SAILOR 2: That a name? Mulder?

MULDER: I got ID in my pocket.

SAILOR 1: "Fox Mulder, Federal Bureau of Investigation." Sorry, mate, never heard of it!

MULDER: Never heard of it?

SAILOR 2: Tell you what we do with foxes. Care to know?

MULDER: I'll tell you. I'll tell you. We're two degrees above the 30th parallel. Sargasso Sea. Just above the Tropic of Cancer. 64 degrees West by Southwest. Off the Plantagenet bank 60 miles South-southwest off Bermuda. How would I know that if I'd been in the water?

CAPTAIN HARBURG: Aye, that's a damn good question, lad. I'm waiting for a damn good answer.

MULDER: Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me that you haven't been able to get accurate compass readings. That navigation's been a real bitch. It's because you've been caught in something called "The Devil's Triangle." I can show you on the chart here. (crosses to wall chart) It goes from Bermuda down to Puerto Rico and back up to Florida. The Queen Anne is stuck here on the Eastern edge of it. You've been caught in some kind of time warp. In some kind of limbo dimension and now you've popped out the other side into 1998.

CAPTAIN HARBURG: I'm done fooling about, man. There's a war on. And in it or no, I don't plan to lose me mind nor me ship to the likes of a jackal like you.

MULDER: You can relax. There's no war going on. The world is at peace. There's a little trouble over at our White House but that'll blow over, so to speak.

LANGLY: ... all we can do is wait and hope for the best.

FROHIKE: Yeah, but expect the worst.

SKINNER: Use your head, Scully. It'll save your ass.

SCULLY: Save your own ass, sir. You'll save your head along with it.

MULDER: Hey, Scully.

SCULLY: Yes?

MULDER: I love you.

SCULLY: Oh, brother...