Sixth Extinction 2: Amor Fati (7x04)
written by Chris Carter and David Duchovny
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: I'm giving you a choice.
MULDER: What choice?
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: Life or death. Your account is squared -- with me, with God, with the IRS, with the FBI. Rise out of your bed and come with me.
MULDER: I'm dying, you idiot. If I could get up, I'd kick your ass.
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: Don't be so dramatic. Only part of you is dying. The part that played the hero. You've suffered enough - for the X-Files, for your partner, for the world. You're not Christ. You're not Prince Hamlet. You're not even Ralph Nader. You can walk out of this hospital and the world will forget you. Arise.
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: At some point I realized that if the Syndicate didn't kill you the FBI would. If the FBI didn't kill you your own misguided heroism would. There's really no way out for you. There's no way for you to cheat death except by disappearing.
MULDER: A man can't just disappear.
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: Oh, we've made entire cultures disappear.
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: Can I offer you a cigarette?
MULDER: I don't smoke.
DEEP THROAT: They can change your name but they can't change the things you love.
MULDER: It can't be. You're dead.
DEEP THROAT: No. No, just really relaxed.
MULDER: Scully... saw you get shot... on the bridge six years ago. Sure, you're... dead.
DEEP THROAT: One, uh, well-placed bullet... A punctuation mark in a man's life and you get to start a whole new chapter. I'm fine, son. Aside from a little tennis elbow.
MULDER: I felt responsible for your death.
DEEP THROAT: You can let that go. Clearly, I'm alive.
SCULLY: Bum a cigarette, Agent Fowley?
DIANA FOWLEY: I don't smoke.
SCULLY: Really? I could swear I smell cigarette smoke on you.
ALBERT HOSTEEN: You don't look in the right place.
SCULLY: I don't think you're hearing me.
ALBERT HOSTEEN: You don't know where he is?
SCULLY: Even if I did I wouldn't know how to save him. This science makes no sense to me.
ALBERT HOSTEEN: Have you looked for him here?
SCULLY: Are you asking me to pray?
ALBERT HOSTEEN: There are more worlds than the one you can hold in your hand.