13 Quotes by Les Martin

I didn't know you were a techie, Mulder.' said Scully...'I used to fool around with ham radios when I was a kid,' Mulder said, not looking up from his work.'Let me guess why,' said Scully. 'Ever succeed in making contact with a spaceship?'...'No,' said Mulder. 'But it wasn't from lack of trying.

Scully liked neatness and order. This office was her notion of a nightmare. She had no idea how Mulder ever found anything he wanted. But he always seemed to.

Scully was doing the driving, which she preferred. Mulder knew only two speeds: fast and faster.

Mulder gave a crooked smile of welcome. 'Sorry,' he said, 'Nobody down here but the F.B.I.'s most unwanted.

Scully could see that Mulder might be a nice guy. Well-meaning. Talented. With his heart in the right place.But his head was definitely screwed on wrong.

I have to admit, this place gives me the creeps.' [said Scully].'The creeps?' said Mulder with a smile. 'Just because a bunch of big, strong men cleared out so fast they didn't finish their food? And then vanished into thin air? Don't be silly. I'm sure there's a nice scientific explanation. Oh, sorry Scully. You're the one who's supposed to be telling me that, right?

Mulder, I want you to meet your new assistant. Special Agent Dana Scully, Fox Mulder.''An assistant? Nice to know I'm suddenly so highly regarded.' Mulder turned to Scully. 'Who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, Scully?

They vanished in the same forest without a trace. Not one of them was ever found or heard from again.''And you suspect what?' Scully asked. 'Bigfoot maybe?''Not likely,' Mulder answered deadpan. 'That's a lot of flannel to choke down. Even for Bigfoot.'Scully sighed. She should have known better than to joke about Bigfoot to Mulder. Bigfoot wasn't a joke to him.

With his bare hands Mulder dug at the loose earth. After a minute, he said, 'I've go it. I just have to pull it out and-'He got no further.He and Scully were blinded by a high power flashlight.When their vision cleared, they saw the sheriff looming over them, brandishing an ugly-looking .45.'May I ask what you're doing?' he growled.Mulder held up what he had found in the earth: a piece of raw potato.'Exhuming your potato,' was all he could say.