The X-Files Season 7 Episode 11

Scully: Mulder, where did you go?
Mulder: End of the road.

Mulder: You know, I never stop to think... that the light is billions of years old by the time we see it. From the beginning of time right past us into the future. Nothing is ancient in the universe. But, maybe they are souls, Scully. Traveling through time as starlight, looking for homes.

Mulder: He's okay. It's okay.
Harold Piller: My son? You saw my son?
Mulder: He's dead. They're all dead, Harold. Your son, Amberlynn, and my sister.
Harold Piller: No.
Mulder: Harold, you see so much, but you refuse to see him. You refuse to let him go. But you have to let him go now, Harold. He's protected. He's in a better place. They're all in a better place. We both have to let go, Harold.
Harold Piller: You're wrong. I'm going to find him. I don't believe you.
Scully: Mulder, what happened? Are you sure you're all right?
Mulder: I'm fine. I'm free.

Scully: I got it, Mulder. I couldn't believe it when I saw it. It was like it was looking for me. Sergeant's blotter, 1979. (The report read: 'Approximately 14 year old girl picked up. Runaway claims she was held hostage... hospital for exam.')
Mulder: What are you talking about?
Scully: The description matches your sister.

Scully: This is the document that effectively calls off the search for your sister, Mulder. And it's signed with the initials 'CGBS'. CGB Spender. The smoking man. He was involved with this back in '73.
Mulder: Well, that's not exactly a revelation, Scully. He was a friend of my father's.
Scully: Mulder, you told me you believe that he's the man that killed your father. That he's the man who's done nothing but confound your work. Who's come close to killing you and here he's ordering people to stop looking for your sister.
Mulder: I don't see what you think this proves or how you think it's going to help me find her now.
Scully: You don't want to press him?
Mulder: It's a dead end. He's never been of any help and he's not going to be of any help now. Look, I'm pursuing this my own way, all right? I got to go.

Mulder: They said the birds refused to sing and the thermometer fell suddenly... as if God Himself had His breath stolen away. No one there dared speak aloud, as much in shame as in sorrow. They uncovered the bodies one by one. The eyes of the dead were closed as if waiting for permission to open them. Were they still dreaming of ice cream and monkey bars? Of birthday cake and no future but the afternoon? Or had their innocence been taken along with their lives, buried in the cold earth so long ago? These fates seemed too cruel, even for God to allow. Or are the tragic young born again when the world's not looking? I want to believe so badly; in a truth beyond our own, hidden and obscured from all but the most sensitive eyes... In the endless procession of souls, in what cannot and will not be destroyed. I want to believe we are unaware of God's eternal recompense and sadness. That we cannot see His truth. That that which is born still lives and cannot be buried in the cold earth. But only waits to be born again at God's behest... where in ancient starlight we lay, in repose.

Harold: We're gonna need to hold hands.
Scully: What do you mean?
Harold: I'm going to try and... summon their presence into the house.
Scully: Aw, yay. A séance. I haven't done that since high school.
Mulder: Well maybe afterwards we can play Post Man and Spin the Bottle.