The X-Files Season 6 Episode 18

Scully: Mulder, you are making critical assumptions without any facts. What about time of death, what about- what-
(Mulder stops, grabs Scully, and spins around so she's standing in his place and he's taken her spot) Mulder, what are you doing?
Mulder: Well, you're about to argue my usual side, aren't you?
Scully: Why couldn't he have imagined it? Why couldn't he just be in the killer's head?
Mulder: You read his book. You read what he wrote about you. Are you trying to tell me he got inside your head? That what I read is true?
Scully: (Doesn't meet his eyes) Mulder, of course not.

Scully: How is it you think you know me so well, Mr. Padgett?
Padgett: I'm writing about you.
Scully: Since when?
Padgett: Since I noticed you. You live in my old neighborhood.
Scully: And you moved into this building by coincidence?
Padgett: No.
Scully: You moved here because of me.
Padgett: There wasn't anything available in your building. And it wasn't like you spent a lot of time at home.

Padgett: (Typing) The overture in the church had urged the beautiful agent's partner into an act of Hegelian self-justification. Expeditiously violating the Fourth Amendment against mail theft, he prepared to impudently infract the First. But if she'd predictably aroused her sly partner's suspicions, Special Agent Dana Scully had herself become simply aroused. ... What would her partner think of her?

Mulder: You weren't joking about being late. I was about to start slicing and dicing myself.

Padgett: (To Scully) I have to admit, I noticed you. I do that - notice people. I saw that you wear a gold cross around your neck so I was taking a chance with the painting - explaining something you may have already known. I saw Georgetown parking permits on your car dating from 1993 and a government exempt sticker that lets you park anywhere you like. You don't live in this area, but as a federal employee you have reason to frequent it. You're fit, with muscular calves, so you must exercise or run. There's a popular running route right nearby that you might use at lunch or after work. You'd have noticed this church in passing, and though parking is always a problem in this part of town, your special privileges would make it easy to visit. Not as a place of worship, but beacuse you have an appreciation for architecture and the arts. And while the grandeur is what you take away when you visit, this painting's religious symbolism would have left its impression, jogged by the gift you received this morning.
Scully: That was from you?
Padgett: I have to admit to a secret attraction. I'm sorry I didn't include a note explaining that, but you didn't know me then.
Scully: Yeah and I don't know you now. And I don't care to.
Padgett: I see this is making you uncomfortable and I'm sorry. It's just that I'm taken with you. That never happens to me. We're alike that way.

Padgett: (narrating) Preconsciously, she knew this wasn't her strength as an investigator. She was a marshal of cold facts, quick to organize, connect, shuffle, reorder and synthesize their relative hard values into discrete categories. Imprecision would only invite sexist criticism that she was soft, malleable. Not up to her male counterparts. Even now, as she pushed an errant strand of titian hair behind her hair, she worried her partner would know what she could simply guess. To be thought of as simply a beautiful woman was bridling - unthinkable. But she was beautiful. Fatally, stunningly prepossesing. Yet the compensatory respect she commanded only deepened the yearnings of her heart. To let it open, to let someone in.

Scully: Maybe it has something to do with his next victim, maybe he's taunting you.
Mulder: Maybe it's not me at all. Maybe he sent it to you. Maybe it's a secret admirer.
Scully: (Scoffs) I think I'll check it out.
Mulder: Actually, let me. You've got a 9am with a D.C. medical examiner. He's going to let you autopsy the latest victim.
Scully: (Sarcastically) Thank you for making my schedule, but I think I'm going to have to be late for that appointment.

Padgett: Agent Mulder, my book... did you like it?
Mulder: Maybe if it were fiction.

Padgett: I made a mistake myself.
Mulder: What's that, Mr. Padgett?
Padgett: In my book, I'd written that Agent Scully falls in love but that's obviously impossible. (looking at Mulder) Agent Scully is already in love.