The X-Files Season 6 Episode 20

Frohike: They're just lucky I got a conscience.
Langly: How's that?
Frohike: If I unleashed my true kung-fu on this casino, I could break the bank within a week.
Langly: Yeah, and find yourself buried under six feet of desert dirt.
Timothy Landau: Hey guys.
Frohike: Hey Timmy. I'm sorry about Jimmy.
Timothy Landau: Hey Langly, the guys are all up in my room for a round of Dungeons and Dragons, in honor of Jimmy.
Langly: Lord Manhammer will be in attendance. (to Frohike) I'm going to go play a little D&D, uh, in memoriam.
Frohike: That's touching, man.

Langly: Three thousand dollars... I told you to fold. It should have been me in there playing, why does Byers get to do the undercover?
Frohike: 'Cause this ain't Woodstock.
(Grabs Langly's hair)
Byers: Did we at least get some usable prints off the drink glasses?
Frohike: What, are you kidding? I had to leave them all behind. How we going to salvage this?
Langly: We're not. This convention's a bust. Five days and three grand invested and we got bupkis to show for it.
Byers: Who was that player, anyway? The guy who made us, he wasn't wearing a convention badge.
Langly: Nobody ever said his name.
Byers: I think he's worth looking into.

Byers: (voiceover) My name is John Fitzgerald Byers. I was named after our 35th president, and I keep having this beautiful dream. In my dream, the events of November 22nd, 1963, never happened. In it, my namesake was never assassinated. Other things are different, too, in my dream. My country is hopeful and innocent; young again. Young in spirit. My fellow citizens trust their elected officials, never once having been betrayed by them. My government is truly 'of the people, by the people, for the people'. All my hopes for my country, for myself... all are fulfilled. I have everything a person could want; home and family... and love. Everything that counts for anything in life... I have it. But the dream ends the same way every time. I lose it all.

Langly: You know Byers, growing old with us isn't that bad.
Frohike: Come on, Langly, do you really want him to kill himself?

Timmy: (To Frohike) Hey, cutie.

Frohike: Scully?
Scully: Oh, hey Hickey! Long time, no see!
(A man whispers something about Frohike in Scully's ear)
Scully: No, that's not nice. I like Hickey!

Langly: So, you're done with Jimmy?
Scully: Done, done, done.

Scully: (On the phone with The Lone Gunmen, who are posing as Mulder) I trust you, Mulder. It's the Three Stooges I'm not so sure about.

Langly: Uhhhm, Scully? What killed him?
Scully: My medical opinion? BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! (claps hands loudly)

Scully: (Asks for a cigarette lighter, and a group of men each offer her one) Well! I just can't decide who lights my fire!

Timmy: You know the best thing about killing you three... I won't have to dress like you any more.

(Byers has his head in the ice bucket)
Langly: Byers is trying to kill himself.
Frohike: Stop trying to kill yourself, Byers, it's not deep enough.

Langly: Doo-doo, kaa-kaa, poo-poo.
Jimmy: Oh, go brush your hair, Michael Bolton.

Byers: Susanne Modeski is dead. Every computer in every county, state, federal office knows it. This is who you are now.
Susanne Modeski: Come with me.
Byers: You'll be safer without me.
Susanne Modeski: It doesn't make a difference. I told you, I'm going public.
Byers: No, you're not. You've done more than enough. Leave it to us now, it's what we do. Susanne puts a gold ring in Byers' hand.
Susanne Modeski: It was meant for Grant. I want you to have it. Some day.

Scully: Oh man, I am gonna kick their asses.

Frohike: She's going to kick our ass. What do you need Scully for, anyway?
Byers: We're up against agents of the government. We need our own government agent.
Langly: And that would be Mulder. Why do you want just Scully?
Frohike: She's going to kick our ass.
Byers: Mulder's too high profile. He's virtually a household name to the black ops who kidnapped Susanne in Baltimore.

Langley: You gonna be alright?
Scully: Sure, cutie.