Mr Gordon: We were really hoping to buy a boat.
Clyde: Mr. Gordon, uh, as a young husband, I think you're going to find that your new responsibilities to your family take precedent over your recreational needs.
Mr Gordon: But this is a really good boat.
Clyde: You don't get it, do you, kid? Two years from now, while driving down Route 91... coming home to your wife and baby daughter... you're going to be hit head-on by a drunk... driving a blue '87 mustang. You'll end up looking worse than sixty feet of bad road your body slides across... after flying out your front windshield.
Mr Gordon: Mister... you really need to work on your closing technique.

Clyde: You're looking down. You stepped in a pie that's fallen of the floor. The killer comes to you and... Coconut Cream.
Mulder: What?
Clyde: The pie... eh, coconut cream or, or is it lemon meringue?

Bruckman tells Mulder that he has the same recurring dream every night, where he is lying naked in a field of red tulips. However, he is shown wearing a T-shirt and underwear.