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The X-Files :: The Unnatural (06x19)
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| Title: | The Unnatural |
| Episode #: | 06x19 |
| Production Number: | 6X20 |
| Original Airdate: | Sunday April 25th, 1999 |
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Mulder and Scully find an old case involving a star player in the Negro Baseball League who has an unbelievable batting average and an incredible secret.
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(Scully takes an ice cream cone out of a paper bag and eats it as Mulder watches)
Mulder: Did you bring enough ice cream to share with the rest of the class?
Scully: It's not ice cream. It's a nonfat Tofutti rice dreamsicle.
Mulder: Ugh! Bet the air in my mouth tastes better than that. You sure know how to live it up, Scully.
Scully: Oh, you're Mister Live It Up. Mulder, you're really...Mister Squeeze Every Last Drop Out Of This Sweet Life, aren't you? On this precious Saturday, you've got us grabbing life by the testes. Stealing reference books from the FBI library in order to go through New Mexico newspaper obituaries for the years 1940 to 1949. And for what joyful purpose?
Mulder: Looking for anomalies, Scully. Do you know how many so-called flying disc reports there were in New Mexico in the 1940s?
Scully: (Interrupts Mulder) I don't care. Mulder, this is a needle in a haystack. These poor souls have been dead for 50 years. Let them rest in peace. Let sleeping dogs lie.
Mulder: Well, I won't sit idly by as you hurl clichés at me. Preparation is the father of inspiration.
Scully: Necessity is the mother of invention.
Mulder: The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Scully: Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may die.
Mulder: I scream, you scream, we all scream (Slowly begins to move) for nonfat Tofutti rice dreamsicle.
(Mulder grabs Scully's ice cream cone from her hand, taking a bite and spilling the contents onto the old newpapers below)
Scully: Noooo!
| Mulder: Mr. Dales, if you and your brother have really known about this bounty hunter and plans for colonization for the last 50 years why the hell wouldn't you have told anybody?
Dales: Nobody'd believe me.
Mulder: Well, I would have believed you.
Dales: No. You weren't...ripe.
Mulder Not ripe? Let me tell you something. I have been ripe for years. I am way past ripe. I'm so ripe, I'm rotten. This cuts to the very heart of the mystery of what I've been doing with my life for the last ten years.
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