(I’m posting my backlog of short essays about The X-Files, and will go back to fill in late-S3/early-S4 shortly.)
‘…how do I die?’ ‘You don’t.’
The smile on Bruckman’s face as he delivers that good news to Scully has been, for me, one of the emotional high points of the show. And the look on Scully’s face when she finds Bruckman in bed at the last, his…
Oh…comedy. Here we have a farcical version of Carrie/The Craft/’Gingerbread’ from Buffy (several years before that episode was written…spoooooky!!), with two magical teenage girls doing some killing and Mulder and Scully…
Why write one line when you can write five? Why…
‘Nothing disappears without a trace.’
If it hasn’t been clear since at least Mulder’s teary missing-Samantha moment in the church in ‘Conduit,’ I hope it’s clear now: Mulder isn’t actually chasing ‘the truth about…
‘I’m gonna modem it out to you immediately, see if you can…
‘I’ve heard the truth, Mulder. Now what I want are the answers.’
…and…
‘Think I’m bluffing?’
‘Paper Clip’ is…a jumble.
The one with the Navajo resurrection spell (lucky Mulder found a high-level cleric out here on the borderlands, eh?) and the unintentionally brilliant couplet, ‘It wasn’t a dream?’/’Yes.’