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Scully: Earlier this morning, I got a call from the police,
asking me to come to Agent Mulder's apartment. A
detective asked me ... he needed me to identify a
body...
Blevins: Agent Scully ...
Scully: Agent Mulder died late last night from an apparent
self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
"The X-Files: Gethsemane"
Mulder: Go ahead.
Scully: No, you go ahead.
Mulder: No, no. Be my guest. I know how much you like snapping
on the latex.
(Scully snaps on rubber gloves)
Mulder: This may not be any time to mention it, but somebody
is wearing my favourite perfume.
"The X-Files: Syzygy"
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