7ABX21 Je Souhaite [I Wish]
Writer: Vince Gilligan
Director: Vince Gilligan
Original Broadcast: AU: 09.08.2000 US: 14.05.2000
Episode Availability: DVD: AU CA UK US
Special Agent Dana Scully · Gillian Anderson
Special Agent Fox Mulder · David Duchovny
Morgue Attendant · Brett Bell
Jay Gilmore · Paul Hayes
Assistant Director Walter Skinner · Mitch Pileggi
Leslie Stokes · Will Sasso
Jenn · Paula Sorge
Anson Stokes · Kevin Weisman
An indifferent genie grants three wishes, but her offerings bring more mayhem than fortune.
Mulder: [to Jay Gilmore] "Can I get you some coffee? Water? Anything?" [Scully enters the office]
Mulder: "Morning. Special Agent Dana Scully, this is, uh, this is Jay Gilmore."
[Jay Gilmore's mouth is raw flesh held together by stitches. Scully recoils in shock, but quickly recovers]
Scully: "Nice to meet you."
Jay Gilmore: "Nice to meet..." [He has trouble saying 'you'] "Likewise."
Mulder: "Mr Gilmore came all the way to see us from Missouri, the 'Show Me' state."
Jay Gilmore: "They told me you were the people to best understand my situ... My sit..."
Mulder: "It's okay. Uh, this is Mr Gilmore's... situation. This condition came on very suddenly about a month ago." [He shows Scully the file with pictures of Jay Gilmore's mouthless face]
Jay Gilmore: "Anson Stokes — he did this to me. I don't know how, I just... I know it was him."
Mulder: "Anson Stokes is a former employee at the, uh, self-storage yard that Mr Gilmore owns. Uh, apparently, there was some bad blood between you two."
Jay Gilmore: "He told me to shut up! Huh?!" [he points to his mouth]
Mulder: "Yeah. And then Mr Gilmore was, uh... stricken... Stricken... stricken, and Anson Stokes was nowhere to be found. He resurfaced several days later and the police wanted to question him. But he refused."
Jay Gilmore: "Do you know what he said? He said they had nothing on him."
Mulder: "Well, and to be fair, sir, they didn't — they don't."
Jay Gilmore: "They had to make me a whole new mouth. Do you think Blue Cross is going to pay for this? Uh-uh. I demand justice!"
Scully: "Look, Mulder, all I'm saying is that..."
Mulder: "I know — this may not be a crime and this guy Stokes may not know anything about it."
Scully: "But there is a condition called microstomia — 'small mouth' — which is, uh, it's brought on by the disease scleroderma and it's the overproduction of collagen and it can actually reduce a person's mouth to a tiny little opening."
Mulder: "Yeah, but that takes months to develop, right? It doesn't just happen in the blink of an eye. Gilmore's surgeons are stumped. They're writing it up in the New England Journal of Medicine."
Scully: "Well, there's always nasal aplasia — the complete absence of a nose."
Mulder: "That's a nose, Scully; we're talking mouth here."
Scully: "Yeah, but what we're talking, Mulder, is medical — physiological — not criminal. Not as far as I can see."
Mulder: "Well, maybe, but I still want to know why Anson Stokes doesn't want to talk to the police."
Scully: "Mulder..." [They stop walking and stare at the enormous yacht sitting on the ground next to one of the trailers] "That's a little... out of place, wouldn't you say?"
Mulder: "A little bit."
Scully: "Hi. We're looking for a Mr Anson Stokes."
Leslie Stokes: "He's not here."
Scully: "Well, do you happen to know when he's coming back? Well, we are, uh, Agents Mulder and Scully from the FBI."
Leslie Stokes: "Oh, the boat's... the boat's not ours. The boat... I'm... we're just holding it for someone, and, you know — they pay the taxes on it."
Leslie Stokes: "Anson's not here." [He starts to close the door, but Mulder holds it open]
Mulder: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's your name?"
Leslie Stokes: "Leslie Stokes."
Mulder: "Oh, you're Anson's brother?" [He sees Jenn standing in the kitchen] "Hi, there." [to Leslie Stokes] "We're not here to talk about the boat, Leslie. We want to talk to your brother about his former employer. Mr Gilmore?"
Scully: "And the, uh... unfortunate condition that he's found himself in. Would you happen to know anything about that?"
Leslie Stokes: "What, the mouth thing? Yeah, well, that — you know, that's just, uh, that's, like... chemicals."
Leslie Stokes: "Yeah, you know, like, people store weird chemicals, well like... my brother one time, he smelled this weird smell? You know, he's just a guy with a meth lab, like in one of the storage units, so you know, that's actually probably something you guys should look into — take a look into that... you know, I'm going to get going, so I'm going to go, okay?"
Mulder: "Now I see what's going on here." [He nods to himself, Scully looks at him in surprise and he shakes his head]
Scully: "Well, according to Gilmore, he was standing right where I am when it happened."
Mulder: "Well, I don't smell any weird chemical smells. You still have both your lips."
Scully: "Apparently, everything is left as it was."
Mulder: "Hey... 1978." [He holds up an old calendar] "It's been a long time since any of this stuff has seen the light of day."
Scully: "Well, it's too bad, Mulder. Underneath all this dust, this furniture is really wonderful."
Mulder: "Oh, well, you want to hit some yard sales while we're out here?"
Scully: "Mulder, this furniture is expensive, very expensive."
Mulder: "What's your point?"
Scully: "My point is that, uh... there's a lot of money sitting around here and maybe something's missing."
Mulder: "Like what?"
Scully: "I don't know — jewellery. I mean, Anson Stokes opened up this storage unit and then he just disappeared."
Mulder: "And winds up with the Titanic in his driveway?"
Scully: "Mm-hmm. There's your crime: Theft."
Mulder: "That still doesn't explain what happened to Gilmore."
Mulder: "Hey, Scully, check this out." [He shows her a picture of a balding, overweight Seventies playboy with a scantily clad girl on each arm]
Scully: "Ouch." [Jenn is also in the picture]
Mulder: "This woman look familiar to you?"
Scully: "That's the woman from the trailer."
Mulder: "That's the young woman from the trailer. How many centuries now has disco been dead?"
Anson Stokes: "Two down. Two down, I got nothing to show for it."
Leslie Stokes: "You got the boat."
Anson Stokes: "And what the hell good is that? Huh? That thing is like a big... you know, big..."
Jenn: "White elephant?"
Anson Stokes: "What? I'm sorry. What does that mean?"
Jenn: "It's a big expensive item that serves no purpose and is ultimately more trouble than it's worth."
Anson Stokes: "So what the hell did you give it to me for?"
Jenn: "Because you asked for it."
Anson Stokes: "Fine. You know what? I can appreciate that. That's... but don't you think maybe you could've found some fricking water to put it in?"
Jenn: "You didn't specify water."
Anson Stokes: "I got to specify that you put a boat in the fricking water? That is a given. Fricking white elephant. I can't even pay the taxes on it."
Leslie Stokes: "Why don't you just, uh, use your last wish to get rid of it?"
Anson Stokes: "You want me to put you in a home or something, maybe, right now? Because I just told you, Leslie, that I wasted two wishes, okay? And I am not... are you listening? I am not going to waste the third. All right? Come on. Come on. We got to concentrate here. Now, let me figure this out. Let me figure this out. Third wish, third wish, third wish, final wish. Hey, I'm just spit-balling here, all right? If I happen to say, 'I wish', by accident, that does not count, not until I am absolutely ready, okay?"
Jenn: "You could always give that guy his mouth back."
Anson Stokes: "Hey, all I said was that I wish Jay would shut the hell up. If you feel bad about what you did to him, fix it on your own dime, okay?"
Jenn: "It doesn't work like that."
Anson Stokes: "Whatever. Leslie, would you help me out here?"
Leslie Stokes: "Uh... Money. Wish for money."
Anson Stokes: "Yeah, okay, that's not bad. That's not bad, that's not bad, but don't you think maybe we should think of something that would, generate money instead of the, actually the money itself?"
Jenn: "Brains? Talent? Hard work?"
Leslie Stokes: "Uh... A money machine. Huh?"
Anson Stokes: "That's not... but something better. Something better. Okay, but..."
Leslie Stokes: "An infinite number of wishes?"
Anson Stokes: "Okay."
Jenn: "Just three boys. Settle down."
Anson Stokes: "Damn it, this is hard."
Jenn: "You know, I have a thought. Granted, it's pretty obvious." [She indicates Leslie Stokes sitting in his wheel chair]
Anson Stokes: "What? What, what, what?" [Jenn indicates Leslie Stokes' legs] "What?"
Leslie Stokes: "What?" [Jenn indicates Leslie Stokes' legs again]
Anson Stokes: "Seriously, what?"
Jenn: "Oh, forget it."
Anson Stokes: "I got it."
Leslie Stokes: "Yeah?"
Anson Stokes: "I got it. I got it, I got it, I got it. Okay. Okay. Are you ready? Because I am ready. I am absolutely ready. Okay, here goes. I wish that I could turn invisible... at will."
Jenn: "You're kidding."
Anson Stokes: "No, no. This is perfect. Yeah, I could have an advantage that nobody else on earth can have. I can, um, you know, spy and learn secret information, pick up stock tips."
Jenn: "Sneak into a women's locker room."
Anson Stokes: "Not just that, okay? I'm talking about James Bond type stuff. You know?"
Jenn: "Your wish is breathtaking in its unoriginality."
Anson Stokes: "You don't have to like it, all right? You just have to do it. Right?"
Anson Stokes: "My clothes are going to turn invisible, too, right?"
Jenn: "You didn't specify clothes."
Anson Stokes: "I know, but... screw it." [He starts stripping off his clothes]
Jenn: "Oh, God. Turn invisible please."
Anson Stokes: [voice] "Yes! Oh, man, this is awesome! Hey. Hey, brother. Hey, Leslie? I'm over here. Oop, I'm over here. Can you see me?" [He runs out the front door and trips over the garbage bins] "Oof. Ow! Damn it."
Leslie Stokes: "Anson, you all right?"
Anson Stokes: [voice] "Yeah, I am. I can't see my damn feet. Look out, world! Here I come! Whoo-hoo! I'm invisible! Invisible, baby! Whoo!"
Leslie Stokes: "Whoo-hoo!"
Anson Stokes: "Yes! You can't see me, can you!"
Leslie Stokes: "I..." [He looks around for Jenn] "Hey, uh...?"
[The invisible body of Anson Stokes is laying on the autopsy table, Scully has covered the body in yellow lycopodeum powder]
Mulder: "I think you missed a spot here. I can see straight through to his ass." [Scully applies more powder to the body] "This is Anson Stokes, huh?"
Scully: "It is. His dental records are a match. He was found about half a mile from his house. He was probably hit by a car or a truck or... something."
Mulder: "And he's invisible."
Scully: "Yes, he is. You know, Mulder, in the seven years that we've been working together I have seen some amazing things, but this? This takes the cake. It's... it's going to change the boundaries of science."
Mulder: "It is amazing, but I don't think it has anything to do with science. Remember Mr Saturday Night Fever?" [He holds up the picture that they found in the storage unit]
Mulder: "I did a little background checking. His real name is Henry Flanken. He redefined the term 'overnight success'. In 1977, his net worth was $36,000, and in 1978 it was $30 million. Then there is the interesting way in which Mr Flanken died."
Scully: "How's that?"
Mulder: "Chronic morbid tumescence."
Scully: "You don't mean what I think you mean?"
Mulder: "Sch-wing. On April 4, 1978, he was admitted to Gateway Memorial Hospital with an extreme priapic condition. Apparently, he was quite the specimen. They had to raise the doorframe in order to wheel him into his hospital room."
Scully: "Well, what does any of that have to do with this?" [He holds up a blown-up image of Jenn]
Mulder: "Well, I think our mystery woman is the link. About whom I can find no information whatsoever. I think she's responsible for all of this."
Scully: "But how?"
Mulder: "I... I don't know. But... we need to talk to her."
Scully: "Uh, I think that I should stay here with the body. I mean, I... you know, I don't think it's a good idea to leave him unguarded. You know, this is truly amazing."
Mulder: "I'm very sorry for your loss."
Leslie Stokes: "Anson didn't suffer, did he?"
Mulder: "No, I don't think he suffered. The part about him being invisible — that doesn't, uh, catch you off guard just a little bit?"
Leslie Stokes: "Uh..."
Mulder: "Leslie, there was a woman here earlier. Where is she now?"
Leslie Stokes: "She's, uh... she's gone."
Mulder: "Uh, let me tell you where I'm going with this. I think that woman is a jinniyah. Are you familiar with that term?"
Leslie Stokes: "No."
Mulder: "It's the feminine for jinni — as in a demon or spirit from Middle Eastern folklore." [Leslie Stokes looks blankly at Mulder, Mulder hums the theme from 'I Dream of Jeannie' to get his point across] "Yeah, except Barbara Eden never killed anybody. All right, now in Arabic mythology they speak of these beings that are composed of flame or air but take human form. They can perform certain tasks or grant certain wishes. They live in inanimate objects like a lamp or a ring. Is this beginning to sound familiar?"
Mulder: "Leslie, I believe your brother found just such an object in the storage facility, didn't he? He took possession of the jinniyah and he made some pretty outrageous requests, like Jay Gilmore's mouth and the yacht in the driveway."
Leslie Stokes: "Oh, wait, wait. You believe all that?"
Mulder: "I do. And, Leslie, for your own safety — so that what happened to your brother doesn't happen to you — I think you should hand over that object to me right now." [Leslie Stokes hands Mulder a hexagonal metal canister with an ornate top] "You're doing the right thing."
Mulder: "Hey, Scully, come check this out. Come on, he's not going anywhere. Come on."
Scully: [to Anson Stokes] "Bye." [She slides the body away and joins Mulder] "I have a group of researchers flying in from Harvard Medical. Can't wait to see their faces." [Mulder hands her the container Leslie Stokes gave him] "What's this?"
Mulder: "It's not what I hoped it would be. Judging from the odour coming inside, I think it's where the Stokes brothers keep their weed. But that's not what I wanted to show you. Recognise him?"
Scully: "Benito Mussolini."
Mulder: "How about her?"
Scully: "Your mystery woman. Or someone who looks a lot like her."
Mulder: "Well, the computer says it is her. I ran her through Quantico's facial recognition software and couldn't come up with a match in the known felon database. Then I took a flier and checked with the image bank at the national archives. Voila."
Scully: "Well, even if it is her, Mulder, what would she be doing with Mussolini?"
Mulder: "Or Richard Nixon, for that matter. I don't know. Except that they're both men who got all the power they ever wished for and then lost it."
Leslie Stokes: "See? I told you it'd look good in here. Nice rug. How do you breathe in that thing, huh?"
Jenn: "Can we just get this over with, please? Three wishes. Go."
Leslie Stokes: "Okay. Don't rush me, all right? I want to do this right. Got to be smarter than Anson was. Damn it, Anson."
Jenn: "Then, can I once again offer you a suggestion?"
Leslie Stokes: "Hmm?" [She indicates his legs] "What?"
Jenn: "This. Your disability? There was some tragedy involved
here, I assume."
Leslie Stokes: "Yeah, well, yeah, it was pretty tragic, I guess. Me and Anson were playing mailbox baseball. God, I miss that. And Anson's driving. I was leaning pretty far out the window there. Oh. You mean this?"
Leslie Stokes: "Yeah, you're right. I could wish for a solid gold
wheelchair. Man, that'd be sweet. I see what you're saying but you know what? There's something I want more than that." [He gazes at his brother's picture]
Leslie Stokes: "Okay. You know what? He's creeping me out. This isn't what I asked for. He's all weird and messed up."
Jenn: "He's been hit by a truck. What did you expect?"
Leslie Stokes: "I asked you to bring him back to normal."
Jenn: "You asked me to bring him back."
Leslie Stokes: "Okay, you know, the... Now, he's starting to smell bad! Come on — this isn't what I wanted! Look, he's got to at least be able to talk. Okay... You know what? That's my next wish. Wish number two: I wish Anson could talk."
Jenn: "No, you don't."
Leslie Stokes: "Yes, I do and that's final. I wish Anson could talk."
[Anson Stokes opens his mouth and begins one long, piercing scream. Leslie Stokes and Jenn both cover their ears]
Scully: "Oh, I should just shoot myself. Oh... I was so happy. I was so excited. What was I thinking? An invisible man?
Mulder: "You saw it. It was real."
Scully: "I don't know what I saw, Mulder. I do know that having that kind of proof in my hands it was just too good to be true."
Mulder: "I don't think that's why the body disappeared."
Scully: "Why did the body disappear?"
Mulder: "I think it was the result of a wish being granted."
Scully: "A wish? Whose wish?"
Mulder: "Well, who would want Anson Stokes back? I mean, really, really back."
Scully: "His brother, Leslie."
Leslie Stokes: "Well, this is no good."
Anson Stokes: "What did you do to me?"
Leslie Stokes: "What? You're back from the dead, man. What kind of gratitude is that?"
Anson Stokes: "What did you do to me?"
Leslie Stokes: "I wasted two wishes on you. That's what I did."
Anson Stokes: "I can't feel my heart. I can't feel my blood. I am yellow! I'm cold."
Leslie Stokes: "Screw this!"
Anson Stokes: "I'm cold. I'm cold."
Leslie Stokes: "I wasted two wishes on you. And a perfectly good bowl of corn flakes. There, I turned the heat up. Are you happy now? Huh? Are you happy? Is there anything else I can do for you there, buddy? What do you say? Maybe wipe your little yellow butt? Thanks for nothing."
Jenn: "You want to make your third wish, champ? I'd like to get
out of here before the blowflies hatch."
Leslie Stokes: "Yeah, I tell you what — my last wish is going to be for me, okay? It's going to be for me, you hear that, Anson? I wasted two wishes on you and you don't even give a damn about that! All right... third wish. Uh... let's see, I could wish for, uh... I could wish for money. No, everybody wishes for money."
Anson Stokes: "It's so cold."
Leslie Stokes: "No, um... or there's the invisibility thing. I guess that turned out pretty stupid though, huh? Anson? To be invisible! That was real smart, huh? Uh... X-ray eyes, maybe? No, that would be... hmm, like you said, solid gold wheelchair. Uh... wait, I got it — legs!"
[Anson Stokes, having broken the gas stove, finally succeeds in lighting a match. The trailer explodes violently]
Mulder: "Would you mind removing your eyewear, ma'am? Ah. Do you have a name?"
Jenn: "Not for a long time now."
Mulder: "How about if I call you Jenn? That's short for 'jinniyah'."
Scully: "The, uh... the fire department just recovered two bodies."
Mulder: "Leslie Stokes and his brother, Anson."
Scully: "Looks like it. And, uh, Anson Stokes is visible now. Of
course. But what I'd really love an explanation for is how his corpse got from my locked morgue all the way across town to the Mark Twain Trailer Park."
Jenn: "Ask him. He's got it all figured out."
Scully: "I know what he'd say. He'd say that you're some kind of a jinni from 1,001 Nights or something like that and that you grant people wishes."
Jenn: "Well, there you have it."
Mulder: "Well, one thing I haven't been able to figure out is whether you're a good jinni or an evil one. Everybody you come in contact with seems to meet a bad end."
Jenn: "That's the conclusion you've drawn? That I'm evil?"
Mulder: "Well, possibly evil. Possibly cursed. A curse to others."
Jenn: "The only thing you people are cursed with is stupidity. All of you. Everybody. Mankind. Everyone I have ever come into contact with without fail. Always asking for the wrong thing."
Mulder: "You mean making the wrong wishes."
Jenn: "Yeah, it's always: 'Give me money. Give me big boobs. Give me a big hoo-hoo. Make me cool like the Fonz.' Or whoever's the big name now."
Mulder: "You been out of circulation a long time."
Jenn: "So what? In 500 years, people have not changed a bit."
Scully: "500 years."
Jenn: "Granted, they smell better now generally speaking but human greed still reigns... shallowness... a propensity for self-destruction."
Scully: "You're saying that you have been a firsthand witness to 500 years of human history."
Jenn: "I used to be human. I was born in 15th century France and then, one day, an old Moor came to my village peddling rugs and I unrolled one that an Ifrit had taken residence in."
Scully: "'An Ifrit'."
Jenn: "A very... powerful class of jinni. He offered me three wishes. For the first I asked for a stout-hearted mule. For the second, a magic sack that was always full of turnips... Did I mention this was 15th century France?"
Mulder: "What was your third wish?"
Jenn: "My third... I pondered for a great while. I didn't want to waste it. So, finally, feeling very intelligent I spoke up and I said 'Je souhaite un grand pouvoir et une longue vie'. I wish for great power and long life."
Mulder: "And thus became a jinni yourself."
Jenn: "Gave me the mark of the jinn... [She points at the corner of her eye] "right there. It's forever. Sort of like a prison tattoo. I should've been more specific. So, am I under arrest?"
Scully: "I can't think of anything we have to hold you on. And, not surprisingly we don't have any evidence of any of this, so, uh... I think she's free to go."
Jenn: "No, I'm not. He unrolled me."
Mulder: "I get three wishes."
Jenn: "So your partner left the airport rather quickly. And I don't think she likes me very much."
Mulder: "I don't think she knows what to make of you. I don't think I do either, really."
Jenn: "Well, you could always give up your three wishes. I'll disappear — no hard feelings."
Jenn: "I didn't think so. So, what's your first wish?"
Mulder: "Well... What would your wish be if you were in my place?"
Jenn: "I'm not you. It doesn't matter."
Mulder: "But, I just... you know, I'd like to know."
Jenn: "I'd... wish that I'd never heard the word 'wish' before. I'd wish that I could live my life moment by moment... enjoying it for what it is instead of... instead of worrying about what it isn't. I'd... sit down somewhere with a great cup of coffee and I'd watch the world go by. But then again, I'm not you. So I doubt that's your wish."
Mulder: "You know, I think I'm beginning to see the problem here. You say that most people make the wrong wishes, right?"
Jenn: "Without fail. It's like giving a chimpanzee a revolver."
Mulder: "This is because they make their wishes solely for personal gain."
Jenn: "Could be."
Mulder: "So the trick would be to make a wish that's totally altruistic. That's for everyone. So, um... I wish for peace on earth."
Jenn: "Peace on earth. That's it?"
Mulder: "What the hell's wrong with that? You can't do it?"
Jenn: "No. I can. It's done." [He realises that all traffic sounds outside have disappeared] "Oh, crap." [The street is full of
empty cars and buses] "I guess I should have seen this coming!"
Mulder: "Hello? Hello? Very good. Jinni? Jinni, whatever the hell your name is..."
Mulder: "What the hell is this?"
Jenn: "It's what you asked for. Peace on earth. Listen."
Mulder: "You know damn well that's not what I meant."
Jenn: "You didn't specify."
Mulder: "This has nothing to do with specificity. You don't have to wipe out the entire population of the whole planet just to effect a little peace on earth and goodwill towards men."
Jenn: "You didn't say goodwill towards men. So you expect me to change the hearts of six billion people? No religion in history has been able to pull that off. Not Allah or Buddha or Christ. But you'd like me to do that in your name? So... what? You can feel real good about yourself?"
Mulder: "Did I say that? I didn't say that."
Jenn: "Mm, how grotesquely egotistical of you. I bet you wish
you hadn't made your first wish."
Mulder: "Yes, I do, since you butchered the intent of that wish so completely. And another thing — I think you've got a really horrible attitude. I guess that comes from being rolled up in a rug for the last 500 years. But we're not all that stupid. We're not all chimpanzees with revolvers. I think there's another possibility here and that's just that you're a bitch." [Jenn indicates that Mulder should look behind him, he does and Jenn disappears]
Skinner: "Agent Mulder?"
Skinner: "How did you get in here?"
[Mulder is typing on his computer; 'Whereas, I have one wish left and desire to use it most effectively for the good of all mankind, and whereas, this wish contains great potential for the betterment of life as we know it, here on this plane of existence, and thus equal potential for grave danger, chaos, and mayhem, in effect, a world run amok — and whereas, I must cover all bases in order to achieve bliss, not bedlam. I hereby do lay out my wish with consideration of evry loophole possible. Whereas specificity is the key — my wish is as follows']
Jenn: [reading] "'Whereas, I have one wish left and desire to use it most effectively for the good of all mankind.' Yadda, yadda, yadda... 'Here on this plane of existence...' Hmm... Hmm-hmm. What, are you a lawyer?"
Mulder: "Well, I have to be with you. I'm going to get this last wish perfect. I'm not going to leave you any loopholes. I'm not going to let you interpret this as an edict to bring back the Third Reich or to make everyone's eyes grow on stalks."
Jenn: "Oh, geez. And I was so looking forward to that." [Scully enters the office]
Scully: "Skinner called me, Mulder. Is everything all right?"
Mulder: "You don't remember disappearing off the face of the earth for about an hour this morning?"
Mulder: "Well, I guess everything's okay."
Scully: "Mul..." [to Jenn] "Could you give us a minute, please?"
Scully: "Like today? Wh... Where the hell did she go?"
Mulder: "Boink!" [Mulder does an 'I Dream of Jeannie' impression]
Scully: "No... It's got to be hypnotism or mesmerism or... something."
Mulder: "Scully, it is what it is. You examined an invisible body, remember?"
Scully: "I thought I did."
Scully: "Mulder, all right, say... say that you're right. Say this is what it is. Then what you're doing is extraordinarily dangerous. I mean, you even said that yourself."
Mulder: "The trick is to be specific. To make the wish perfect. That way, everyone is going to benefit. It's going to be a safer world, a happier world. There's going to be food for everyone, freedom for everyone, the end of the tyranny of the powerful over the weak. Am I leaving anything out?"
Scully: "It sounds wonderful."
Mulder: "Then what's the problem?"
Scully: "Maybe it's the whole point of our lives here, Mulder — to achieve that. Maybe it's a process that one man shouldn't try and circumvent with a single wish." [She leaves the office, Mulder returns to his computer and Jenn appears behind him]
Jenn: "You ready?"
Mulder: "Yeah, I'm ready."
Mulder: "I can't believe you don't want butter on your popcorn. Uggh. It's un-American."
Scully: "'Caddyshack', Mulder?"
Mulder: "It's a classic American movie."
Scully: "That's what every guy says. It's a guy movie."
Mulder: "Okay, when you invite me over to your place we can watch 'Steel Magnolias'."
Scully: "So, um... What's the occasion?"
Mulder: "I don't know. Just felt like the thing to do. Cheers."
Mulder: "I don't know if you noticed but, um, I never made the world a happier place."
Scully: "Well, I'm fairly happy. That's something. So what was your final wish, anyway?"
[Jenn is sitting in a coffee shop on a Washington, DC street. The jewel is missing from the corner of her eye. She watches people walking by the window. A waitress sets a cup of coffee in front of her]
Waitress: "Here you go."