- Frohike: [examining a used envelope] I got something here. Writing. Somebody wrote on top of the package and left an impression.
- Ringo Langly: Your sci-crime guys at the Bureau have a laser that can measure any change in a surface down to a few nano-meters.
- Byers: Actually, they can lift a perfect impression using magnetic toner and a sheet of Mylar.
- Frohike: Actually...
- [while they have been debating, Mulder has used a pencil to make a rubbing of the impression on the envelope]
- Mulder: Actually, it's a phone number, New York City area code.
- [hands Frohike the pencil]
- Mulder: Now don't drop that. That's a finely calibrated piece of investigative equipment. I gotta make a phone call.
- Frohike: [looking at the pencil] I'll be damned.
- Well Manicured Man: Who gave you this number?
- Mulder: You probably know him. A man named Krycek.
- Well Manicured Man: Alex Krycek?
- Mulder: Yeah, nice guy, killed my father.
- Smoking Man: [examining the burned, comatose men] What's the prognosis?
- Navy Doctor: It's just a matter of time. This kind of exposure will have a dramatic effect on cellular activity, giving rise to the development of massive and malignant cancers.
- Smoking Man: [lights a cigarette, then leans in to examine one of the men more closely] Has anyone been in to see these men?
- Navy Doctor: No. Your orders were to isolate them. But I think we should get a specialist in here because, frankly, I've never seen anything like this before.
- Smoking Man: I have.
- Navy Doctor: Then you know what caused this?
- Smoking Man: Have the bodies destroyed.
- Navy Doctor: But... but sir! These men aren't dead yet!
- Smoking Man: Isn't that the prognosis?