3X04 Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose

Clyde Bruckman: What the hell is Lollapallooza?

Store Clerk: Who's Buddy Holly?

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Puppet: Don't apologise, you're a better dancer than my last date.

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Madame Zelma: Mister. Please, you're hurting me.

Puppet: I know, I know, I'm sorry. But you're a fortune teller. You should have seen this coming.

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FBI Photographer: They say the eyes capture the last image a murder victim sees before they're killed.

Detective Cline: What do they say about the entrails?

FBI Photographer: Yuck.

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Detective Cline: You believe in this stuff? [Tea leaf reading]

Mulder: I'm not convinced of it's accuracy, but I'm pretty sure the victim was.

Detective Cline: Why?

Mulder: Her leaves were telling her she was about to be murdered.

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[The Stupendous Yappi accepts Scully as a believer but asks Mulder to leave because he gives off negative energy]

Scully: [to Mulder] I can't take you anywhere.

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Mulder: Mr Yappi, read this thought.

The Stupendous Yappi: [reacting as if hit] So's your old man!

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Detective Cline: Look, all I know is that so far Yappi has provided more solid concrete leads on this case than you have. Now, if you don't mind, I have to get an APB out. On a white male, 17 to 34, with or without a beard, maybe a tattoo, who's impotent. Let's go.

[Detectives Cline and Havez leave the room]

Scully: Might as well go home Mulder. This case is as good as solved.

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Clyde Bruckman: Mr Gordon, as a young husband, I think you're going to find that your new responsibilities to your family take precedence over your recreational needs.

Mr Gordon: But this is a really good boat.

Clyde Bruckman: You don't get it, do you kid?. [Clyde Bruckman slips into a trance and describes the man's death]

Mr Gordon: Mister. You really need to work on your closing technique.

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Detective Cline: It's kind of creepy isn't it? The Stupendous Yappi said the first victim's body has been dumped somewhere, then we find it in a dumpster.

Mulder: Ooh. I just got a chill down my spine.

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Clyde Bruckman: I'm supposed to believe that's a real name? [Looking at Mulder's badge]

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Mulder: Pinch me.

Scully: This guy's performing the same routine as the Stupendous Yappi. He's just doing it in a different style.

Mulder: No. Something told me Scully, something is telling me, this guy's for real.

Scully: Oh, so now you're psychic?

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Scully: [to Mulder] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give off any negative energy.

Clyde Bruckman: Negative energy. What is it?

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Clyde Bruckman: Oh, sometimes it... just seems that everyone's having sex except for me.

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Clyde Bruckman: You'll find the woman tomorrow morning... by the fat little white Nazi stormtrooper at Glenview Lake.

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Mulder: Be honest, Scully. Doesn't that propane tank bears more than just a slight resemblance to a fat little white Nazi stormtrooper?

Scully: Mulder, the human mind naturally sees meaningful patterns and configurations in things that don't inherently have any. Given the suggestion of a particular image, you can't help but see that shape somewhere. If that tank weren't there, you'd see it in a rock, or in a tree —

Mulder: Did you answer my question?

Scully: Yes. It looks like a fat little white Nazi stormtrooper, but that only proves my point.

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Bruckman's Lotto ticket: 9 13 37 39 41 45
Lotto numbers: 8 12 36 38 40 44

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Mulder: Do you receive any other impressions from it? [A brass ornament of three frogs]

Clyde Bruckman: It's ugly. [Drops it] Next.

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Clyde Bruckman: I got it. This is yours. This is from your New York Knicks t-shirt!

Mulder: Miss.

Clyde Bruckman: This is worse than playing the Lotto.

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Mulder: Is that a hit or a miss?

Scully: As far as I know that's correct.

Mulder: You got all that information just by handling that keychain?

Clyde Bruckman: Oh no. I sold him a policy a couple of months ago. Just a coincidence.

Scully: In any case, we're trying to get a hold of him.

Clyde Bruckman: Oh, you won't be able to do that. He's been murdered.

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Clyde Bruckman: I know it sounds crazy but I swear it's true. I was a bigger fan of the Big Bopper than Buddy Holly.

Scully: Where's the body?

Mulder: Yeah, Mr Bruckman, I don't understand how you can know that this is the exact area but you can't pinpoint the exact spot.

Clyde Bruckman: I guess I can't see the forest for the trees.

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[Their parked car is stuck in the mud and Mulder gets spattered whilst trying to extract it]

Mulder: I'm glad I could bring a little smile into your life, Mr Bruckman.

Clyde Bruckman: I'm not smiling. I'm wincing. [A hand is visible under the car's rear tyre]

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Clyde Bruckman: This came in the mail today.

Scully: Who's it from?

Clyde Bruckman: [holds envelope to head] The killer!

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Scully: We can't come up with suspects by having visions.

Clyde Bruckman: Jealous?

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[After hearing Clyde Bruckman's premonition that they would end up in bed together]

Scully: Mr Bruckman, there are hits and there are misses. And then there are MISSES.

Clyde Bruckman: I just call them as I see them.

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Scully: All right. So how do I die?

Clyde Bruckman: You don't.

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Mulder: Look at this Scully, the lab analysis for the first bit of fibre that was found just came back. It's lace.

Scully: Chantilly lace?

Mulder: You know what I like.

Scully: Mulder, it's not likely that the killer was wearing anything made out of Chantilly lace at the time of the murders.

Mulder: Well, what are the odds, the Big Bopper, Chantilly lace.

Scully: Coincidence.

Mulder: If coincidences are just coincidences, why do they feel so contrived?

Scully: That's one to pose to the psychic philosopher.

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Puppet: There's something I've been wanting to ask you for some time now. You've seen the things I do in the past as well as in the future.

Clyde Bruckman: They're terrible things.

Puppet: I know they are. So tell me, please, why have I done them.

Clyde Bruckman: Don't you understand yet son? Don't you get it? [Killer shakes his head] You do the things you do because you're a homicidal maniac.

Puppet: That... that does explain a lot, doesn't it. It's all starting to make sense now.

Clyde Bruckman: No. You don't kill me now.

Puppet: I don't? Why not?

Clyde Bruckman: How should I know?

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Mulder: If my Miss Manners serves me right, that protrusion from his left cornea is a salad fork.

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Scully: It's the bellhop. He's the killer, the bellhop at the hotel. [Scully runs back to the hotel]

Detective Cline: How does she know that?

Mulder: Woman's intuition. [Mulder follows Scully]

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[Scully shoots the killer in the chest]

Puppet: Hey, that's not the way it's supposed to happen...

[Scully rushes to Mulder's side]

Mulder: How'd you know where to find us?

Scully: I didn't. I got in the service elevator by mistake.

Mulder: Thank heaven for happenstance.