Mortimer, you PROMISED you would make dinner tonight.

How could you think of food at a time like this?

Time like what? It's 7:30 PM, I did my work AND yours today, and my stomach is about to eat itself.

The Syndicate just handed Mulder over the the aliens and I'm worried sick for him!

Oh for pete's sake, ORDER THE 8th SEASON ALREADY... and a banana pizza.