"Florida Man, Scully. It’s all right here," Mulder slaps a stack of newspapers with his knuckles. He leans over her where she sits and looks at her seriously.
"Mulder, you can’t be serious. This is clearly just a series of similar incidents. The only thing they have in common is they’re all based in Florida."
Mulder shakes his head, snorting. “You mean to tell me that there are multiple men in Florida performing the same bizarre crimes? That the man who tried to rob the brother’s CVS with a water nozzle is a different person from the one who killed their husband with a squirrel?”
She looks at him incredulously. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
"Why don’t you believe, Scully? Why can’t you believe for once that maybe — just maybe — the unexplained and fantastical has a place in our criminal investigations."
"I think you want to believe so badly that no state can be as terrifying as Florida that you’ve constructed this omnipresent figure to assuage your anxieties."
He shakes his head once more, arms akimbo. “I’m telling you, Scully. There’s something strange about this case and we’re going to figure it out.”