"Skinner wants a report in one hour. What are you going to tell him?" Scully asked, walking into Mulder's basement office.
"What do you mean what am I gonna tell him?" Mulder looked up in surprise. "I'm gonna tell him exactly what I saw. What are you gonna tell him?"
"I'll tell him exactly what I saw," she replied.
"Now, how is that different?" his eyebrows furrowed. "Look, Scully, I'm the one who may wind up going to prison here. I gotta know if you're gonna back me up or what."
"First of all, if the family of Ronnie Strickland does indeed decide to sue the FBI for, I think the figure is $446 million, then you and I both will most certainly be co-defendants," Scully huffed. "And second of all... I don't even have a second of all, Mulder! 446 million dollars! I'm in this as deep as you are, and I'm not even the one that overreacted! I didn't do the... with the thing!"
"I did not overreact. Ronnie Strickland was a vampire!" Mulder protested.
"Where's your proof?" she asked.
"You're my proof! You were there!" he exclaimed.
Scully sighed.
"Ok, now you're scaring me. I want to hear exactly what you're going to tell Skinner."
"Oh, you want our stories straight," she clarified.
"No, no, no. I didn't say that. I just want to hear it the way you saw it," he insisted.
"I don't feel comfortable with that." "Prison, Scully. Your cell mate's nickname is going to be Large Marge. She's going to read a lot of Gertrude Stein."