(Langly's face is covered in blue paint)
Morris: Now what exactly does this do, besides making sure he never gets laid again?
Langly: Ah, bite me, Fletcher.
Morris: Maybe. You taste like blueberries?
Mulder: You wouldn't happen to know a guy named Frohike, would you?
Jimmy: Frohike? Yeah, I live with him. I mean, I used to.
Mulder: Isn't that kind of a May/December thing?