For those of you who have been looking for the monologues from the show all in one place, here they are. I'm a huge fan, an "X-Phile" if you will, and discovered that there isn't one place you can go to see all of the monologues. So, since I have them all written down, I figured why not share them with all the other X-Philes out there. Here they are in chronological order.
Monologues, Episodes, and Characters SpokenEdit
"We wanted to believe. We wanted to call out. On August 20th and September 5th 1977, two spacecraft were launched from the Kennedy Space Flight Center, Florida; they were called Voyager. Each one carries a message. A gold-plated record depicting images, music, and sounds of our planet, arranged so that it may be understood if ever intercepted by a technologically mature extraterrestrial civilization. Thirteen years after its launch, Voyager I passed the orbital plane of Neptune, and essentially left our solar system. Within that time, there were no further messages sent, nor are any planned. We wanted to listen. On October 12th 1992, NASA initiated the high resolution microwave survey - a decade long search by radio telescopes scanning 10 million frequencies for any transmission by extraterrestrial intelligence. Less than one year later, first term Nevada senator Richard Bryan successfully championed an amendment which terminated the project. I wanted to believe, but the tools had been taken away. The X-Files had been shut down. They closed our eyes, our voices have been silenced, our ears now deaf to the realms of extreme possibilities."
~Mulder, Season 2, Episode 1, "Little Green Men"~
"The conquest of fear lies in the moment of its acceptance and understanding that what scares us most is that which is most familiar, most common place. That boy next door, Donnie Pfaster, the unremarkable young brother of four older sisters, could grow up to be the devil in a buttoned-down shirt. It's been said that the fear of the unknown is an irrational response to the excesses of the imagination, but our fear of the everyday, of the lurking stranger and the sound of foot-falls on the stairs. The fear of violent death and the primitive impulse to survive, are as frightening as any X-File. As real as the acceptance that it could happen to you."
"I have lived with a fragile faith built on the ether of vague memories from an experience that I could neither prove nor explain. When I was 12, my sister was taken from me, taken from our home by a force that I came to believe was extraterrestrial. This belief sustained me, fueling a quest for truths that were as elusive as the memory itself. To believe as passionately as I did was not without sacrifice, but I always accepted the risks - to my career, my reputation, my relationships, life itself. What happened to me out on the ice has justified every belief. If I should die now it would be with a certainty that my faith has been righteous, and if through death larger mysteries are revealed, I will have already learned the answer to the question that has driven me here - That there is intelligent life in the universe other than our own, that they are here among us, and that they have begun to colonize."
~Mulder, Season 2, Episode 16, "Colony"~
"There is an ancient Indian saying that something lives only as long as the last person who remembers it. My people have come to trust memory over history. Memory, like fire, is radiant and immutable, while history serves only those who seek to control it, those who would douse the flames of memory in order to put out the dangerous fire of truth. Beware these men, for they are dangerous themselves, and unwise. Their false history is written in the blood of those that might remember, and of those who seek the truth."
"I was first struck by the absence of time, having depended on it so completely as a measure of my self and my life; moving backwards into the perpetual night it consumes purpose, indeed, all passion and will. I come to you, old friend, with the dull clarity of the dead not to beckon you, but to feel the fire and intensity that still live in you; and the heavy weight of your burdens which I had once borne. There is truth you know, friend, if that's all you seek, but there's no justice or judgment without which truth is a vast...dead...hollow. Go back. Do not look into the abyss or let the abyss look into you; awaken the sleep of reason and fight the monsters within and without."
~Deep Throat, (TXF: Season 3, Episode 1, "The Blessing Way")~
"Hello, son, I did not dare hope to see you so soon nor ever again hope to broker fate with a life to which I gave life. The lies I told you were a pox and poison to my soul and now you are here because of them. Lies I thought might bury forever a truth I could not live with. I stand here, ashamed of the choices I made so long ago, when you were just a boy. You are the memory, Fox. It lives in you. If you were to die now, the truth will die. And only the lies survive us."
~William Mulder, (TXF: Season 3, Episode 1, "The Blessing Way")~
"The development of our cerebral cortex has been the greatest achievement of the evolutionary processes. Big deal. While allowing us the thrills of intellect and the pangs of self-consciousness, it is all too often overruled by our inner, instinctive brain - the one that tells us to react, not reflect, to run rather than ruminate. Maybe we have gone as far as we can go, and the next advance whatever that may be, will be made by beings we create ourselves, using our own tech... tech... technology. Life forms we can design and program not to be ultimately governed by the strict rules of survival. Or perhaps that step forward has already been achieved on another planet, by organisms that had a billion years head start on us. And if these beings ever visited us would we recognize what we were seeing? And upon catching sight of us would they react in anything but horror at seeing such mindless, primitive, hideous creatures?"
~Mulder, Season 3, Episode 12, "War of the Corprophages"~
"Life...is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you're stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat while you're watching the game. Sure, once in a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee, but it's gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you're left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth shattering nuts, which if you are desperate enough to eat leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper wrappers."
"For the first time I feel time like a heartbeat. The seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning. The numinous mysteries that once seemed so distant' and unreal threatening clarity in the presence of a truth entertained not in youth, but only in it's passage.' I feel these words as if their meaning were weight being lifted from me, knowing that you will read them and share my burden as I have come to trust no other. That you should know my heart, look into it, finding there the memory and experience 'that belong to you, that are you, is a comfort to me now as I feel the tethers loose and the prospects darken for a continuance of a journey that began not so long ago, and which began again with a faith shaken and strengthened by your convictions. If not for which I might never have been so strong now as I cross to face you and look at you incomplete, hoping that you will forgive me for not making the rest of the journey with you."
"I think you appreciate that there are extraordinary men, and women, and extraordinary moments when history leaps forward on the backs of these individuals. That which can be imagined can be achieved. That you must dare to dream but that there is no substitute for perseverance and hard work and team work, because no one gets there alone. And while we commemorate the greatness of these events and the individuals who achieve them, we cannot forget the sacrifice of those who made these achievements and leaps possible."
"It begins where it ends, in nothingness. A nightmare born from deepest fears coming to me unguarded. Whispering images unlocked from time and distance. A soul unbound touched by others but never held, on a course charted by some unseen hand. The journey ahead promising no more than my past reflected back upon me, until at last I reach the end, facing a truth I could no longer deny. Alone, as ever."
"Before the exploration of space, of the moon and planets, men held that the heavens were the home and province of powerful gods who controlled not just the vast firmament but the earthly fate of man himself. And that the pantheon of powerful, warring deities were the cause and reason for the human condition, for the past and the future, and for which great monuments would be erected, on earth as in heaven. But in time man replaced these gods with new gods and new religions that provided no more certain or greater answers than those worshiped by his Greek, or Roman, or Egyptian ancestors. And we've chosen now our monolithic and benevolent gods and found our certainties in science. Believers all, we wait for a sign, a revelation, our eyes turned skyward ready to accept the truly incredible, to find out destiny written in the stars. But how do we best look to see? With new eyes or old?"
"I'm the key figure in an ongoing government charade, the plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extraterrestrials. It's a global conspiracy, actually, with key players in the highest levels of power, that reaches down into the lives of every man, woman, and child on this planet. So, of course, no one believes me. I'm an annoyance to my superiors, a joke to my peers. They call me Spooky, Spooky Mulder, whose sister was abducted by aliens when he was just a kid and who now chases after little green men with a badge and a gun, shouting to the heavens or to anyone who will listen that the fix is in, that the sky is falling, and when it hits it's gonna be the shit-storm of all time."
"Every minute of every day we choose. Who we are, who we forgive, who we defend and protect. To choose a side or to walk the line, to play the middle, to straddle the fence between what is and what should be. This was the course I chose. Trying to find the delicate balance of interests that can never exist. Choosing by not choosing. Defending a center which can't hold. So death chose for me."
This next one is one I like to call "The War of the Proverbs". It's a conversation between Mulder and Scully in which they're just going back and forth throwing proverbs at each other.
Mulder: "Preparation is the father of inspiration."
Scully: "Necessity is the mother of invention."
Mulder: "The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom."
Scully: "Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may die."
"From space it seems an abstraction, a magician's trick on a darkened stage. And from this distance one might never imagine that it is alive. It first appeared in the sea almost 4 billion years ago in the form of single-celled life. In an explosion of life spanning millions of years, nature's first multi-cellular organisms began to multiply, and then it stopped. 440 million years ago a great mass extinction would kill off nearly every species on the planet leaving the vast oceans decimated and empty. Slowly plants began to evolve, then insects, only to be wiped out in the second great mass extinction upon the Earth. The cycle repeated again and again, reptiles emerging independent of the sea, only to be killed off. Then dinosaurs struggling to life along with the first birds, fish and flowering plants, their decimation Earth's fourth and fifth great extinctions. Only a hundred-thousand years ago homo sapiens appear, man. From cave paintings to the Bible, to Columbus and Apollo 11 we have been a tireless force upon the Earth, and off. Cataloging the natural world as it unfolds to us. Rising to a world population of over 5 billion people, all descended from that single cell, that first spark of life. But for all our knowledge, what no one can say for certain, is what or who ignited that original spark. Is there a plan, a purpose, or reason to our existence? Will we pass as those before us into oblivion, into the sixth extinction that scientists warn is already in progress? Or will the mystery be revealed through a sign, a symbol... a revelation.
"It began with an act of supreme violence, a big bang expanding ever outward. Cosmos born of matter and gas, matter and gas, 10 billion years ago. Whose idea was this? Who had the audacity for such invention? And the reason? Were we part of that plan, 10 billion years ago? Are we born only to die? To be fruitful and multiply and replenish the Earth before giving way to our generations? If there is a beginning, must there be an end? We burn like fires in out time only to be extinguished, to surrender to the elements eternal reclaim. Matter and gas. Will this all end one day? Life no longer passing to life. The Earth left barren like the stars above, like the cosmos. Will the hand that lit the flame let it burn down, let it burn out? Could we too become extinct? Or if this fire of life living inside us is meant to go on, who decides? Who tends the flames? Can he reignite the spark even as it grows cold and weak?"
"They said the birds refused to sing and the thermometer fell suddenly, as if God himself had his breath stolen away. No one there dared speak aloud, as much in shame as in sorrow. They uncovered the bodies one by one. The eyes of the dead were closed, as if waiting for permission to open. Were they still dreaming of ice cream and monkey bars, of birthday cake, and no future but the afternoon? Or had their innocence been taken along with their lives, buried in the cold earth so long ago? These fates seemed too cruel even for God to allow. Or are the tragic young born again when the world's not looking? I wanna believe so badly in a truth beyond our own, hidden and obscured 'from all but the most sensitive eyes. In the endless procession of souls, in what cannot and will not be destroyed'. I want to believe we are unaware of God's eternal recompense and sadness. That we cannot see his truth. That that which is born still lives and cannot be buried in the cold earth, but only waits to be born again at God's behest, where in ancient starlight we lay in repose."
"Time passes in moments. Moments, which rushing past, define the path of a life, just as surely as they lead towards its end. How rarely do we stop the examine that path? To see the reason why all things happen. To consider whether the path we take in life is our own making, or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed. But what if we could stop? Pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes. Might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life, and seeing those choices choose another path?"
"We live in a darkness of our own making, blind to a habitant world all but unseen by us. A world of beings traveling through time and space, imaginable to us only as flights of fancy. Who are these beings we dare to imagine but fear to accept? What dark work goes on inside their impossible machines, cloaked from us by invisible forces? If they know our secrets, why can't we know theirs?"
"The passage of time imprisons us not in a cell of brick and mortar, but in one of hopes dashed and tragedies unaverted. How precious then, the chance to go back, only to discover that in facing the past you must face up to yourself. And exiting the prison of time doesn't free you from the prison of your own character, one from which there is no escape."
"We call it the miracle of life, conception. A union of perfect opposites, essence transforming into existence. An act without which mankind would not exist, and humanity cease to exist. Or is this just nostalgia now? An act of biology commandeered by modern science and technology. Godlike, we extract, implant, inseminate, and we clone. But has our ingenuity rendered the miracle into a simple trick? In the artifice of replicating life can we become the creator? Then what of the soul? Can it too be replicated? Does it live in this matter we call DNA? Or is its placement the opposite of artifice, capable only by God? How did this child come to be? What set its heart beating? Is it the product of a union? Or the work of a divine hand, an unanswered prayer, a true miracle? Or is it a wonder of technology, the intervention of other hands? What do I tell this child about to be born? What do I tell Scully? What do I tell myself?"
"One day, you'll ask me to speak of a truth,' of the miracle of your birth. To explain what is unexplained. And if I falter or fail on this day, know there is an answer my child, a sacred and imperishable truth, but one you may never hope to find alone. Chance meeting your perfect other, your perfect opposite, your protector, and endangerer. Chance embarking with this other on the greatest of journeys, a search for truths fugitive and imponderable. If one day this chance may befall you my son, do not fail or falter to seize it. The truths are out there. And if one day you should behold a miracle as I have in you, you will learn the truth is not found in science or on some unseen plane, but by looking into your own heart, and in that moment you will be blessed, and stricken. For the truest truths are what hold us together, or what keep us painfully, desperately, apart."
"The bible says God appeared to Moses in the burning bush; he came to Jesus upon a mountain top; for Buddha, God came while he sat under a tree. God came to me in a vision in the desert, February 26th, 1991. My recon squad had engaged Saddam's army in a small Bedouin encampment. We'd been ambushed, taken on by surprise, and there were casualties. We were holding our perimeter and we might've held up, but on that day I had a terrible foreboding. I saw the future of those brave men, and they were about to die. Death came to take my men, but not me. I was left as a witness to a vision, angels from heaven. Behold, a whirlwind came out of the north and a brightness was about it. And out of the mist came the likeness of 4 living creatures, and they had the likeness of a man. I knew why my life had been spared - that I was to deliver the message of these angels, of these sons of God. To deliver the message of their God who came before all other gods."
"I'd like to congratulate you. On succeeding where so many before you have failed. A bullet between the eyes would've been preferable to this charade. I've learned to pretend over the past 9 years. Pretend that my victories mattered only to realize that no one was keeping score'. To realize that liars do not fear the truth if there are enough liars. That the devil is just one man with a plan, but evil, true evil is a collaboration of men which is what we have here today. If I am a guilty man, my crime is in daring to believe, that the truth will out and that no one lie can live forever. I believe it still. Much as you try to bury it, the truth is out there. Greater than your lies the truth wants to be known. You will know it. It'll come to you, as it's come to me, faster than the speed of light. You may believe yourselves rid of your headache now, and maybe you are, but you've only done it by cutting off your own heads."