I want to beleive

[Mulder] slowed as he approached the front walk, slipping his left hand into his pocket to wrap around his gun. Front or back? Wait for Scully, or do the stupid thing and go in on his own?
He had no realistic alternative.

Scully-'
'I screwed up.' Her hands again. 'Damnit, I screwed up.'
'Nope' [Mulder] said... 'If I was dead, then you would have screwed up.' She saw the grin. 'Then I'd have to haunt you.'
'Mulder that's not funny.'
'But you don't believe in ghosts and goblins...

Scully and I will be back to relieve you in eight hours if Tooms doesn't show,' Mulder promised. 'Right here.'
'You got it,' Kennedy said. Then he added in an undertone, 'Spooky.

Scully could see that Mulder might be a nice guy. Well-meaning. Talented. With his heart in the right place.

But his head was definitely screwed on wrong.

Scully nodded. Of course. It made sense. Complete sense. No question about it. Mulder was perfectly sane in telling her all this. And she was perfectly sane in listening to it and nodding and urging him to tell her more. It was the rest of the world that was-

She doubled over as a wave of laughter hit her.

Mulder looked at her and started laughing too.

They stood there in the cemetery in the darkness and the drizzle, laughing their heads off.

'You know we're crazy,' Scully finally said.

'Of course we are,' Mulder gasped out.