Scully: Oh, hey, Captain Holt, do you have the Wi-Fi network? I need to Facetime with Hitchcock.
Captain Holt: Oh, there's no internet at the Lake House.
Scully: Then I'm alone.
Sergeant Jeffords: We're all here.
Scully: So you'll do the 64-round tournament Hitchcock and I designed to determine the best flavor of potato chip?
Captain Holt: No, that sounds like hell.