Scully: Boyle, where's my candy?
Charles: What?
Scully: The box is full of sand. Or maybe it's sugar. [spits] Oh, it's not sugar. It's sand. Is this some sort of sick joke?
Charles: There was candy in there earlier. Maybe it fell out?
Scully: I don't want excuses, bitch! I want my candy! The vending machine is broken, and you're my only snack source.
Sergeant Jeffords: He doesn't have to be. I still have your purchase order.
Charles: You. You did this.
Sergeant Jeffords: Please, I would never do something that childish, and you would know that if you weren't a big, stinky dumb-dumb who smelled like butts.