Scully: Speak for yourself, sister. We found a smoking gun. Play it, Hitchcock.
Hitchcock: Voila.
Scully: Bah-boom.
Rosa: What, I don't see anything.
Hitchcock: Focus on the butt. The butt don't lie.
Scully: He squeezed his cheeks before he opened the slip. He knew his name was on it.
Hitchcock: It was a pre-emptive celebration clench.