Hitchcock: Wait a minute, you liars! What's that nice couch doing here?
Sergeant Jeffords: The old couch didn't make it.
Rosa: The second the sunlight hit it, it turned to dust.
Charles: Sorry, guys, we're stuck with the nice, clean expensive sofa. But I guess we'll just have to make do.
Scully: Oh, we'll make do. We'll make do all over it.