Jake: I don't think you get what's happening here. This is an interrogation, and it's only gonna end one way: with you telling us everything.
[Scully laughs]
Jake: Something funny?
Scully: It's just I don't think you get what's happening here. You're locked in a small, windowless room with the two of us one hour after lunch.
Jake: Oh no.
Scully: You want to know what we ate? Four-cheese pizza, double-cheese, with a side of cheesy fries, extra cheese, and a big old slice of cheesecake.
Jake: But, Scully, you're lactose intolerant.
Scully: Yeah. This whole room is a [BLEEP] Dutch oven.