Scully: What's the problem?
Hitchcock: He wouldn't say.
Scully: Oh, no. Then it must be bad. Call Jake. He'll tell us the truth.
Jake: [answering the phone] Hitchcock?
Hitchcock: Give it to us straight, man. What's going on?
Jake: Uh, just searching the first floor.
Hitchcock: [to Scully] Searching the first floor?
Scully: Why is the lasagna on the first floor?
Hitchcock: [to Jake] Why is the lasagna on the first floor?
Jake: What? Are you talking about? The lasagna is fine.
Hitchcock: Oh, thank God. [to Scully] He says it's fine.
Scully: Oh, you're a saint, Jakey. I love you.
Jake: Okay. Holt's texting me. Love you, too.