"Okay, Liv, I just dropped her off at the train; she's on her way up to you."
"Thanks. How was it?"
"Aw, you know. It's always great to see her, but she's...yeah well. She gets more grown up every time. I mean, I've seen some scary stuff in my time, but nothing scares a man more than a gorgeous teen-aged daughter."
"Mmm. She's pretty level-headed, Fox. I don't think you need to worry all that much."
"Well, about that...we did have a long talk and it seems she, um--"
"Did she mention to you about ... the ... voices?"
"Hey, now, don't shoot me, I'm just the messenger. Apparently she thinks...she seems to be...she thinks she's hearing the voice of God, giving her tasks, and--"
"Goddammit, Mulder! What the hell are you talking about? This is serious! Is she...did she seem ill? Feverish? On ... drugs? I swear, she was fine when she left Boston, what happened?"
"Shhh, shhh, calm down, Dunham, calm down. C'mon. After everything you and I have seen, surely you can consider that maybe she's telling the truth? That she really is being visited by a higher power? I mean, if you don't believe in spiritual causation, or even the supernatural...maybe one of your Weird Science explanations? Anyway, just talk to her about it. I think you'll find her eminently sane, and very reasonable."
"Hmph. Well, with you and me as parents, god knows the poor girl wasn't going to have a normal life. Okay, I'll talk to her. But trust me, I'll find some way to blame you for this."
"Par for the course, my darling, I wouldn't expect anything different. Anyway. How's business? The Bureau running well up there?"
"Classified to you, pal. And you?"
"Same. You have your secrets, I have mine."
"Well, as long as we don't have any secrets about Joan."
"Agreed, Dunham, agreed."