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New Zealand 
Mulder: (putting ball under Scully's nose) Smell that. (she
does and wrinkles her nose) That's perfume. Eau De
Ball. You know, this brings back a lot of memories of
my sister... all day pickup games out in the
Vineyard... ride your bikes down to the beach...
eat baloney sandwiches... The only place you had to be
on time was home for dinner. Never had to lock your
door... no modems, no faxes, no cell phones --
Scully: Mulder, if you had to do without a cell-phone for two
minutes you'd lapse into catatonic schizophrenia.
Mulder: You know, Scully, you don't know me as well as you
think you do. My work demands that I live in a big
city, but if I had to settle down, build a home, it'd
be a place like this.
"The X-Files: Home"
Kristin: (looking at Scully's gold cross on a chain around
Mulder's neck) Are you trying to ward me off?