SCULLY: His body wounds were non-fatal. He died as a result of advanced cirrhosis of the liver.
(Blockhead starts tying things on this side.)
BLOCKHEAD: Oh, there’s a moral to the story. Lay off the booze.
SCULLY: Well, his body possesses some anatomical discrepancies… some offshoots of the esophagus and trachea that almost seem umbilical in nature and… I’ve never seen anything like it.
(Blockhead finishes tying.)
BLOCKHEAD: And you never will again. Twenty-first century genetic engineering will not only eradicate the Siamese twins and the alligator-skinned people, but you’re going to be hard-pressed to find, uh, a slight overbite or a not-so-high cheek bone. You see, I’ve seen the future and the future looks just like him.
Imagine going through your whole life looking like that. That’s why it’s left up to the self-made freaks like me and the Conundrum to remind people.
SCULLY: Remind people of what?
BLOCKHEAD: Nature abhors normality. It can’t go very long without creating a mutant. Do you know why?
SCULLY: No, why?
BLOCKHEAD: I don’t either, it’s a mystery. Maybe some mysteries are never meant to be solved.
(He gets in the driver’s side as Mulder walks over. He looks at the Conundrum, who looks sick.)
MULDER: What’s the matter with your friend?
BLOCKHEAD: I don’t know what his problem is. Maybe it’s the Florida heat.
SCULLY: Hope it’s nothing serious.
CONUNDRUM: Probably something I ate.