good words of a wisdom

good words of wisdom from Spooky...

Mulder: You've never hit a baseball, have you, Scully?
Scully: No, I guess I have, uh... found more necessary things to do with my time than... slap a piece of horsehide with a stick.
Mulder: Get over here, Scully.
(Mulder hands Scully the bat, then steps behind her and wraps his arms around her tightly, also holding the bat around her hands)
Scully: This my birthday present, Mulder? You shouldn't have.
Mulder: This ain't cheap. I'm paying that kid ten bucks an hour to shag balls. That's not a bad piece of ash, huh? The bat — talking about the bat. Now, don't strangle it. You just want to shake hands with it. 'Hello, Mr. Bat. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.' 'Oh, no, no, Miss Scully. The pleasure's all mine.' Okay, now, we want to... we want to go hips before hands, okay? We want to stride forward and turn. That's all we're thinking about. So, we go hips... before hands, all right?
Scully: Okay.
Mulder: One more time. Hips... before hands, all right?
Scully: Yeah.
Mulder: What is it?
Scully: Hips before hands.
Mulder: Right. We're going to wait on the pitch. We're going to keep our eye on the ball. Then, we're just going to make contact. We're not going to think. We're just going to let it fly, Scully, okay?
Scully: Mm-hmm.
Mulder: Ready?
Scully: I'm in the middle.
Mulder: All right, fire away, Poorboy.
(They hit a foul)
Ooh! That's good. All right, what you may find is you concentrate on hitting that little ball...
(They hit the ball again)
The rest of the world just fades away — all your everyday, nagging concerns. The ticking of your biological clock.
(Another hit)
How you probably couldn't afford that nice, new suede coat on a G-Woman's salary. How you threw away a promising career in medicine...
(Another hit)
To hunt aliens with a crackpot, albeit brilliant, partner. Getting into the heart of a global conspiracy.
(Another hit)
Your obscenely overdue triple-X bill. Oh, I... I'm sorry, Scully.
(Another hit)
Those last two problems are mine, not yours.
(Another hit)
Scully: Shut up, Mulder. I'm playing baseball.