I speak slowly, before his damn drawl can talk me out of it. I tell him everything I know: that Einstein fell in love with his cousin, that the sun has only four billion years of energy left, that the Beatles smoked a joint in the toilets of Buckingham palace, that Nietzche was crazy with syphilis when we wrote his most famous works.

Ahhh, I love this paragraph. I love the idea of Scully really having that kind of capacious mind, able to hold all those facts in. And I mean, it's not that we're ever given any reason to believe she doesn't; I just love it when different writers have their own "Scully brain-dump" paragraph, each with their own ideas of what little factoids she can pull up at will.