Quotes / Scully Syndrome

Chisame: I feel like shivering just thinking about a world where fantasy gets jumbled together with reality.
Konoka: But Chisame, we can use magic in reality. -whirl- Practi bigi nar, Ardescat.
Setsuna: Wonderful, Ojou!
Chisame: That's fantasy! I'm telling ya, no matter how you look at it, that's fantasy! Your very existence is a fantasy!

Buffy, to Giles: I cannot believe that you, of all people, would try to Scully me.

Lois: You are the biggest news there is. You're a superhuman being from another planet.
Clark: (amnesiac) Okay. Just don't tell Human Resources, all right? Now, I have a deadline to meet. (Lock rattles) Did you just lock us up here?
Lois: Open the door, Clark.
Clark: Lois, it's locked! We need a key!
Lois: Open the damn door, Clark.
(pulls the knob clean off)
Lois: Now do you believe?
Clark: What I believe is that this door needs better maintenance. Look at the rust in here. No wonder it just pulled off like that.
Smallville, ("Hex")

Merrill: Morgan, this crop stuff is just about a bunch of nerds who never had a girlfriend their whole lives. They're like 30 now. They make up secret codes and analyze Greek mythology and make secret societies where other guys who never had girlfriends can join in. They do stupid crap like this to feel special. It's a scam. Nerds were doin' it 25 years ago and new nerds are doing it again.
Graham: It's just static, Morgan. Frequency.
Morgan: It's a code.
Bo: Why can't they get girlfriends?

"You're not a skeptic, Freddy... you're in denial!"

"Donna walks from the TARDIS and shows Tegan exactly how you can be suspicious and joyful at the same time. The major difference between the two characters (both of whom are very bolshie and loud mouthed) is that Donna manages to be enthusiastic and drag you into her wonderment whilst Tegan used to mope from the ship as though she was being dragged to the dentist by her father."

Twice I have with my own ears heard the sound which resembled the distant baying of a hound. It is incredible, impossible that it should really be outside the ordinary laws of nature. A spectral hound which leaves material footprints and fills the air with its howling is surely not to be thought of. Stapleton may fall in with such a superstition, and Mortimer also; but if I have one quality upon earth it is common sense, and nothing will persuade me to believe in such a thing. To do so would to be to descend to the level of these poor peasants, who are not content with a mere fiend dog but must needs describe him with hell-fire shooting from his mouth and eyes. Holmes would not listen to such fancies and I am his agent. But facts are facts, and I have twice heard this crying upon the moor. Suppose that there were really some huge hound loose upon it; that would go far to explain everything. But where could such a hound lie concealed, where did it get its food, where did it come from, how was it that no one saw it by day? It must be confessed that the natural explanation offers almost as many difficulties as the other.