Hips before hands.
Sooo I may still be making my way through The X-Files and totally loving it. I can't believe I've never watched the whole series before this. I'm having such a good time.
It's mostly to do with Mulder and Scully. GUYS! I love them so much. And not just in a shippy way, but in a "I love their characters so much right now and I really hope they don't go to shit by the end of the series" way.
I just finished watching the season six episode "The Unnatural" (HI, JESSE L. MARTIN!) and I had to picspam two scenes.
SCULLY: Mulder, it is such a gorgeous day outside. Have you ever entertained the idea of trying to find life on this planet?
MULDER: I have seen the life on this planet, Scully and that is exactly why I am looking elsewhere.
MULDER: Did you bring enough ice cream to share with the rest of the class?
SCULLY: It's not ice cream. It's a nonfat tofutti rice dreamsicle.
MULDER: Ugh. Bet the air in my mouth tastes better than that. You sure know how to live it up, Scully.
SCULLY: Oh, you're Mr. Live-it-up. Mulder, you're really Mr. Squeeze-every-last-drop-out-of-this-sweet-life aren't you? On this precious Saturday you've got us grabbing life by the testes stealing reference books from the FBI library in order to go through New Mexico newspaper obituaries for the years 1940 to 1949 and for what joyful purpose?
MULDER: Looking for anomalies, Scully. Do you know how many so-called "flying disc" reports there were in New Mexico in the 1940s?
SCULLY: I don't care. Mulder, this is a needle in a haystack. These poor souls have been dead for 50 years. Let them rest in peace. Let sleeping dogs lie.
MULDER: No, I won't sit idly by as you hurl cliches at me. Preparation is the father of inspiration.
MULDER: No, I won't sit idly by as you hurl cliches at me. Preparation is the father of inspiration.
SCULLY: Necessity is the mother of invention.
MULDER: The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
SCULLY: Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may die.
MULDER: I scream, you scream, we all scream for nonfat tofutti rice dreamsicles.
The way he lunges his mouth toward the cone! The playful laugh from Scully! It's almost too much!
AND THEN THERE WAS THIS:
SCULLY: So, uh... I get this message marked "urgent" on my answering service from one Fox Mantle telling me to come down to the park for a very special very early or very late birthday present. And, Mulder... I don't see any nicely wrapped presents lying around so, what gives?
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: Okay, now, we want to... we want to go hips before hands, okay? (holds his hand a few inches from her hip) 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.
MULDER: 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: Ooh! That's good. All right, what you may find is you concentrate on hitting that little ball... The rest of the world just fades away-- all your everyday, nagging concerns.
MULDER: The ticking of your biological clock.
MULDER: How you probably couldn't afford that nice, new suede coat on a G-Woman's salary.
MULDER: How you threw away a promising career in medicine... (intimately into her ear) … to hunt aliens with a crackpot, albeit brilliant, partner.
MULDER: Getting into the heart of a global conspiracy. Your obscenely overdue triple-X bill. Oh, I... I'm sorry, Scully. Those last two problems are mine, not yours.
SCULLY: Shut up, Mulder. I'm playing baseball.
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RIGHT? ♥
(Screencaps from here, transcript from here.)
It's mostly to do with Mulder and Scully. GUYS! I love them so much. And not just in a shippy way, but in a "I love their characters so much right now and I really hope they don't go to shit by the end of the series" way.
I just finished watching the season six episode "The Unnatural" (HI, JESSE L. MARTIN!) and I had to picspam two scenes.
SCULLY: Mulder, it is such a gorgeous day outside. Have you ever entertained the idea of trying to find life on this planet?
MULDER: I have seen the life on this planet, Scully and that is exactly why I am looking elsewhere.
MULDER: Did you bring enough ice cream to share with the rest of the class?
SCULLY: It's not ice cream. It's a nonfat tofutti rice dreamsicle.
MULDER: Ugh. Bet the air in my mouth tastes better than that. You sure know how to live it up, Scully.
SCULLY: Oh, you're Mr. Live-it-up. Mulder, you're really Mr. Squeeze-every-last-drop-out-of-this-sweet-life aren't you? On this precious Saturday you've got us grabbing life by the testes stealing reference books from the FBI library in order to go through New Mexico newspaper obituaries for the years 1940 to 1949 and for what joyful purpose?
MULDER: Looking for anomalies, Scully. Do you know how many so-called "flying disc" reports there were in New Mexico in the 1940s?
SCULLY: I don't care. Mulder, this is a needle in a haystack. These poor souls have been dead for 50 years. Let them rest in peace. Let sleeping dogs lie.
MULDER: No, I won't sit idly by as you hurl cliches at me. Preparation is the father of inspiration.
MULDER: No, I won't sit idly by as you hurl cliches at me. Preparation is the father of inspiration.
SCULLY: Necessity is the mother of invention.
MULDER: The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
SCULLY: Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may die.
MULDER: I scream, you scream, we all scream for nonfat tofutti rice dreamsicles.
The way he lunges his mouth toward the cone! The playful laugh from Scully! It's almost too much!
AND THEN THERE WAS THIS:
SCULLY: So, uh... I get this message marked "urgent" on my answering service from one Fox Mantle telling me to come down to the park for a very special very early or very late birthday present. And, Mulder... I don't see any nicely wrapped presents lying around so, what gives?
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: Okay, now, we want to... we want to go hips before hands, okay? (holds his hand a few inches from her hip) 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.
MULDER: 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: Ooh! That's good. All right, what you may find is you concentrate on hitting that little ball... The rest of the world just fades away-- all your everyday, nagging concerns.
MULDER: The ticking of your biological clock.
MULDER: How you probably couldn't afford that nice, new suede coat on a G-Woman's salary.
MULDER: How you threw away a promising career in medicine... (intimately into her ear) … to hunt aliens with a crackpot, albeit brilliant, partner.
MULDER: Getting into the heart of a global conspiracy. Your obscenely overdue triple-X bill. Oh, I... I'm sorry, Scully. Those last two problems are mine, not yours.
SCULLY: Shut up, Mulder. I'm playing baseball.
RIGHT? ♥
(Screencaps from here, transcript from here.)