Scully enters the basement of the FBI building in Washington DC. Fox Mulder reclines behind his desk, feet up. He is holding a small top in his left hand, examining it.
Scully: Mulder, I came as soon as I got your message. What's going on?
Mulder: I think I may have discovered another secret page from my family history, Scully.
Scully: What is it? Your father was involved in an alien cover-up? Your mother was possessed by demons? Your uncle was a bigfoot?
Mulder: No Scully, something far more unexpected. I think I may be Jewish.
Scully: What? Mulder, that doesn't make any sense. Your mother's maiden name is Dutch. When we thought you were dead, you were buried in a Protestant ceremony. You even took me to church once.
Mulder: I know I just... I feel this voice inside me... it's like, if we were just performers in a play, the person playing me is telling me I'm Jewish. Does that even make sense?
Mulder: Take a look at this. It's called a dreidel. I've been spinning it all day. But there's something odd about it.
Mulder spins the top on his desk. It rolls and then topples onto the wood
Mulder: See, Scully, gimel again. I think it's trying to tell me something.
Scully: Oh, it's telling me something all right...