"'What's this?' she asked, accepting it only to find two
words written in black Sharpie across the tab. Two words she had
long dreaded seeing. '"Elvis lives", Mulder? Lives
where? In your eternally youthful imagination?'
'I like to think that a little bit of Elvis lives in all of
us, Scully. But the current pretender to the throne lives just
outside Memphis, Tennessee.'"