The X Files1993

Frohike:
He was a good friend. A redwood among mere sprouts. I guess this means he's passing you the torch?

Scully:
Uh, I'm afraid not. I'm soon to be out of a job.

Frohike:
Those sons of b*tches! They're rigging the game.

Scully:
And like rats they just scatter back into the wood pile.

Frohike:
The rats that killed the cat.