Between takes, he plays with the ever present Blue, his Benji-ish mutt, who, in truth, isn’t very cute. Duchovny kicks her ball straight toward her head. Bam! She catches it in her teeth. He does it again, a cannonball fired from his toe. Again she snags it, tail wagging. He wants to take her on Letterman. He is that bewitched. Playing with the dog is one of the few times he relaxes on the set; an exception to his usual droll, enclosed stance.

"I’m lucky if I get a hello in the morning," says an assistant producer. "He doesn’t say much." 

GQ, “Darkman,” 1997

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