Bones

Brennan: Do you remember me, Sean? Sean: You're the museum lady, the one who's so smart. Brennan: Yeah, I'm pretty smart. Attorney: (sarcastically) And modest. Booth: Oh, believe me, she is being modest.

Cop: You mind if I make an observation? Brennan: No, of course not. Cop: In your book, the cops come off as very one-dimensional. Why is that? Brennan: You mean two-dimensional. Zack: One dimensionality exists only in theory as a mathematical value. Cop: Oookay ... really looking forward to your next book.

(Booth and Brennan approach Brennan's silver Mercedes convertible.) Booth: (impressed) You gotta be kidding me. Brennan: What? My publishers gave it to me. Booth: Gave it to you? Brennan: Book sales are pretty good. It's supposed to be a nice car. Booth: Gave it to you? Brennan: Yeah. Booth: Well, why'd you park it crooked? Brennan: The guy told me to always park it like that. Booth: He's wrong. Makes you look like an idiot.

Angela: Well, I wouldn't bet a date with Colin Farrell on it. Brennan: I know him. He's funny. Angela: Funny is Will Ferrell, sweetie. Hot, is Colin Farrell.

Booth: I'm sorry. Brennan: For what? Booth: You have personal experience in the system. Brennan: (she turns to look at him and speaks after a while) I was a foster child until my grandfather got me out. Booth: (carefully) Yeah, when you said, um, they take you away from your brother, I kind of had the feeling you weren't talking about David Cook. Brennan: Booth, I'll tell you all about it one day but tonight, I have to get dressed for a party.

(Brennan inside the FBI interrogation room with Sean, while Booth is standing outside on the other side of the mirror, listening) Brennan: I can make sure that you go back to Margaret. Sean: How? You work at a museum. Brennan: (She looks towards the mirror as she speaks) I have a friend at the FBI. If I ask him to, he will make sure that you and David get to live with Margaret again. Child Advocate: Dr. Brennan, you can't make promises like that. Brennan: (firmly) Yes, I can. He will do it. My friend will make it happen. Booth: Oh man. (to Johnnston) I'm going to need your help to keep the promises she made to that boy. Sara Johnston: Hey, I…I…I can't promise - Booth: (firmly) Mrs. Johnston, my people and your people are going to have to make this happen.

Booth: Bones, I thought you'd like to know. Sean and David are in emergency care. Pulled some strings, to make sure they get to stay together. Brennan: (without even looking at him) That's good, thanks. Booth: The best I could do. Brennan: Yeah, I understand. Booth: (exasperated) You know, you say you understand, but you don't! Not really. I mean, if you don't like the rule, you ignore it, right? I can't have that. And if you want to do this - Brennan: Do what? Booth: Work on cases, with me, outside the lab. If you wanna do that, I need to know that you will respect the law. Brennan: Tell you what, if I can't respect the law I can at least respect you. Booth: (baffled) Oh, ahm, huh, yeah, that'll work.

Brennan: I'm afraid Angela might quit. Booth: I'm amazed she stuck it out this long. Brennan: Why? Booth: Because she's human? (Brennan gives him a look) I'm sorry Bones, it's just, you know, Angela didn't get the same training the rest of you got on planet Vulcan. Brennan: I don't know what that means. Booth: She's more sensitive. Zack: Who's more sensitive? Brennan: Angela. Booth: She likes puppies and kitties and ducklings and, you know, Jell-O shots, and dancing on bars. Brennan: I know that. She's my best friend. And Angela is not the only person in the world who likes baby animals. Zack: I never got the big attraction. Booth: I rest my case.

(Brennan has held a talk and is being questioned by the audience) Booth: I have a question. Regarding the role of the FBI in your book, who did you base brilliant and insightful Special Agent Andy Lister on? Goodman: Oh, for God's sake. Booth: (smirking) Cause, you know, I'm pretty sure it was me. Brennan: What are you doing here Booth?

Angela: How long have we known each other? Hodgins: Do people really ever know each other? Angela: How come you've never invited me over to your house? Hodgins: Aww. I didn't pick up that kind of vibe off you. Angela: I thought we were close. All of us. What else don't I know? Is Zack from another planet? Hodgins: Oh, come on. That one's obvious. Angela: You're rich. You single-handedly own the Cantilever Group. Don't deny it. I know. Hodgins: Who else knows? Angela: Zack. Booth. Hodgins: Don't tell Brennan. Angela: Why don't you want us to know that you're actually our boss? Hodgins: I don't want to be anyone's boss. I never did. Please respect that.

(Brennan is dressed for the banquet, Booth is looking at her for a while) Booth: You look nice. Better than nice you look uh, very... Brennan: Thanks. Booth: Bones, how did you know I was going to keep your promise? Brennan: What promise? Booth: To get Sean and David back with Margaret Sanders. Brennan: Maybe I was lying to catch the bad guy. I learned that trick from you. The end justifies the means. Booth: Hmm. (Rather disappointed with her answer, Booth starts walking away.) Brennan: Booth! I knew you'd back me up... I knew you wouldn´t make me a liar. Booth: How did you know? Brennan: Because you want to go to Heaven. Booth: But you don't believe in Heaven. Brennan: But you do.

Hodgins: What I want in life is to come in here and sift through slime and bugs.

Goodman: When I said you should think of this invitation as a summons, I understated. It's a subpoena. A grand jury subpoena. Ignore it at your own peril.

Goodman: These are invitations to a banquet. Brennan: You called a special meeting to invite us to a party? Goodman: Don't think of it as an invitation. Consider it a summons.

Brennan: You're not going to fire us if we don't go. Goodman: No, not fire you, but I can move your parking spot to lot M. Enjoy the shuttle ride. Zack: The shuttle smells like feet.

Zack: What do we talk about? Goodman: Your work, of course. Angela: Zack's work consists of removing flesh from corpses. Hodgins dissects bugs that have been eating peoples' eyeballs. Hodgins: Leave me out of it. I am not going. Goodman: And how do you see your job? Angela: I draw death masks. Goodman: Is that really how you see it? Angela: Don't you? Goodman: You are the best of us, Miss Montenegro. You discern humanity in the wreck of a ruined human body. You give victims back their faces, their identities. You remind us all of why we're here in the first place; because we treasure human life. (Angela, all teary, hugs Goodman) Goodman: Oh, for God's sake. Brennan: What happened? Zack: Apparently all Angela needed was to hear her job description in a deep, African-American tone. Goodman: Mr. Addy!

Hodgins: Zack has been informed that if he tells anyone who I am, I will kick him out on the street like a stray dog. Sadly, there's nothing I can threaten you two with. Angela: Yeah, that's a shame.

Hodgins: Do you have time for this? Brennan: They gave me a car. Hodgins: Nice! Who? Brennan: My publisher. Now I feel like I have to earn it by writing another book. Hodgins: Fight coercion in all its forms. You don't write the book, I don't go to the banquet. Solidarity.

Hodgins: I recognize that look. Brennan: What? Hodgins: You're writing another book. When you write, you get a stunned look on your face like you stuck a fork in a toaster.

Booth: Ok, if you can't see the guy's face, maybe you can clear up a reflection. Zack: That's a workable idea. Booth: Well, I'd say thanks, you know, if you didn't say it like it was some kind of a miracle.

Booth: You're actually one of them, aren't you? Angela: One of who? Booth: A squint! I mean, you look normal, and you act normal, but you're actually one of them. Angela: This whole mass recognition program was Brennan's idea. I'm completely normal, really. Booth: Yeah, maybe before you got this job, but now...

Brennan: Did you bring the thermal imager? Zack: I don't think we need it. (Brennan looks disapprovingly at Zack.) Zack: It makes me look like the Great Gazoo. Brennan: K, I don't know what that means, but we definitely need it, Zack.

Booth: (referring to Hodgins) Paranoia and delusions of grandeur...all in one package.

Angela: What do you guys even talk about when he drives you to work? Zack: I mostly sleep. Hodgins mostly yells at the radio.

Angela: Hodgins is our boss?

Angela: I'm an artist. I used to draw naked guys. Now I draw dead guys.

Angela: (to Hodgins) Anger is only fear turned inwards.