Bones

Cam: How are we going to get our hands on eight million dollars? Zack: Hodgins is rich. Cam: He is? Zack: "Rich squared to the power of ten times four" is how he puts it.

Hodgins: (blurts) I'm nuts about Angela. Over the moon. Stupid in love with her. That's why I bought her that ... that crazy, expensive perfume. A man gives you a bottle of perfume like that, it says ... it says, "I love you". (Brennan nods) There. I said it out loud.

Booth: I need you to be Dr. Brennan. Zack: (quoting Brennan) I don't know what that means.

Booth: I got about 100 agents working that angle. What does this mean, right here. (taps monitor) What does that mean? Zack: You're forgetting something, Brennan and Hodgins are out of air. Booth: Great, you wanna give up, huh? This is Bones we're talking about and Hodgins. You really think they didn't find a way to extend their air supply? Hell, they found a way to send us a message, to ask us for help and you wanna give up because of math.

Booth: We're running out of time. Zack: Minor correction. Dr. Brennan and Hodgins will run out of air in four seconds. We are out of time.

Booth: Dr Brennan, she's pretty good at making dead people tell her things.

(Booth and Brennan are in a church. Booth has just finished praying.) Brennan: What did you ask for? Booth: That's between me and a certain Saint. Although, I did ask for a little help finding the Gravedigger. Brennan: Good move. What's that smell? Booth: Candles. And I said thanks. You should try it some time. Brennan: If I were going to pray, I would have done it just before we set off the explosion. Booth: And you didn't? Brennan: No, see, if there was a God, which there isn't - Booth: Shhhh. (looks around) Do you see where we are? Brennan: And if I were someone who believed He had a plan ... Booth: Which I do ... Brennan: Then I'd be tempted to think He wanted me to go through something like I went through because it might make me more open to the whole ... concept.

Hodgins: I can't sleep, Angela. Angela: I thought that they gave you something for that. Hodgins: No, I mean I'm afraid...that if I close my eyes, when I-- when I open them I gonna be back in that car, buried, running out of air. Angela: Okay. Then you should come home with me. Hodgins: What? Angela: When you open your eyes, I'll be there. Hodgins: Yeah? Angela: (nodding) Yeah. Hodgins: (nodding) Okay.

Brennan: We should get as far away from the explosion as possible. Hodgins: Already am. (holds out hand) Care to join me?

Zack: Hodgins is all about dirt and Angela.

Hodgins: (to Brennan) If you can perform surgery out of thin air, then I can pull a little thin air out of thin air.

Hodgins: This thing you found in my leg is anodized plastic film coated in metallic tape with dried out adhesive. It's a bumper sticker. Brennan: You mean like "If You Can Read This, You're Too Close"?

Zack: (coming to realization) 6, 7, 16. Carbon, nitrogen, and sulfur on the periodic table of elements. They are buried in coal-rich soil. Booth: You gotta narrow it down, Zack. Angela: Keep going, Zack. Zack: The mineral components in coal are all the same. It's the organic components that provide a unique fingerprint. They're called macerals. They fluoresce at different levels. A reflectance of 1.4 is quite rare, suggesting a high concentration of inertinite. Booth: Zack, tell me what that means. Angela: It means he knows where they are.

Thomas Vega: You just need to deal with the facts. If you can't put the ransom together in the time he gave you, your partner is dead. Booth: (furiously throwing Vega on the table and choking him) Here's the deal, alright? You have a relationship with this guy, what they call symbiotic. You benefit from each other. So know this, huh? That deadline comes around and my partner is still in the ground, I will end you. You understand? Three hours to live. (lets him go) Better hurry.

Cam: (to Angela) Hodgins seems to write everything in some kind of code. I might have to get Zack over here to break it. Angela: It says that the traces of aluminum found on the clothing were almost certainly from the kidnapper's vehicle. Like a box. In the back of a trunk, or a van. Cam: You can read that? Angela: Yeah, Hodgins sends me a lot of notes.

Cam: What do you say we go to New York for the weekend? Booth: (skeptical) Yeah, I don't know. Cam: C'mon! We're two adults with no obligations. (continues as Booth's phone rings) Let it go to voice mail. We're not cheating, we're not hurting anybody, Seeley. Booth: Then why are we keeping our relationship such a secret, Camille? Cam: Because we work together, and we're professionals, and it's nobody's business, that's all. So, come to New York. We'll go to a musical. Booth: (laughs) Talking and singing, and talking and dancing, and more singing… ya know? Heh. If you wanna stop what we're doing, just say so. Cam: You can fantasize about pulling out your gun and shooting everyone on stage, you know you like that.

Zack: (referring to Hodgins) You should give him a chance. Angela: Excuse me? Zack: I apologize. I didn't say anything.

Hodgins: (not knowing Angela is in the room) If you haven't figured out the stun-gun, then I am this week's "King of the Lab" because I found something huge. Angela: You compete to be "King of the Lab"? Hodgins: (surprised) No. (laughs nervously) Hey, Angela. I didn't know that you were ... this sucks. I'm gonna go catch Brennan, then bolt for the night.

Brennan: Had it occurred to you that God is a lot like the Gravedigger? Booth: (stammers) What? What? Brennan: He lays down the rules, no way to question Him or negotiate, then it's almost as though He doesn't care how it works out. Either you do as He says, make some sacrifices and are delivered, or you don't and you end up in Hell. Booth: You know what I'd appreciate? If you didn't say things like that, because I really don't want to get struck by lightning. Brennan: You go to church every Sunday? Booth: Yes, I do. Brennan: Can I come with you? Booth: No, you can't. Brennan: Why? It might help me to understand. Booth: I am not gonna help you disrespect God in His own house, okay? If you wanna do some kind of, you know, anthropological study, turn on the religious channel.

Zack: The amount of blood suggests that at least one of them bled out. Probably the one with the injuries. I've also noted a constellation of identical non-metric variants. Extraforamina. Booth: Does that mean they were twins? Brennan: How did you know?

Hodgins: Can this possibly work? Brennan: I'm not really an explosives expert, but the dash might shape the charge enough to blow out the windshield. If we're less than four feet beneath the surface, this charge could blow us to freedom. Hodgins: And if we're buried more than four feet deep? Brennan: Then the concussion will turn our brains into jelly. Hodgins: Well, then we can run for Congress, so it's a win-win.

Brennan: Booth will find us. Hodgins: You have a lot of faith in Booth. Brennan: No, faith is an irrational belief in something that is logically impossible. Over time I have seen what Booth can do. It's not faith. Hodgins: No offense, and I'm not just saying this because you filleted me with a knife, we are out of air. We don't know if our message got out, much less if anyone understood it, and we are buried underground. What you have is faith, baby. (Brennan laughs) Sorry, the "baby" thing is a reflex...

Angela: Did you try just dialing the number? Booth: (agitated) I tried all the dumb guy normal stuff, okay? That's why I'm talking with the brain trust, alright? (slaps monitor with text message) Think! Eggheads, work it!

Brennan: Four to six seconds to enter a message and hit speed dial. Hodgins: I figured out a text message using eight key strikes. Brennan: How's your text messaging? Hodgins: Thumbs like lightning. I can do it.

Booth: I liked it better when they were aliens.

Policeman: We called for back up on account of they are aliens.

Hodgins: Someone ran me down with a car. Brennan: We knew that already. Hodgins: Yeah, but now that we've proved it, I find I'm really annoyed.

Zack: Dr. Brennan doesn't like it when we jump to conclusions. Cam: I'm sure she'll appreciate we're on a deadline.

Booth: God does not make mistakes. Angela: I don't know - putting testicles on the outside doesn't seem like such a good idea.

Hodgins: Aluminum. Brennan: Aluminum? Hodgins: Well, the Brits say "aluminium", but that sounds so, well... British.