I'll go with the printer.
[Zach and Hodgins are showing off the latest in their line of souped-up electronics, the SuperPrinter]
Hodgins: ...so, you just hold anything in front of the computer screen...
Zach: ...and the printer prints out the exact image!
Hodgins: Allow me to demonstrate. [makes a face at the computer screen; the printer immediately buzzes to life and begins printing]
Booth [looking at the picture of Hodgins' face and grimacing]: Oh, wow, you know, some technology just does not need to be made.
Bones: So... is it possible to turn the program off?
Hodgins: It's so cool!
Booth: Well, uh, you know, some people may want to be in here and not be recorded every time they accidentally get too close to the stupid computer screen....
Hodgins: Whoa, okay. First of all, this is not stupid. This machine is smarter than you.
[Everyone performs a sort of collective "big deal" shrug]
Hodgins: Okay, it's smarter than Dr. Brennan.
[All look much more impressed]
Hodgins: Yeah, that's right.
Brennan: Somehow I doubt that.
Hodgins: And secondly... what would you guys be doing in here that you didn't want any of us to know about?
Booth: Uh, you know, secret... FBI stuff.
Hodgins: Can't you do "secret FBI stuff" in your own office?
Hodgins: And what about you, Dr. Brennan? We all work together; what would you have to hide from us?
Bones: I... come here at night sometimes to write. And don't like to be disturbed.
Hodgins: By computer programs.
Bones: Yes. I get... very uncomfortable when I feel I'm being watched.
Angela: I bet you do.
[Booth's phone rings; Booth quickly answers it]
Booth: Yeah? Mm-hm. Oh, thank God. No, no, of course it's awful that someone's been brutally murdered... just uh, good timing is all. Yeah. Okay, bye.
Bones: Guess we'd better go.
[both run off]
Cam: ...was weird.
Hodgins [laying a hand on the printer]: I am so leaving this thing on tonight.
Yet another way-too-long post, but I couldn't help myself.
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