Temperance: (to Booth while he's driving) If you drive one more block I'm screaming "kidnap" out the window. Zach: A good hypothesis withstands testing. That?s what makes it a good hypothesis. Angela: Can I, as the only normal person in this room, say?eww? Booth: He's got no sense of discretion, that kid. Typical squint. Temperance: I don't know what that means. Booth: When cops get stuck we bring in people like you, ya know? Squints. You know, squint at things. Temperance: Oh you mean people with very high IQs and basic reasoning skills? Booth: Bones identifies bodies for us. Brennan: Don't call me Bones and I do more than identify. Goodman: Go polish a bone Mr. Addy. (edit) Goodman: Dr. Brennan, are you playing me? Brennan: You know I'm no good at that. Goodman: Hmm, thus far, but you have a disturbingly steep learning curve. Booth: You expect me, a federal agent, to declare war on a United States senator based on your little holographic crystal ball? Brennan: It's not magic. It's a logical recreation of events based on evidence. Oliver: He killed Cleo? Booth: Yeah, he did. Oliver: Then I'm okay with him bleeding to death. Booth: That guy bleeds to death, Bones will go on trial for attempted murder. You don't want that, do you? Oliver: No. Booth: Plus, I understand that applying pressure to a wound can be extremely painful. (Oliver shuffles over to stop the bleeding) Booth: What are you trying to do? Brennan: Blackmail you. Booth: Blackmail a federal agent. Brennan: Yes. Booth: I don't like it. Brennan: I'm fairly certain you're not supposed to. Booth: Fine. You're in. Booth: What's it going to take? Brennan: Full participation in the case. Booth: Fine. Brennan: Not just lab work. Everything. Booth: What? You want me to spit in my hand? We're Scully and Mulder. DHS Officer: Most people in this situation, what they do, is sweat. Brennan: Guatemala. Genocide. How are you scary after that? Angela: Are you exhausted? Was Guatemala awful? Was it horribly backward? Brennan: And yet I was never reduced to flashing my boobs for information. Booth: A decomposed corpse was found this morning at Arlington National Cemetery... Brennan: Arlington National Cemetery is full of decomposed corpses. It's a cemetery. (in reference to Brennan's novel) David: Bone Free. Kind of like Born free, minus the lions. Booth: Yuck on the title. Am I in it? Brennan: No! David: Definitely. Brennan: Uhhh...We have to get to court. David: Hope you have your original notes cause last time... (Brennan turns back around) Brennan: Told you Booth! Booth: Bones? Bones, you up there? Come on, let?s go, huh? Chop, chop. (While looking at the skull of a Jane Doe) Brennan: Tissue depth of the cheek bones and along the jawline looks a little deep to me but otherwise-- Booth: (pulls Brennan away in a hurry) Outta limbo, back on Earth, and on our way to court. Thanks! (talking about unidentified remains) Dr. Goodman: (to Zack) Please don't refer to bone storage as "Limbo". Zack: There are thousands of human remains down there waiting to be identified. Limbo seems an appropriate name. CSI Technician: What kind of person could use this on a human being? Zack: Buttercup, if you sign off on these tissue markers, Angela can finish the facial reconstruction. Brennan: Why did you say Buttercup? Zack: I just thought Buttercup was amusing rhyming linguistically and this is the latest Jane Doe from Limbo. Booth: How about this for rhyming linguini, see you later alligator. Brennan: You were old enough to remember. What?s my real name?McVicar: Your father is a hard man Joy. Brennan: My name is Brennan. I?m Dr. (Brennan huffs, almost in tears) I?m Dr. Temperance Brennan. (McVicar walks out) I work at the Jeffersonian Institution. Iam a forensic anthropologist. I specialize in identif, in identifying, in identifying people when nobody knows who they are. My father was a science teacher and my mother was a bookkeeper. My brother, I have a brother. I?m Dr. Temperance Brennan. Booth: I know who you are. Hey I know, it?s okay. (Brennan hugs Booth) Shh, it's gonna be alright. Brennan: (speaking with Angela) Suddenly, no one cared where I was. I miss that. Someone caring where I am all the time. Brennan: (to Booth) If you keep bringing Chinese food in the middle of the night, we're both going to get fat. Brennan: What kind of person could use this on a pig? Brennan: I think I just became a vegetarian. Booth: You got two ways to look at this. One is you score a private Chat. The second one is you attack her and I'll drill you through the forehead. Vince: (handcuffed) How can I possibly attack her? Booth: I'll decide what is and isn't an attack, like, say, a hiccup. Brennan's new book manuscript that Booth sneaks a look at, (and sees that it is dedicated to him), is "Cross Bones." (AS HE SEJUSTED SHE CHANGED THE TITLE)
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