Bones

Cam: So by gelatinous material you meant ambrosia salad? Hodgins: It sounded more scientific.

Brennan: Is she crying because she loved him, or because she lost a mansion? Booth: (mouths) The mansion.

Brennan: I thought you said you were just going to talk to him! Booth: Yeah, well I saw his face and I got mad.

Angela: I draw stuff, okay? Fluids are not my actual area of expertise. Cam: It's Hodgins' area of expertise and Hodgins is your area of expertise. So by my calculations all the areas of expertise are overlapping perfectly.

Brennan: The Ancient Greeks chased a ball made of animal skin wrapped around seeds, but that was a fertility right, played in the nude. Hodgins: The nude. Count me in! Zack: I tend to look better fully clothed.

Zack: I don't think the victim was killed by the bleachers. Hodgins: What do you mean? The dude's an accordion!

Booth: Hey. You know, last time I was under the bleachers I was uh, getting ready to smoke a cigarette and make out with Vanessa Taylor. Brennan: I didn't know you smoked. Booth: Eighth grade Bones, come on didn't you ever get naughty with a jock under the bleachers? Brennan: You were a jock? Booth: You know you had to be one if you wanted to make out with Vanessa Taylor.

Angela: I've been thinking about it, and ... I don't think it was professional of you to leave this file with me. Cam: Really why is that? Angela: I'm not Hodgins' assistant. Cam: But you are his girlfriend. Angela: Problem is that being his girlfriend is a personal, private thing, and this is work. Cam: Ahh (puts a CD in the computer) Angela: I mean I don't think it's good to mix the personal and work. Hodgins and I are completely separated human beings with completely separated careers. Cam: In your opinion I crossed a line. Angela: Yeah, it's my opinion. Cam: I apologize Angela. Angela: Thank you. Cam: (as Angela is leaving) But you might, be able to understand why I was a little confused because apparently you are not always against bringing your personal life to work. (Angela sees a video of her and Hodgins having sexual relations) Angela: Oh my God. Cam: Cause what you are doing there is extremely personal. Angela: Yeah, extremely personal. Cam: I'm seeing parts of you and Hodgins I'd rather to leave to the imagination. Angela: When did they put security cameras in the storage area? Who else has seen this? Cam: So far just me and a very appreciative security guard. Angela: Oh my God. Well you've made your point. Cam: Good. This is the only copy. Angela: Do we get any points for this occurring during lunch hour, which is, as you know, personal time. Cam: No. Angela: Fair enough, had to ask.

(Angela is watching a recording of her and Hodgins having sexual relations in a storage room) Cam: Angela. Angela: Yeah? You know, this is pretty good. I mean, usually with these things you think "God, more yoga less carbs" you know but, this ain't bad. Cam: You might wanna ... turn the volume down. Angela: Yeah, thanks.

Bones: (to Booth) You don't play at being a warrior. You are a warrior ... every day. You're definitely a ... fully developed man.

Booth: (after Brennan dismisses sports as unimportant) And another thing. I uh, I fought in a war. So sports is a childish substitute? I can live with that.

Bones: Anthropologically speaking sports are just a way for boys to practice their battle skills. Booth: Yeah okay.

Brennan: We found evidence that one of the cheerleaders, might have been with RJ, before he died ... sexually. Dallas Verona: I know what "been with" means.

Cam: Perhaps he was, killed before ejaculation. Angela: I don't wanna get graphic or anything but, wouldn't it be difficult to simultaneously bash someone's head in while servicing them? Cam: Talk about multi-tasking.

Celeste: (to Brennan) I don't like you. (to Colby) I hate her.