Bones

Cam: Why do you know that? Zack: My knowledge is vast. Cam: Why did I ask?

Brennan: I bet if you told the agency you're going to identify Colonel Howard to the press they'd be a little more cooperative. Booth: Yeah. You know, I've been a wonderful influence on you. Brennan: Actually I learned that move from Cam.

(At the restaurant, Hodgins pushes a small velvet box across the table to Angela.) Hodgins: I believe that if two people care enough for each other, the rest of the world disappears to them. I feel that when I'm with you. (Angela opens the box to reveal a diamond engagement ring.) I'm prepared to put you ahead of me for the rest of my life. Angela Montenegro, will you marry me?

Booth: You eat yet? Bones: I said I'd wait…how did you know that James would tell me? Booth: Well, man loves his wife. May not be strong but, he has a conscience. Bones: See, I…I can't tell that stuff. Booth: And I can't tell the difference between coral and bone, so, guess we make a great pair. (Rushing) Hey, speaking of marriage, Hodgins is going to propose to Angela tonight. Bones: Hmm. Booth: What? Bones: I guess right now it looks to me like marriage is having someone who'll slap your enemies and then toss their dead bodies out of airplanes. Booth: Try not to mention that to Angela.

Hodgins: (Confused after Angela's refusal) I don't know whether I should laugh, cry or punch out the sommelier.

Hodgins: (After Angela has turned down his proposal) But you love me? Angela: More than you know.

Hodgins: So did you? Bones and Booth: (Smiling curiously at each other) Did we what? Hodgins: Vomit, in the Comet. Booth: No, I didn't vomit! I'm sure they were trying. Bones: (Enthusiastically) They can try me anytime. It was truly amazing! Booth: You had a little too much fun, okay?

Booth: The warrant includes anything that happens to be in plain sight. Bones: Plane sight. (chuckles) get it, it's a pun.

Booth: (sarcastically) Come on, four hits simultaneously with a broadsword? What, was he attacked by the Knights of the Round Table?

Zack: The blade was moving at a velocity of approximately 116 meters per second. Booth: (To Bones) What's that in American? Bones: About 260 miles per hour.

Angela: (wearing a fancy dress) The pattern is consistent with sharp force trauma from a curved blade approximately 35mm thick Zack, and if I am late for dinner, I am going to find whatever it is, and I will hit you with it. Booth: Wo-ow, you- you look incredible. Bones: You really do. Booth: You know what else I can tell, just by looking at you, you smell great. Zack: You can not see smell.

Bones: Best guess right now, a broad sword. Booth: Broadsword, like King Arthur? Bones: Yes. Booth: Broadsword, you know what Bones, I like the whole alien thing much better. Broadsword?! Where do you people come up with this stuff.

Zack: These bones are as human as you are. Hodgins: Oh, if you only knew how irony packed that is. (Zack looks at Hodgins shocked) It's a (Hodgins starts to chuckle) joke, don't you be coming around to boil me in the middle of the night.

Bones: Maybe, it wasn't a UFO that Cal saw. He could have seen something else. Booth: (Sarcastically) Oh, yeah, like a Death Beam, or a Space Baby. Bones: I was thinking more along the lines of spy satellite or experimental technology. You know, maybe the Agency was afraid Cal's sharing sensitive information with the STC. Booth: Regardless, our government does not kill people, okay Bones? Bones: (Scoffs) You were a sniper. Wasn't it our Government who sent you to kill people? (Booth looks at her a little hurt) Just saying.

Booth: Hey, Bones, I ran a check on the STC, okay they're a part of the Tin Foil Hat Squad. Bones: What's that? Booth: (Sarcastically) They wear tin little hats, probably to keep the aliens from controlling their minds. Bones: Oh, schizophrenics.

Bones: The zero g? Booth: The Vomit Comet!

Booth: Makes you feel small doesn't it. Bones: Because the picture is so big? Booth: No, because the universe is so big. Bones: You're not looking at the universe. You are looking at an enlarged photograph of Earth. Booth: Okay, well, you see one thing and I see another thing, personally I like what I see.

Hodgins: Can I ask you a question? Booth: (Slightly uncomfortably) Yeah. Hodgins: What's the deal on proposing, you know, to a woman? Booth: (Relaxes and sits down, relieved) Oh- Hodgins: I mean, what is the absolute proper way to do it? Booth: I don't know. I mean, the one time I did it, I got shot down flat. Hodgins: Did you do it by the book? Booth: Mm-hmm...well, no. We were waiting for the stick to turn blue or not to turn blue, and I realized I wanted to marry her if the stick was blue or not. Hodgins: Yeah, that's sorta what I did, only without the sticks. Booth: You asked Angela to marry you? Hodgins: Apparently I didn't do it right. Booth: (Adamantly) Do it again! Go all out this time, with the dinner and the getting down on one knee, the violin.....forget the violin.

Booth: You know General Sanbourne, I know you people are really tight lipped, but I am really good friends with a very aggressive federal prosecutor who is great at getting warrants.

Nina: Excuse me, can I see some I.D. please? Booth: Yeah, sure, I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Bones: Is there some kind of rule that astronauts' wives travel in packs?

Bones: (talking about the astronauts' wives they just interviewed) It just seems so odd, those women stick together like a harem.

Booth: Wait, does that add up to the right amount of bone rot? Bones: Loss, bone loss, and...yes!

Bones: This is, I wanna say anomalous, but I'm going to go with weird.

Booth: (Sarcastically) Blowflies on aliens, who knew? Hodgins: You're taking a shot at me because I happen to believe that we are not all alone in an infinity of space. Bones: It's not the believing in extra-terrestrials that's odd- Booth: It's the believing that they're visiting us. Hodgins: This guy is wearing loafers. Aliens don't wear loafers people! Cam: Even if they want to pass unnoticed amongst us? Booth: You know, before taking us over... Hodgins: Oh, this is harassment. (Bones and Cam smile at Hodgins, stifling laughter) You know it's illegal to mock people for their fundamental beliefs.

Booth: So, we're gonna go with the theory that this was once human. Bones: I've never read about an alien encounter in which the aliens wore loafers. Booth: How much you wanna bet Hodgins has?

Booth: (As he and Bones walk up to the body in the crater, sarcastically) So, what do you think, dead? (Bones looks at him incredulously) I'm just saying, if he fell out of a plane, that plane is long gone by now.

Booth: Make anything out? Bones: Yes ... it's a crater. Booth: We know it's a crater Bones. Question is, what caused it? Bones: You should ask a geologist. Farmer: I can tell you for sure it's not a meteor. Booth: You got a look of what's inside? Farmer: Not for long. State Troopers didn't want anyone getting near it until you people got here. Booth: (sarcastically) Very nice of them. Bones: But-wha-what did it look like? Farmer: I'm pretty sure it was meat ... meat wearing clothes.

Booth: (Sarcastically) So he fell from outer space in a pair of loafers?

(Discussing the possible existence of aliens} Zack: Little green men? Hodgins: Grey. They're grey. Not green. Grey. Being as you are half alien yourself, you should know that.