Bones

Caroline: There is a long list of people who wanted this woman dead. You know who leaps to my mind? Dr. Brennan's father. Booth: Max? Caroline: He took a shot at the woman before. Maybe he got nervous when he heard "appeal." Thought he had to come keep you people safe, like a lifeguard. Booth: Well, I'll tell you what. Supposedly, he's in Mexico, but I'll put him on the list. Caroline: And while you're at it, put yourself on there too. Booth: Me? I was standing right next to you. Caroline: Don't worry, cher. I told you, I couldn't see a thing. Booth: You gotta be kidding me. (Caroline walks away) Come on! Huh?

Booth: What happened to you? Sweets: Caroline hollered at me.

Caroline: I did think this could have been you. Max: Well, it's nice to know I'm still suspected. I appreciate that; thank you. Thank you very much.

Caroline: I've never been so scared… as when her head… flew to pieces? Don't tell anybody… I messed myself. Sweets: You did? Caroline: We're all just people, cherie. You're an expert with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Now, who's Heather Taffet? Sweets: Dead serial killer. Caroline: You're damn straight. Dr. Brennan has her head all rigged up, spinning like a Christmas tree. It's over. She can't get to any of us anymore.

Brennan: I have not seen any evidence that proves that the same person who shot the Gravedigger also killed this victim. Wendell: Are you suggesting that the sniper was looking for a place to shoot and just so happened upon a dead girl in a bathtub full of lye? Brennan: Your Socratic question constitutes a powerful argument.

Booth: We're looking for a trained sniper. (to Sweets) Will you tell her? Caroline: He tested as an expert marksman. Booth: Okay, maybe he made a good shot once in a while, all right, but he was all sweaty and nervous. Caroline: You can't exonerate a man for excessive perspiration.

Brennan: Well, is there anything you can do to determine the original form of the bullet before it was fired? Angela: (chuckling) You mean, can I un-squash it? Brennan: Yes. I-it needs un-squashing.

Caroline: Don't just stand there! We got a shrink who needs shrunk and a headless child-killer in a puddle of brains. Booth: Well, who's gonna take the witness statements? Caroline: Does it matter? That shot came out of nowhere, straight from God.