Bones

Brennan: Did you get the injunction? Booth: No, the judge turned us down. Brennan: W-why? Booth: Why? Because both the paramedics and the medical examiner said that Reilly here died of heart failure. No evidence of "translation." Brennan: But I'm contradicting them. My record and credentials– Booth: (interrupting) Okay, look. The judge said he didn't want to grant a request (in an ever-quietening voice) to an author of pulp mystery books just because she wanted to get a little free publicity. There, I said it. Brennan: That man is a fool! (Booth grimaces) They are not pulp!

Barney Reilly: What a lovely voice you have, Dr. Brennan. Brennan: Yes, I know!

Booth: Zombies? Bones: There are no such things as zombies. It's just an island superstition. Dr. Jonah Amayo: And now you've managed to insult an entire culture and their belief system. Booth: She does that to everyone.

Sweets: Grief, can be very difficult to process, so if anyone needs to talk ... Booth: That's why they have booze, Sweets.

Booth: Can you get lost? Bones: Why? Booth: I can be devastatingly charming if you're not watching me!

Booth: Just make sure when they put me in the ground I'm dead. Bones: Yeah. No problem. Booth: Right? Maybe uh, you know, leave my body out for, a few hours and check on me every once in a while. Bones: No I'd rather refrigerate you or else you would start to smell.

Booth: Look, if I die, I want you to do me a favor. Bones: (interrupting him) Well, you will die, Booth. It's inevitable. Booth: Alright, whatever, Bones. When I inevitably drop dead before you I'd like you to come out and, you know, spend some time and talk to me every once in a while. Bones: Well I'll feel foolish knowing that you can't hear me. Booth: Promise me. (Bones hesitates; Booth gives her a sad look) Bones: I promise. Booth: Hey, there you go, ah? You agreed, I didn't think you would agree! Now, why did you agree? Bones: I believe that if I pretended you were still here, I'd feel better for a moment. Also, speaking to you would require me to figuratively look at myself through your eyes – again temporarily – and, I think that would make me live my life more successfully. Booth: Hm. (puts an arm around her shoulder) You know what, Bones? That is the best thing that anyone has ... ever said about me.

Booth: Nobody looks inside the casket, okay Mr. Tung? Tung: (nods) How do I do that? Booth: Just, um- w- Bones, how does he do that? Bones: Say someone enters and desires to gaze upon the visage of their dead relative one more time, in a vain effort to say goodbye to someone who can neither see nor hear them because there's no such thing as a soul- Booth: (interrupting) Bones, just- ju- Bones, Bones. Just give him a reason not to show the body. Bones: We are encountering fluid seepage at the moment, and the body is not available for viewing, just now. Tung: I would never phrase it that way. Booth: I know, it's perfect! It's so gross.