Bones Season 4 Episode 22

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.