Bones

Booth: Okay, what's our deal? Sweets: Our deal? Booth: Yeah, yeah, what- what- what are you FBI shrink, friend, objective observer? Sweets: Oh oh oh, you want to know my primary role. Okay, well, that depends upon a number of factors. Booth: Sweets. Plain language. Sweets: The FBI hires me to evaluate agents. You're an agent. Booth: So, FBI first, me second? Sweets: No, no, no, Agent Booth, that's not what I meant. Booth: (his phone rings) It's okay, Sweets, I get it. Sweets: Please let me finish. Booth: You just called me "Agent Booth." That's says it all, "Dr. Sweets." You know, I learned the importance of vocabulary choices from you, and I gotta go catch a murderer. (leaves)

Booth: If a man can't have the woman that he loves, he gets a bit crazy.

Brennan: So, Sweets told you about the hands and the feet? Gordon: Mmm we're consulting. Patient confidentiality is being maintained, and I won't tell Booth that you've been ratting him out to the FBI behind his back. Brennan: Ratting out is an accurate phrase but somehow it doesn't seem true. Gordon: Hmm, you have come quite a long distance since we last met if you can now see a distinction between accuracy and the truth. Brennan: I'm trying to help Booth. I can be objective about his brain and he can't. Gordon: Sometimes you have to help people against their wishes. Brennan: I can't think of anything I wouldn't do to help him.

Gordon: Grow a set! Be a man! Step up! She's your partner, for heaven's sake. The job you do together is highly dangerous. She counts on you for protection. So you ... damn well better protect her. Booth: So that's your big psychiatric advice? Just, "grow a set"? Gordon: Indeed. When it comes to a man and his gun, a woman is the natural cure. Take Dr. Brennan to this um, shooting event of yours. You won't fail in front of her. Trust me.

Booth: I just need you to help me fire my gun. Gordon: That sounds desperately phallic. Is this maybe a sexual problem? Booth: Don't say that. Don't even put that out in the air.

Sweets: Would you like to accompany me? Gordon: To what end? Sweets: Double teamed by a psychologist and a chef? It'll be epic.

Sweets: You wanted me to talk to the victim's family with you? Booth: Yeah I got the twin brother and the uh sister-in-law. They're in the conference room. Sweets: What are we looking for? Booth: Lies and guilt, Sweets. What else is there?

Gordon: When you were in a coma, you got a glimpse of another world. Booth: Right, and how does that help me aim my gun? Gordon: Temperance Brennan. You're in love with her. You're building a world around her. A family. Booth: We're not compatible. She sees the world one way, I see it, another way. Gordon: Oh of course, it's absolutely ludicrous, the idea of you two together but, the heart chooses what it chooses doesn't it? We don't really have any say in the matter. Booth: She doesn't love me. I would know if she loved me. Gordon: May I counsel patience on this front? Hope and patience.

Gordon: I don't think Booth has brain damage. Sweets: What's his problem? Gordon: May I ask why, you didn't publish your book on Booth and Brennan? Sweets: What? Is there a connection between my book and Booth's marksmanship? Gordon: I believe you didn't publish it because you're afraid of how Brennan and Booth would react to its conclusion. Sweets: My book concludes that Brennan and Booth are in love with each other.

Sweets: I believe that as a reaction to the childhood traumas of abuse and abandonment, Dr. Brennan utilizes her intellect to armor herself from intense levels of emotion like love. Gordon: And Booth? Sweets: Well, subconsciously he's sensitive to her vulnerability. He knows that acting upon his feelings for her would amount to a kind of, assault. Gordon: I couldn't agree with you more. Sweets: So, Booth not shooting straight is simply what? A manifestation of his phallic frustration? Gordon: Yeah, well he quite literally can't bring his weapon to bear. Sweets: Do I even have the right to publish my book and make public what these two can't even admit to themselves? Gordon: Look you're- Don't ask me. I'm just a chef.

Gordon: Have you noticed any behavioral changes in Booth since he woke up from the coma? Angela: He's not as happy-go-lucky as he used to be. It's like he's ... sort of sad. Gordon: Hmm. Well perhaps the brain tumor forced him to confront his own mortality. Angela: Booth confronted his mortality plenty of times. I think that that dream he had, about him and Brennan being married, I think that he, sort of misses that dream. It's like he's homesick for that place and, those people. Gordon: You think Booth fell in love with Dr. Brennan during a dream. Angela: So do you. Right? Gordon: Well, I'm a- I'm a psychiatrist, I'm, I'm not comfortable with answering. Angela: No, you're a chef. Gordon: I am. As usual you- you see the truth of things.

Booth: Okay, think about it. End of a rainbow, little green guy, gold coins. (getting excited) What does that tell you? Bones: That I need an umbrella and that the remains are horribly compromised. Booth: It tells me leprechaun. (closes his eyes) Bones: (grinning) Are you praying? Booth: I'm makin' a wish!

Booth: Sinkhole? Officer Novarro: Oh no thanks, already got one. (gestures over his shoulder) That's it over there. Big sucker.