Bones

Hodgins: This is like watching cars mate.

(Brennan and Deaver talking about the jury with Booth nearby) Brennan: Well, you're underestimating their intelligence. Deaver: You're overestimating their ability to stay awake. When these S&M perverts walk on this, it'll be on your head. (Deaver walks away; Brennan turns to Booth) Brennan: Can you believe that!? (Booth looks very uncomfortable) What? You agree with her? Booth: Uh, not entirely. Brennan: Not entirely. So that means partly. Well, I was perfectly clear. Didn't you think I was clear? Booth: (hesitantly) Sometimes and um, sometimes you were…a little hard to follow. Brennan: What are you talking about? When? Booth: When you were...talking. (quickly) Listen Bones, I know you care about this case but I think you should let them see that. Brennan: So, I should perform? Booth: Just a little bit. Yeah, I mean, did you see how I portrayed myself as a no-nonsense, tough guy cop? Brennan: You are a no-nonsense, tough guy cop. Booth: (snaps his fingers) Exactly! And I think that it wouldn't hurt if the jury saw who you really are. Brennan: Well I don't know who you think that is Booth because this is who I really am...just this. (walks away upset)

Booth: Bones, you ok? Brennan: Why wouldn't I be? Booth: Cause the nutty professor has graded your paper. What did he give you anyway, huh? I was always happy with a B. Brennan: I never got a B and I never will. (storms off) Booth: That's my girl.

Brennan: Seeking sexual gratification through the manipulation of power. Probably the oldest of fetishes, Master-Slave. It's all about dominance. Booth: This sort of thing only comes up when the bloom goes off the rose, if you know what I mean. Brennan: I don't know what you mean. Booth: You know, when the regular stuff, when it gets old you need to spice it up, it's over. If the sex is good you don't need any help. Brennan: (big smile) That's for sure. Booth: I'm sorry? Brennan: I was agreeing. Booth: Yeah, well, don't, ok? It kinda freaks me out. Brennan: I was just saying that I myself feel no inclination toward either pain or dominance when it comes to sex. Booth: Are you sure? Brennan: Yeah, I'm sure. Booth: Cause you can be very bossy.

Hodgins: You were Brennan's professor. Michael: She was twenty-three. An adult. Hodgins: That's what Clinton said. Zack: Do you run through a lot of students? Michael: That was a long time ago, and Tempe was very advanced. More colleague than student. Zack: I'm a pretty advanced student ... Michael: No offense but um, I'm not interested. (walks away) Zack: No I meant me and her. Hodgins: (laughing) Ohoho, burn.

Angela: (to Brennan) So I spent the night at Todd's. You remember Todd, right? The bass player, big hands...big nimble hands. Brennan: Angela, I'm trying to piece together a skull.

Dr. Brennan: How I feel doesn't matter, my job doesn't depend on it. D.A. Levitt: But it's informed by it. Or are you as cold and unfeeling as you seem? (Dr. Brennan gets offended and pauses, but then resigns herself.) Dr. Brennan: I see a face on every skull. I can look at their bones and tell you how they walked, where they hurt. (gets slightly choked up) Maggie Schilling is real to me. The pain she suffered was real. Her hip was being eaten away by infection from lying on her side. Sure, like Dr. Sires said, the disease could contribute to that if you take it out of context. But you can't break Maggie Schilling down into little pieces. She was a whole person, who fought to free herself. Her wrists were broken from struggling against the handcuffs, the bones in her ankles were ground together because her feet were tied, and her side, her hip and her shoulder were being eaten away by infection. And the more she struggled the more pain she was in, so they (glares pointedly at the Costellos) gave her those drugs to keep her quiet, they gave her so much it killed her. These facts can't be ignored or dismissed because you (referring to the jury) think I'm (scoffs) boring or obnoxious, because I don't matter. (very emotionally) What I feel doesn't matter. Only she matters, only Maggie.

Booth: Do you want my coat or something? It's cold up here. Brennan: (still mad at him) If I did I'd ask for it. Booth: Yeah, sorry, and um, I'm sorry. Brennan: You had something to accomplish and you found a logical way of getting what you needed. I probably would have done the same thing. (She smiles at Booth and he smiles back)

Dr. Brennan: Um, I think I just want to work. Angela: Okay. (she leaves, then Booth enters) Booth: Hey Bones. Dr. Brennan: What is it? I'm not feeling very forgiving. Booth: Yeah I know but uh, we have a case. (smiles at her, then, in the next shot, they're at the crime scene)

Dr. Brennan: I'm a better forensic anthropologist than Michael Stires. Dr. Goodman: Which is why two years ago I hired you instead of him. Dr. Brennan: (shocked) Michael applied for this job? Dr. Goodman: Yes. Dr. Brennan: His credentials are better than mine. Dr. Goodman: Yes but you are the more rational reasoned empirical scientist and you care and if he tries to convince you otherwise, tell him to go to hell.

Booth: That's very kind of you. Let's talk about your new refrigerator. Mary: Why? Booth: Mainly, I would like to know what happened to your old one, huh?

Hodgins: This seems like an appropriate moment to discuss human goop.

Booth: Ok, call me later? Brennan: (smiles) I'm not working tonight. I have a dinner [with Michael]. Booth: What? Wow. I just assumed that the two of you would be eating off an autopsy table. Brennan: Not tonight. Booth: I was being - tomorrow is fine, call me tomorrow.

Dr. Brennan: You could come down here you know. Michael: You could come up. Dr. Brennan: Half-way. Michael: As always. (Michael ends up going all the way down)

(Zack holds his fist up to Dr. Brennan) Zack: You're supposed to bump my fist with yours. Dr. Brennan: Why? Zack: I've been told it's a widely acknowledged gesture of mutual success. Angela: I love it when you two impersonate Earthlings.

Booth: You trained her well Doc. Michael: She's brilliant. A little cocky though. Booth: Yeah, tell me about it. Pretty good partner though. What you see is what you get. It's a rare quality. That's just between us, okay?

Prosecutor: Dr. Brennan is cold, distant, and alienating your honor. Brennan: Hey!

Brennan: You said we tell the truth. We do not flinch. You flinched, Michael.

Brennan: (to Joy) You're the reason civilization is declining. Joy: (to Booth) Talk to her. Booth: I kind of agree with her. (Joy walks away) Brennan: Thanks. Booth: I really don't agree with you. I just, I don't like her.

Joy: (to Brennan) Would it have killed you to speak English? Booth: For a people person, you're a little rude.

Brennan: Why didn't she say anything about you? You can be very irritating sometimes. Booth: Bones, she's an expert, just like you. She has an obvious personality disorder, but she wants to help.

Bones: Michael wanted to look at our equipment. Angela: I'm gonna let that one go.

Brennan: The body's going to be mostly decomposed. Angela: ...which is my cue to leave.

Booth: (to Brennan) Rather than open it myself and risk being trashed by you for contaminating the evidence, I decided to bring the whole refrigerator to you. (finishes with a big smirk) Hodgins: All we need is a toaster oven.

Angela: (referring to Brennan and Michael) Okay. A guy that gets her to stop working? This I have to see.

Brennan: The jury likes Michael better than they like me. Apparently that's a problem. Are they stupid? Dr. Goodman: Compared to you, yes. However, compared to you, most of the world is a little stupid.

(after Booth has given Hodgins and Zack a thumbs up) Angela: Did you just give Zack and Hodgins a sign of encouragement? Booth: Well, you know, that's the first time I have been able to look at them without imagining Moe knocking their heads together. Dr. Goodman: Agent Booth, you're accessing your inner squint.

Angela: (to Brennan, about Michael) Oh, wow! He cooks too! Can we share him?

Brennan: What? Is it so odd for everyone to see me with a man? (Everyone nods.)

(talking about the refrigerator) Zack: Good way to remove the victim without being detected. The rubber gaskets seal in the odor. Angela: Maybe the company should use that in their ads.

Brennan: The X in ex-lover is not a variable. It's a constant.