Bones

(Booth, Brennan and Cam talking about Icepick's amputated leg) Cam: (to Booth) Was she pretty? Brennan: Icepick is a male. Cam: I mean the bounty hunter who gave Booth the slip. Booth: You know, she didn't get away because she was pretty. Brennan: (smiling and teasing) She was a she? Booth: No, she was a - Oh, God! (grabs his jaw in pain) Cam: What's wrong with your mouth? Brennan: I'm guessing the anterior (holds out her hand to touch his jaw but Booth slaps her hand away) molar on the left side is infected. The leg was surgically amputated. Cam: Go to a dentist. Brennan: He's afraid of the dentist.

Veleska Miller: A guy like you must be going crazy in the FBI. Booth: What kind of guy is that exactly? Veleska Miller: I'm a bounty hunter, sport, I read people fast or I die. You are not standard government issue.

Booth: As a friend of mine likes to say, don't jump to conclusions until all the evidence is in. Brennan: If the facts are in then it's not jumping to conclusions, so I never said that. Booth: I never said that the friend is you.

Zack: (to Cam) I'm with you. I'm with you not ahead of you.

Bones: Why didn't you just, just tell them about Kennedy? Booth: You know, I needed to give you time to find me. I've been tortured worse.

Angela: (After Brennan tells the F.B.I. where Booth is being held) You just lied your ass off to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Hodgins: (as Bones runs off) That is so hot!

Bones: These are Gallagher's tax returns. We are looking for the purchase of any machine that could be used for anodization. Angela: What, like a copier, or? Hodgins: Oh, that's so cute, but no.

Angela: I can't fight or shoot a gun, but if something bad happens, I can spit with deadly accuracy.

Guy at Model Airplane Field: Your Dad's a psycho by the way. Bones: You have no idea.

Zack: We suck at interpretation. Hodgins: We absolutely blow.

Bones: Have you turned Russ into a criminal too? Max: Hey, I haven't committed a crime in over fifteen years, I'm straight. Bones: Except for killing, gutting and burning the Deputy Director of the F.B.I. Max: He was trying to kill Russ, and then he was going after you. It is not a crime to protect your family. Bones: Well, some fathers do it without killing.

Booth: (Sarcastically) Well, I gotta tell you, you were right Zack, every model airplane freak from Baltimore is here.

Angela: (Talking about how Cement Head was killed) We think he wiggled, instead of waggled.

Cam: (Talking to Booth on the phone) Coroner's report said that Kennedy's leg was severed in the car accident. Bones: We don't call him Kennedy, we call him Ice Pick.

Booth: This here, (Holds up a picture to Bones) This here is uh, Hugh Kennedy, uh, I think he killed Cement Head. Bones: Why? Booth: Well, West Virginia, likes to use an ice pick on his victims, plus Ice Pick and Cement Head were both employed by a regional crime boss in West Virginia named…Gallagher. Bones: Well, what are we going to call him? Booth: Gallagher.

Max: Don't freak out. Bones: (jumps) Ah! You broke into my house, that is not acceptable. (starts to dial phone) Max: This little device here, it jams cell phone frequencies. Bones: That is illegal. Max: Unfortunately, illegal is what I do best, I'm not staying. I just want you to do something for me. I want you to take a look at my rap sheet. Bones: Why? Max: Why? Because I want a chance to talk to you, actually talk to you without you calling in the 82nd Airborne. Bones: How is reading your police record going to change my mind? Max: Just do it.

Booth: Did you talk to your dad at all before you called the cops? Bones: No, why would I? Booth: Well, you know I haven't seen my dad in a long time, and if I had the opportunity to –(Grabs his jaw in pain) ah, ow! Bones: (Insistent) Go to a dentist. Booth: I will, if it doesn't get any better.

Booth: Angela did a facial reconstruction of Cement Head. Bones: Concrete Head, you mean. Booth: No, Cement Head, it's got a nicer ring.

(Max Keenan walks up behind Bones at her mother's grave) Max: Hiya, honey. I was hoping you might show up. (Bones grabs her phone, dials and holds it up to her ear) Bones: I don't ... I don't want to talk to you. Max: We're standing here, in front of your mother's grave. Obviously you've come for some kind of answer. Maybe I can ... provide 'em. Bones: (pointedly) You're a killer, you burn people.

Bones: I'm really not good at this kind of thing. You know, I don't…I don't get the significance. Angela: One year ago today, you buried your mother. You laid her to rest. Here. You're marking the anniversary(Hands Bones a bouquet of flowers). Bones: Angela, I simply don't believe my mother retained sentience beyond death. Angela: Well, part of you is made up of your mother right? Bones: In a manner of speaking. Angela: So honor that part of yourself. Visualize a memory of her. See what it brings up. Bones: (Looks slightly pained) I have very few distinct memories of my mother. Angela: (Looking at Bones with sympathy) I'll wait in the car.

Cam: You know who wears tracksuits? Zack: Athletes? Cam: No, huge tubs of lard or retired people. Hodgins: (laughs) And Rap stars. Zack: The teeth suggest early middle age. Cam: So, not a retiree. Zack: Uh, calcified holes with radial fractures in the left clavicle and scapula are consistent with ballistic damage. Cam: He was shot to death? Zack: And stabbed, but neither killed him, the wounds healed. Hodgins: Shot, stabbed, but lived to die another day? (With conviction) Rap Star.

Booth: So, you ever been here before? Bones: No. Booth: I don't mean here, here, I mean Baltimore? Bones: Yeah, I've given several lectures to the Baltimore Homicide Division. Booth: (Grabs his mouth in pain) Ah, gah, oww! Bones: What's wrong with your mouth? Booth: I've got a tooth situation. Bones: Go to a dentist. Booth: I will, if it doesn't get any better. Bones: Are you afraid of the dentist? Booth: I'm not afraid-

Booth: You know your father never killed any hard-working-tax-paying citizens or honest cops. Bones: You still think that society should forgive him. Booth: No, all I'm saying is that if I have an opportunity to arrest him, I will, but you know who maybe should forgive him? His daughter.

Booth: (Talking about Bones' Dad) You know, in the Old West he would have been considered a hero. Bones: (Holding Booth's head, and looking inside Booth's mouth) Yeah, well the Old West was a time of chaos and violence, that anthropologically speaking, our country is still trying to recover from.

Police Officer: We dug up the cement. Bones: No, it's concrete, cement is an ingredient in concrete. Booth: Yeah, that's a real important distinction to make at this juncture. So, what have we got Bones, do your thing. Bones: (she bends over and looks down at the hole and quickly stands back up) Nothing. Booth: Nothing. Nothing? Bones: Yeah, I can't see enough of the skull, the tibia, the pubis ... nothing. (she takes off her glove and starts walking back to the Chevy) Booth: (follows her) Nothing, wait a second, nothing, (talking to the cop as he continues after Bones) sorry, (turning his attention back to Bones) you mean we drove all the way here so you could just tell me nothing. Alright, so what, uh, what do you want me to, uh, get the whole slab of cement, uh- Bones: Concrete- Booth: Concrete shipped back to the Jeffersonian? Bones: Yes, yes!