Bones

Hodgins: (to Booth) Sure, so what do we do, group hug?

(Booth and Brennan are sitting at the bar after Booth has shot the bomber) Booth: I told them to tell the press that it was an undercover operation. Brennan: But it would be a Rosegarden Ceremony. That's an honor, right? I thought you FBI guys liked your medals. Booth: No pleasure in taking someone's life. Nothing to celebrate. Brennan: (puts her hand on his forearm) You saved so many people Booth. Don't forget that. (She smiles at him reassuringly and he smiles back) Booth: Wanna get another drink? Brennan: Shouldn't you be getting home? Tessa will be worried about you. Booth: Yeah. I guess I should. (looks at her very earnestly) Thanks for your help, Bones. Brennan: Sure.

(In the Hamilton Cultural Center looking for the bomber) Brennan: If you see him, will you shoot? Booth: Well, he might not have the bomb. Brennan: You don't believe that. Booth: I'm not taking out a target Bones, unless I'm sure. Brennan: Is that how you make it easier? Calling him a target? Booth: You know, you really picked an odd time to have that conversation.

Brennan: This is my lab, I'm a scientist, a doctor. Booth: So I've heard. Brennan: Would you be able to do your job when someone's looking over your shoulder all the time? Booth: You do, ok? I developed a tolerance.

Zack: We have his detergent brand, cologne, and shampoo. He died a well-groomed man.

(Booth kicks down door) Booth: (to Bones) If anybody asks, that door was open.

Brennan: (frustrated) Uhhh! You are an insufferable...arrogant...man! Booth: Ooh, so only a woman could know a woman. I thought women wanted us to understand them! Angela: Not really. A magician never wants to reveal her tricks. Booth: (to Angela) We're having a private conversation. Angela: I'm not here. Brennan: So, you think you know women just because you live with some sexy lawyer? Unbelievable. Angela: You live with a sexy lawyer? Booth: She has her own place. Ok?

Booth: Ah, come on Bones. Just work with me here, alright? It's what we in the law enforcement call positing a scenario. And don't use the word eschew. Brennan: What if you and Tessa were going to break up and you didn't want to? Booth: Which I don't. Brennan: Well, I'm positing a scenario. Tessa wants to break up and you don't want to, so she poisons you. Booth: No, no, no. Brennan: And then just to make sure she blows you up with a bomb. Booth: Why would Tessa do that? Brennan: Exactly. Thank you. Booth: See, cause Tessa and I, that's a bad example. Brennan: Well you're a couple in love, right? Booth: Why do you keep bringing up Tessa? I mean why? What's the big deal? Is it so odd for you that I have someone in my life? Brennan: We were talking about couples. It's a natural segue way. Booth: Alright, you know, you have to quit using the words segue way and eschew, alright? They sound French. Brennan: Keep changing the subject. I get it. You're sensitive about you and Tessa. Booth: Why aren't we talking about you and your boyfriend? Brennan: (happily) I don't have a boyfriend. Booth: You just said that as though it's a good thing and you know what? That's a very, very sad comment on your personal life. Brennan: Look, you're angry again.

Brennan: He thinks just because Masruk's wife started working out and had a little makeover, she's having an affair. Angela: Hmm, and how long were they married? Booth: Eleven years. Angela: I'm with him. Brennan: There's no concrete proof. Angela: Boobs perkier? Booth: Mmm hmm. Brennan: I don't believe this. If you're so sure, then why didn't you confront her? Angela: Because if she and her boyfriend were involved, she would warn him. Booth: Very good. Angela: I'm a constant surprise.

Brennan: Isn't the FBI working on that? Hodgins: Yes. It's just for fun. Brennan: To see who's better? Hodgins: Maybe, a little. Yeah. Brennan: Good luck.

Booth: You know that thing where you ask for the strength to change the things that you can and the wisdom to know the difference? Brennan: Not really. Booth: Well, it's a good thing. Brennan: Who do you ask? Booth: For what? Brennan: For the strength and the wisdom. Booth: God. Brennan: And it works? Booth: Can we talk about something else? Brennan: Sure. Tessa? Booth: Tessa!? No. Why do you want to talk about Tessa? Brennan: Why? Why? Why not? I'm sorry, we won't talk about Tessa. Booth: I prefer if we would just stay on point and talk about things that you like to talk about, like dead people. Dead bodies? Brennan: (upset) Sure, sure. You've killed a lot of people, right? When you were a sniper? Booth: Maybe we shouldn't talk at all. Brennan: Right, cause you're angry. Booth: I'm not angry. Not. Brennan: (after a pause) We'll find out who killed him, Booth. We've got Hamid's body. You can always count on the dead.

Booth: Ok, what is so funny? Brennan: I just never figured you being in a relationship. Booth: Why? Do you think something's wrong with me? Brennan: Not wrong. You just have alpha male attributes usually associated with a solitary existence. Booth: What me? You're solitary. Brennan: No no, I'm private, it's different and we weren't talking about me. Booth: I was. Brennan: I wasn't. Look, I'm happy for you. Relationships have anthropological meaning. No society can survive if sexual bonds aren't forged between - Booth: What the hell are you talking about?

Agent Gibson: Dr. Brennan I have jurisdiction. Brennan: Then why don't I destroy my notes and let you guarantee the identity of the remains.

Angela: Too bad we can't tell why he did it. Isn't that what we all want to know?

Hodgins: Someone seems really defensive about the FBI lately. You realize Booth is just another government stooge.

Booth: The vehicle is registered to a Hamid Masruk, head of the American-Arab Friendship League. Brennan: If you know who it is then why do you need me?

Angela: Bottom line, I still think Brennan has a shot with Booth. Hodgins: But she says she's not interested. Angela: Methinks the lady doth protest too much.

Angela: There is trouble in paradise. Brennan: I beg your pardon? Angela: Tessa does not feel secure in that relationship. I think she's threatened by you. Brennan: You talked to her? Angela: Well she didn't say much but, even though she has a phenomenal figure, she was chowing down on a fat free muffin, and and she was reading a book about unsolved FBI cases. (scoffs) She's obviously feeling insecure. Hodgins: She's spying for you? Brennan: No, no! Zack: If you have nothing in common, it's difficult to sublimate intense sexual attraction. (pauses) And we hear it's been a while. Brennan: Okay, stop! Angela: He is there for the taking, honey. Booth: (walking up to the others) Okay, I couldn't get his medical records. (Everyone looks at him guiltily.) What? Brennan: Uh, nothing.

Angela: (Referring to Brennan) Please, she's been sleeping alone for months! She has enough pent up sexual energy to power a small mid-western city.

Zack: Isn't that the FBI's job? Hodgins: What, you trust the FBI? You realize those guys are gonna suppress whatever they need to cover their asses! Zack: (To Brennan) I found a portion of the clavicle. Hodgins: Are you even listening? Zack: No. Hodgins: They have a separate division you know that way their hands are always clean. In 1970… Brennan: Jack! We're trying to work!

Zack: If Smoky here had access to the president why would he attack a café? Brennan: Smoky? Zack: It's how I deal with stress. Hodgins: Targeting everyday places causes panic. People stay home the economy is crippled. It's terrorism 101 man.

Angela: (to Booth) So, how many nights a week does "Sexy" sleep over?

Booth: We're dealing with someone here who devalues an entire culture; terrorizing people by using God to justify mass murder. Brennan: You're making it personal. That doesn't help. Booth: It is personal, Bones. All of us die a little bit on one like this.

Booth: Trying to track down the doctor? Brennan: Don't need him. It's definitely a toxin, but we can't determine what kind. Zack: Too bad the liver is cooked; that could tell us everything. Booth: You know, I need subtitles walking in here.

Jack: I graduated top of my class, Rhodes scholar, the youngest member inducted into the Academy of Physical Sciences, but she [Bones] still makes me feel like a cretin. Zack: She apologized to me.

Angela: (to Bones) I think he [Booth] likes you. God, if I were you, I'd buy a ticket on that ride.