Bones

Zack: This is the third time in a row we've investigated without Booth. I don't like it. Brennan: Why? He mostly ignores you. Zack: Ignoring me is Booth's way of acknowledging my presence. It's a guy thing.

Booth: I say we go visit Miss Anderson and we'll know pretty fast if she's a suspect. Brennan: How? Booth: How? Subtle psychological indicators, Bones. Brennan: I looked those up on the internet, body language, sweat, tonal quality, shifty eyes. Booth: Hey you know what? I don't go poking around your bones stuff, okay? Just leave the human stuff to me.

Booth: (about Kane) Wow, pushy. Brennan: Well, maybe he discovered that being pushy is how you get cops to pay attention. Booth: What are you hawking at me for? Brennan: The Chinese, the plane crash, that's politics. This is murder. Will you help? Booth: Well, you know, I guess if you're uh, if you're really asking me, I guess I could uh, you know, fudge it with my boss to make it look like it was attached to the Chinese plane crash thing. (A tiny smile has crept on Booth's face while talking and Brennan, happy with his answer, smiles at him)

Brennan: You're back to ignoring Zack? Booth: Alright look, I know you don't approve but you know, it works for us. It worked for him so... Brennan: Yeah, I get it and it's kind of sweet. Booth: Hey, you know, your people are my people. Brennan: What, I have people? (smiles) Hey, I have people.

Brennan: No poking and prodding, do you think Jesse murdered his father? Booth: You know Bones, all I'm saying is, we get into these things, we look into murders and we can't let our heart strings get all plucked. Okay? We got to poke at peoples' wounds, we got to make them bleed a little, we got to make them tell us things that they normally wouldn't want to tell us. Alright? We got to be willing to be hard on them is what I'm trying to say, even when we know that we're no different than them. Brennan: You didn't answer my question. Booth: Well I have an opinion. You want to know? (she looks at him) If I had to bet, I'd say he didn't do it. Brennan: Me, too. Booth: I'm going off my gut. I mean what…what's persuading you? Brennan: The bone fragments at the golf course, they didn't come from Max Kane. Booth: That's great. You knew that when you asked me what I thought. You testing out my instincts, Bones? Brennan: Poking and prodding. I learned from the best. (She pinches his cheek and Booth laughs)

Booth: Next time, you know, you miss me, pick up the phone, call me. We'll do lunch. Brennan: I do not miss you. Booth: Yeah, you miss me. Come on, say it! Brennan: I do not miss you. Security Guy: Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth. You have a visitor. Brennan: No I don't. Booth: You miss me.

Brennan: Dismemberment, little bits; it's a murder. Booth: Well, the FBI doesn't have jurisdiction on a golf course. Brennan: Who does? Booth: I don't know. Try the PGA!

Jesse: So The bone fragments are the same sex and age of my father? Brennan: Yes. Jesse: Thank You. Brennan: It's a long way from conclusive.

Brennan: (To the team about the bone fragments) I'm gonna ask you guys to help me on this. Angela: You mean after the communist thing?

Angela: (to Jesse) As far as I know, which is quite far, believe me, no one has tried to kiss Brennan in this office and lived to tell about it.

Angela: Either talk loud enough so I can hear all the way, or whisper so I can't.

Brennan: Ahh, I feel like kicking him. Booth: That's normal after a pursuit, but we try not to do that.

Angela: What's going on? Why is every guy from the Jeffersonian out here? Hodgins: They're scientists. This is a fascinating scientific inquiry. Angela: Oh my God! They're all out here because you're gonna feed something through this wood chipper. Hodgins: Not just something. Ta da! A frozen pig. Angela: Oh agh. Zack: The morphology of pig bones is almost identical to that of human bone. Hodgins: By feeding the pig through the wood chipper, we'll be able to determine a dispersal pattern of the fragments. Zack: By comparing the pulverized pig's remains to the fragments we found at the golf course, we'll be able to tell if this was the actual wood chipper the victim was fed through. Angela: Liars, you just wanna see what happens when you toss some frozen pig into a wood chipper.

Brennan: I want to ask you a favor. Booth: Geez, another favor. Brennan: I wonder if you wouldn't mind taking a look at this. Booth: The file on your parents? Yeah, ok. Brennan: You want to think about it? It's a pretty big favor. Booth: You'd do it for me. Brennan: Yeah, I would. Booth: I'm proud you asked, Temperance.

Jesse: Even if you don't believe it, I know your parents are somewhere proud of what you do. Brennan: It's not rational, but I love the thought of that.

Brennan: You ignore Zack and make him think you've got some special bond. Booth: Yeah, but it works, doesn't it? I'm happy, he's happy. Brennan: It's not the truth. Booth: But it works! Brennan: Zack wants to fit into the real world more than anything. You're not helping.

Brennan: I need you guys to run a dispersal pattern test in the chipper. Zack: Using what medium? Brennan: Assume the victim was frozen solid when he was fed into the chipper. Zack: No way! Booth: (whispering to Bones) The correct response would be "Yes way". Brennan: (to Zack) Oh, yes way.

Booth: You know, you've done a couple of cases without me and you miss me. Brennan: Zack misses you, not me. Booth: Zack and I don't even talk! Brennan: He seems to think it's some male bonding ritual. Booth: Maybe he's right. Brennan: No it's not. Booth: Could be. Brennan: You told him that so you wouldn't have to talk to him. Booth: Well, it was nicer than shooting him.

Goodman: Therefore, this is our only priority. Brennan: I disagree Goodman: For the love of god, why?

Zack: You want us to defy Dr. Goodman? Dr. Hodgins: I'm in.

Goodman: The information I'm about to tell you must not leave this room. Hodgins: I am philosophically opposed to institutional secrecy in all its forms. Goodman: Fine. Get out. Hodgins: Pfff.