Booth: So, uh
y-your magazine is in my oatmeal.
Brennan: Oh! You know, we don't have to go through this. My place is much roomier.
Booth: Well, we both agreed to split time.
Brennan: Yes, and we are.
Booth: Neither of us really likes it.
Brennan: I'm fine.
Booth: Ohh come on, Bones, you know what? It's been five months, and we spend almost all of our time together. What we need is one bed. One place. Our place.
Brennan: I thought you said you'd never move in with someone again unless you're married.
Booth: (chuckles) Are you asking me to marry you?
Brennan: What? Me? No, no! You're the one who believes in marriage. I'm not going to bring it up.
Booth: Well, you just did.
Brennan: Are you saying that you aren't going to ask me to marry you?
Booth: No, you are going to ask me to marry you.