Cam: (removing a brain during an autopsy) Hard to believe these three little pounds are the reason we are who we are.
Wendell: (as a swarm of insects promptly begin crawling out of the brain) Whoa!
Cam: Oh, my God!
Wendell: There's beetles in there!
Hodgins: Come to papa, my little friends! See, they may have ingested some of the particulates that were on the weapon.
Cam: Judging by the shape of the injury and the fact that some of the brain tissue seems to be torn, it looks like something metal, with a jagged edge.
Hodgins: Well, maybe you could help us, couldn't you?
Cam: Really? They're beetles, not puppies, Dr. Hodgins.