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Booth: (to Theresa) You? Were you a spy or a smuggler?
Kate McNutt: No. She's in love, Agent Booth. And her boyfriend works for this airline at the Shanghai airport.
Captain Blake: That's against the rules!
Theresa Ming: (to the Captain) So is having sex with passengers in the bathroom!
Captain Blake: ... Okay. I think we are all under a lot of stress here.
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Cam: We're looking at the margins of the burned flesh around the rectus abdominis.
Brennan: I dislike the occlusive nature of tissue.
Cam: Look, just think of it as bone wrapping.
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Sweets: So, the cat's away and it's TGIF, huh?
Cam: I'm right here. I'm the cat.
Sweets: Well, in this case, I think Dr. Brennan is the cat.
Cam: I'm the cat ... who's giving the mice the rest of the day off.
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Booth: (grossed out by the skull) I am definitely not a squint.
Brennan: Well, I've always known that. You have no training in the field of forensic science.
Booth: I really don't want any.
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Hodgins: This thing with Roxie ...
Angela: It's real, yeah.
Hodgins: No I get that, I see that. Is that what got between us?
Angela: I'd love to say yes to that, because I think it would ... make you feel better.
Hodgins: But you can fall in love with a man?
Angela: I'm sorry but, yes.
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Sweets: Do you know Nick Devito?
Kendell: I had lunch once with Danny DeVito.
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Charlotte: (upon learning that a murder has taken place on the plane) I didn't hear a gunshot. So it must have been a knifing. I saw Dr. Temperance Brennan, the mystery writer, in first class; I bet she's doin the autopsy. Listen - I was awake the whole time, and anyone who went that way (points down the aisle), they came back again. So if the victim is a passenger, he or she is in first class. Probably she, because most murder victims are women.
Booth: Wow, you really are into murder, aren't you. (she hands him the measuring tape and tweezers he asked for) Thanks.
Charlotte: Wait! (pulls a knitting needle out of her purse) Dr. Brennan will need this!
Booth: What's that for?
Charlotte: It's a probe! (Booth takes the knitting needle) This is the best flight I've ever been on!
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Booth: Excuse me.
Charlotte: What's goin' on?
Booth: Listen, would you happen to have a measuring tape and tweezers?
Charlotte: (gasps excitedly) There's been a murder! (to her sleeping friend) Nadine!
Booth: Shh!
Charlotte: Nadine! They need tweezers for an autopsy! Code Red! Code Red!
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Booth: You wanna get off the plane. To see those old Chinese bones. (Brennan looks at him with a smile) I'm sorry.
Brennan: It's not your fault.
Booth: Yeah it is. Cause I'm the one who dragged you out of pure science and ... pulled you into murder solving.
Brennan: That's not how I remember it.
Booth: Really?
Brennan: Yes. Well as I recall I had to force you to take me into the field.
Booth: Really?
Brennan: Yes. You didn't want to, remember? This is all my fault. (Booth smiles warmly and stares at Brennan)
Eli: Hey, are you two gonna make out?
Booth: Hey, quiet. You lost your right to talk.
Brennan: Why do people always think we're gonna make out?
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Booth: (slipping into the seat next to Brennan in first class) Bones. Bones.
Brennan: (taking off the shade covering her eyes) Huh? You're gonna get in trouble.
Booth: She's downstairs. You didn't answer me before. You're tired of working with me?
Brennan: No it's not that. But, the identification and analysis of ancient remains that's, why I became a forensic anthropologist.
Booth: You're bored, the spark is gone.
Brennan: I'm a scientist first.
Booth: Right. Yeah, scientist first. I, I get it. I understand.
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Flight Attendant: Sir. You need to return to coach.
Booth: See, we're uh, we're partners. We like being together.
Flight Attendant: Your sexual relationship's not relevant, sir. This is first class.
Bones: Why does everyone else think we have a sexual relationship when we barely ever touch each other?
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Booth: (seeing Brennan wearing big glasses) All right. What I want you to do is take off your glasses, shake out your hair, and say, "Mr. Booth, do you know what the penalty is for an overdue book?"
Bones: Why?
Booth: Nevermind.