Bones

Booth: My guys, they didn't find the victim's head in the pool. Alright? So I put out a bulletin to orthopedic doctors within 200 miles of the body drop. Brennan: Body parts drop. The victim was killed, chopped up, and then dropped. (pauses) What? Booth: Breaking in a new intern, aren't you? Brennan: How did you know? Booth: Well because, you know, you always get overly precise. That's how I usually know.

Brennan: If your back doesn't hurt then why are you letting me drive? Booth: Well you know what? Don't get used to it, okay? I heal really really fast.

Hodgins: I found coffee grounds and sea kelp in the treads of the vic's shoes. Cam: So before our giant toddler was killed, he was brewing coffee on the seashore? Hodgins: Yes, that's it precisely. Case closed.

Cam: It wasn't blood - on the shovel, it wasn't blood. Booth: Bones' magic juice didn't work. Brennan: No, phenolphthalein is not magic. Hodgins: It's an indicator that reacts with ... Wendell: ... potato proteins. Angela: Potatoes? Hodgins: Phenolphthalein turns pink in the presence of potatoes. Booth: I locked a guy up because of potatoes?

Angela: These are children's shoes, but they're a size 11. Cam: So you think our victim was a giant toddler? Brennan: No, that would show up in the bones. Cam: Sarcasm does not play well on the forensic platform.

Sweets: You know, a sane person would regret murdering someone more ... than being taken in by a line of crap. Zack: Define crap. Sweets: Drivel, blarney, nonsense, uh, balderdash, twaddle, bull, bunkum, hooey. Like that. Zack: Now I realize it was drivel-blarney-nonsense-balderdash-twaddle-bull-bunkum-hooey. Then I perceived it as logic.

Sweets: I gotta- I gotta tell Doctor Brennan about this. Zack: You can't tell them, because I'm your patient and you're not allowed – ethically. Sweets: Zack, don't you want your friends to know, that you didn't kill anyone? Zack: I'm still an accessory to murder. If you tell them they'll take me out of here and put me in prison. Hodgins assures me I would not do well in prison. Sweets: Okay, what about the person that actually did commit the murder? He's still out there. Zack: No, the master killed him, so he could recruit me. There could only ever be two. Sweets: You have to let me tell the truth. Zack: You can't tell anyone without my permission. (pauses) We should go in. I don't want to get you into trouble.

Sweets: But you didn't plunge a knife into the man's chest? Zack: It wasn't me. Sweets: Zack, why did you confess? Zack: I would've done it. If the master had asked, I would've done it. Sweets: No, no you don't know that. People have no idea if they're capable of ending a life until they're put in that situation. (pauses) In all of our sessions, I've had question marks, because you, at heart, are not a killer.

Sweets: What if he, I don't know, what if he overpowers me or ... Booth: Zack? Zack: I'm much stronger than I look. Sweets: He's done it before. He killed a man. Booth: Okay Zack promise you're not gonna kill Sweets. Zack: I promise. Booth: There you go. (leaves)

Sweets: (interrogating Ralph, who confessed to murdering Jared Addison) Why did you kill him? Ralph: I didn't mean to kill him. The fact is, if I don't eat at exactly 8:14 AM according to this watch, the person nearest to me dies. Professor Amerian told me not to eat til 9 AM according to this watch. Jared was sitting next to me. Sweets: And you believe that's what killed him. Ralph: When you lock me up, I should either keep my watch, or you should only put me next to terrible people who deserve to die.

Sweets: People with OCD repeat patterns, in their lives, in order to stave off psychological panic. Now if we ask - which of Jared Addison's set patterns have recently been disrupted ... we may very well discover what got him killed. Bones: No, we can't ask Jared Addison. He's dead. Sweets: (to Booth) She is wicked literal.

Brennan: Do all boys keep their masturbatory aids in their shoes?

Booth: (fishing Brennan's manuscript out of the garbage) Ah, God! This is just, that's not good for the back. (Brennan, frustrated, exhales loudly) Suspenseful and chilling. Temperance Brennan leads the pack. Anthropology has never been more exciting. Brennan: You memorized my reviews? Booth: (holding her manuscript) Angela can scan these and get them back on your computer. Brennan: You know my reviews Booth, but do you read my books? Booth: Every single word. Brennan: You never said anything. Booth: Well I figured, you know, I'm all over your real world, why would you want me in your fantasy world, too? Brennan: I can appreciate that.

Booth: What are you doing? Brennan: Throwing out my book. Booth: It's still on your hard drive, right? Brennan: No, not anymore it's not. Booth: You erased it? Whoa! (taking the manuscript away from her) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa stop! Brennan: But I don't wanna be a writer anymore. Booth: Oh why? Because of what that ... publisher said? He was an idiot. Did you see his glasses? Brennan: I don't wanna be a sexy scientist. Booth: Well that's like me saying I don't wanna be a sexy FBI agent. We can't change who we are.

Zack: I'm King of the Looney Bin. Hodgins: Yeah you are.

Sweets: You! You used me to escape!? How?