Bones Season 7 Episode 7

Daisy: I'm becoming a certified doula.

Brennan: You aren't getting anywhere near my cervix, Ms. Wick.

Daisy: Just saying. Should you find yourself in need – I could stop at the perineum.

Cam: You have anything?

Brennan: There's a fragment of the right ninth rib with striations that are consistent with a stab wound. But there's so little evidence, it would be irresponsible for me to form a conclusion at this point.

Angela: Come on. Just this once.

Brennan: No.

Cam: You can do it. Just say, "It's a stabbing."

Brennan: I can't.

Angela: We'll think you're cool if you do.

Brennan: Well, I want to be cool … but I can't.

Angela: It's okay, honey. We still love you just the same.

Daisy: Do you think I overstepped my bounds by becoming a doula?

Hodgins: Yes.

Daisy: No, really.

Hodgins: Yes, really.

Daisy: But it was so nice of me.

Hodgins: It's more creepy than nice.

Daisy: You're joking.

Hodgins: Wish I was.

Booth: You have to learn how to compromise.

Brennan: I can compromise. I'm willing to let you have our daughter baptized.

Booth: Really?

Brennan: Mm-hmm. Children need mythology. It helps them make sense of the world.

Booth: My religion is not a myth.

Brennan: I'm an author, Booth. I understand how narrative works, and so does your Bible. A pregnant woman is about to give birth. She finds an inn, but they won't let her stay there, so she is forced to give birth in a barn. Whoever wrote that, really knew how to manipulate an audience.

Booth: Well, it happened.

Brennan: Fine. You can baptize our daughter and I will make sure that she is born at home, perfect compromise.

Booth: Sweets, just get on with this, OK, so I don't have to look at that thing.

Sweets: What do you have against a cappuccino machine?

Booth: This is a diner. I come here because there is no cappuccino machine. Understand? Some things, they need to be sacred, right? Preserved, all right? In this country there is a line between coffee and foamy crap. And when that line gets blurred people may just become animals.

Sweets: You OK?

Booth: No, no I'm not OK! I'm not dunking my donut into some cappuccino. That's not why I joined the Army. I didn't join the Army for that, you know?

Sweets: Take two regular coffees please. Thanks

Booth: Two black.
Sweets: Sit.