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(Angela and Sheriff Dawes drive up in the middle of the desert.)
Brennan: Only Angela could get a ride in the middle of nowhere.
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Angela: [...] I'm a little afraid that... I'm just afraid that I don't have a generous heart. I'm afraid that I won't have the chance that I had with Kirk ever again.
Brennan: You will.
Angela: How can you be so sure?
Brennan: Because nothing in this universe happens just once, Angela. Nothing. Infinity goes in both directions. There's no unique event, no singular moment.
Angela: (laughs) I don't know what that means.
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Brennan: It doesn't make sense that the sheriff brings us to the scene of the crime and leaves us to die. Does it?
Booth: One godforsaken part of the desert is as good as another godforsaken part. We don't even know if Sheriff Dawes actually called Alex Joseph. I mean, he could've done all this himself.
Brennan: Could Dawes do that, Ange?
Angela: Well, I always thought Ben Dawes was a good man. It would take a lot to change my mind.
Brennan: Like being left to die in the desert?
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(The truck driven by the sheriff goes way)
Booth: Where's he going?
Brennan: He's looking for his sister.
Booth: Either of you two bring any water?
(Brennan and Angela show Booth their bottles of water)
Brennan: Why? Are you worried?
Booth: Yeah.
Angela: About what?
Brennan: Because we're way past where Jesus lost his sandals.
Booth: And I don't hear the truck anymore.
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Booth: I will call the FBI office in Albuquerque and take over the investigation.
Brennan: I wouldn't.
Booth: Why?
Brennan: Desert dwellers are very Insular. Mongolians, Bedouins of the Sahara, the Himba of Kanana. Good hosts, but extremely distrustful of outsiders.
Booth: Bones, this is the United States of America, not outer Mongolia.
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Brennan: (holding and looking at the skull) Prominent brow ridge indicates the victim is male. (pointing to the plate with a muffin) Do you mind?
Sheriff Dawes: Be my guest.
Angela: She wants the plate, Ben, not the muffin.
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Angela: Ben, show Dr. Brennan the skull.
Brennan: Or point me toward the morgue.
(Sheriff Dawes takes a box that is under his table. Then, opens it and gives Brennan the skull)
Sheriff Dawes: Welcome to the Merville County Morgue.
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Hodgins: We warned her about the sun? We told her, "Cover up, avoid melanoma"?
Zack: Who's the guy?
Hodgins: Her boyfriend Kirk.
Zack: Angela has a boyfriend?
Brennan: Every year for three weeks, Angela has a boyfriend and a vacation.
Hodgins: Oh! Playing house in a postboho rustic artist's cabin in the desert with her pseudo-celebrity photographer boyfriend. That is not a vacation.
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Hodgins: Vacations in the desert. It's like lunching at the dump.
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Booth: Ok, no offense to Angela but she doesn't really know this guy. She's only with him, what? Only three weeks out of the year?
Brennan: Yeah, no offense to you, but you are a stodgy traditionalist when it comes to relationships, buddy.
Booth: Stodgy? Stodgy.
Brennan: Yeah, stodgy.
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Brennan: Obviously you subconsciously sifted through the rational facts of the case, and processed the most likely scenario.
Angela: I'm sure that's it.
Booth: Yeah, what else could it be?
Angela: It's the only rational explanation.
Brennan: Wait, are you guys making fun of me?
Booth: You know? Let's go back home, you know where there's water and shelter and living things, come on.
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Booth: Angela, I'm going to have to ask you a couple of difficult questions, okay? What...what can you tell me about Kirk's drug use?
Angela: Kirk didn't do drugs.
Brennan: Well Hodgins found peyote in his hair.
Angela: I thought...I thought that you meant drug drugs.
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Zack: I need the skull now.
Hodgins: I'm still looking for particulates, and since you're only Dr. Brennan's assistant, you don't carry all that much weight around here.
Zack: I'm telling Dr. Goodman.
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Brennan: Para-mortem contact gunshots, it wasn't the desert that caught this man unaware, it was someone with a gun.
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Dr. Goodman: You are taking a vacation in the desert, with no notice?
Hodgins: I don't get the attraction, I really don't, snakes, scorpions-
Brennan: It'll only be for a few days.
Hodgins: Buzzards and snakes.
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Angela: [...] Can I come with you?
Booth: No, no, we can ask tougher questions if you're not there.
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Brennan: No cell phone service, no water - how long do you think we'll survive out here, if the Sheriff doesn't come back?
Booth: Three days, max.
Angela: How far are we from the highway?
Booth: Five days, minimum.
Brennan: I don't like that math.
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Booth: You know, where I come from when you say you're driving a ways, it means forty five minutes.
Angela: Out here, it means four hours.
Brennan: We've been driving five.
Sheriff Dawes: Maybe I should've said "quite a ways".
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Booth: Ok, who are you, Dr. Phil?
Brennan: Who is Dr. Phil, some kind of expert?
Booth: (laughs) He likes to think so.
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Brennan: Wait outside while I get dressed.
Booth: No! Uh uh! Sun's been up for an hour out there - it's already the surface of Mercury! I can stand here, close my eyes, eat my donut - it's the best I can do. (puts one hand over his eyes, starts eating a donut with the other)
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Booth: Hey! (hugs Angela on his way in the door) You know, people in the desert don't have actual addresses. What's up with that?
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(Brennan is trying to pick up a station on the car stereo while driving through the desert)
Angela: You won't get anything out here. We're about a hundred miles past where Jesus lost his sandals.
Brennan: I assume that's a way of saying we're extremely isolated.
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Brennan: What if he's escaping out the back door?
Booth: You don't spend a lot of time in trailers, do you?
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Booth: I'm touring the hottest places in the universe. Next stop...Hell.
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(Brennan talking to Booth on the phone)
Brennan: How far are you from Dulles?
Booth: As far as your office is from Dulles.
Brennan: Why are you in my office?
Booth: I need your findings on the Richmond case. Listen, Zack won't tell me where they are unless you give him permission.
Brennan: There's a 9:15 flight to Denver, then there's an 11:35 flight to Santa Fe. You have to run to make the connection.
Booth: Forget it.
Brennan: Booth, please. Angela's boyfriend is missing...maybe dead...it took all of my charm-
Booth: All of your charm? Oh boy-
Brennan: Just to get the sheriff to let me look at the skull. When I asked him to let me send the skull to the Jeffersonian, he told me I am not a cop and I don't have any jurisdiction.
Booth: Which is true, okay look, what do you want me to do?
Brennan: I want you to get federal on his ass.
Booth:(smiling) Oh!
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Alex Joseph: (pointing a gun at Brennan and Booth) What do you want?
Booth: FBI, we're looking for Danny Webber.
Brennan: Who are you?
Alex Joseph: I'm the guy holding the big gun-
Booth: At a federal agent, which I've been very nice about so far.
Brennan: Let's rush him, he can't shoot us both.
Booth: How about I just show him my badge, so we both survive.
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Angela: You promise? From your heart?
Brennan: Better. From my head. And yes Ange, I promise from my heart.