Bones

Brennan: This is hard for Booth, he's idealistic. Angela: Oh, it's nice to know someone who wants to keep honor and responsibility alive. Brennan: I feel like Booth thinks I'm taking that away from him. Angela: You're just doing your job. He knows that. Brennan: I guess. I tell Booth we're on the same side, I'm not the one who's disillusioning him, it's my findings. But when I look at him I - I don't know what else I can do. Angela: I do. Brennan: Ange. Angela: As a friend, Brennan. Brennan: Yeah, the whole friends with benefits thing. That's, that's not happening. Angela: I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about being there for him. Knowing when a simple touch is enough.

Hank: Look at the two of us. You with the badge, me in the court room, both trying to find justice, ey? Booth: That's why we fought, right? Hank: That's what they told us. Booth: What, you don't believe it? Hank: Sure I do. You don't look like you do. You're not gambling again, are you? Booth: Nah, man. No, I've been good. I've been going to my meetings, haven't even played a game of monopoly. Listen, Hank, this case, Charles Kent? It's a friendly fire. Hank: God. Booth: Yeah, covered up. Two other members of the squad are dead, one murdered. You know, whatever went down must have been pretty ugly. (thoughtful and hesitant) You know, Hank, what, you know, what we did? Hank: Don't go there, Booth. Booth: Was it worth it? I mean, look at you. Hank: You saved my life! I got a great family because of you. Booth: Yeah, but I mean, why was it always a secret? Hank: We were given a choice. They always gave us a choice. Booth: Yeah, but that last time... Hank: Well, you knew what was at stake. Booth: Yeah...yeah. Hank: You never talked to anybody about it? (Booth shakes his head) You've got to. How about your girlfriend? That doctor. Booth: No, she's, you know, she's just my partner. You know, I got work, I should go.

(Booth is looking at Kent's exhumed body) Booth: He's just a kid. Brennan: It's always the young. Anthropologists have theorized that wars break out when there's an increase in the population of unmarried men under the age of 25. (Booth looks at her very hurt, as if she just slapped him in the worst manner) I'm sorry. I need to create a distance from the victim, it's how I deal. I didn't mean - Booth: (pain written all over his face) Just...you know, do what you have to do. I'm gonna go do my thing.

Booth: You know I'm just gonna be asking his mother a few questions. You could have just stayed back there and played with your bones. Brennan: I know. Just wanted to keep you company, that's all. Booth: Company? Brennan: Yeah, I'm trying to be more sociable, you know? Booth: Lousy liar. Brennan: I just think inside you're still military, Booth. You might be too close to this one. I just wanna make sure you stay objective. Booth: I know how to do my job. Ok? I was doing it just fine long before I met you. Brennan: You're angry. Booth: Well, because I have people all around me with opinions about the war who don't know what the hell they're talking about. Brennan: I've been in Sudan, Rwanda. For two months I sifted through the wreckage of 9/11 trying to help the families of the victims. Booth: All I'm saying is that this is just another case, that's all, it's just another case. Brennan: You're not such a great liar yourself. I'm your partner. Let me be your partner.

(Booth is standing in front of Jamie Richards' grave, thoughtful and sad. Brennan sees him and joins him) Brennan: What? Booth: It's Jamie Richards. We were in the Rangers together. He was hit by a roadside bomb just outside the Green Zone. You know, he left a wife, two kids. The fact that he was near this... Brennan: You believe somehow he's still here, watching? Booth: Yeah. You don't, I get that. Brennan: I know you think he was a good man, that's...that's enough for me.

Goodman: It's difficult knowing Kent will never play again. Makes the war so real. Hodgins: Which is odd, since it was all fiction that got us there in the first place. Goodman: So you don't think we should stand up to tyrants? Hodgins: Sure. I've been waiting for the press to do that for three years now. Angela: (to Goodman) I can't believe you took the bait. Goodman: Me neither.

Booth: (thoughtful and sad) I've done some things. Brennan: I know. Booth: No, no, you don't. Brennan: But it's ok. Booth: Well, not as a secret, it's not. (He sits down and Brennan sits down next to him) I have to be honest about myself. I have to be able to tell someone. Brennan: You will in time, Booth. (Booth looks at her and nods) You will. Booth: (with a lot of effort) I was sent to Kosovo. There was this Serb General, who led a unit who would go into villages and, you know, destroy them. Women, children, all killed because he wanted to ethnically purify his country. He'd done this twice before, I mean, we had facts, proof. 232 people, just erased. I was the sniper...sent in to stop him. He was set to leave in a couple of hours. It was his son's, son's birthday. (close to tears) A little boy, maybe about 6 or 7. I could still hear the music of the party, you know? That song, just playing in my head. Nobody knew where the shot came from but, you know, they knew why it came. They said I saved over a hundred people, but, you know, that little boy? Who didn't know who his father was, who just loved him? He saw him die, fall to the ground, right in front of him. That little boy, covered in his daddy's blood. Just changed forever. It's never just the one person who dies, Bones, never. Never. (Brennan gently puts her hand on his forearm. He looks at it gratefully and puts his hand on hers) We all die a little bit, Bones. With each shot, we all die a little bit.

Captain: It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Dr. Brennan. You've helped us with the casualties we never thought we'd've been able to ID. Brennan: Someday maybe I won't be needed. Captain: That's what we all hope.

Booth: Great. If you got what you want why are you giving me such grief? (he tries to walk away but Brennan stops him by gently taking hold of his arm) Brennan: Because you could have been a little tougher in there. Booth: I'm tough. Brennan: Most of the time. Booth: (laughs) Do you always have to get the last word in? Brennan: I like to, yeah.

Hodgins: Victim had lamb about an hour before his death. Of course, it's a little overcooked now.

Dr. Hodgins: This dude was wearing a military uniform. He's one of yours, not mine.

Brennan: Too early to determine cause of death. Booth: I'm not a pro, but I'm guessing fire.

Zack: Private Kent's autopsy report is careless and incomplete. There was no incision, no x-rays, so there is no way to confirm the amount of bullets that he was hit with. Brennan: The ME marked seven entry points but the report says there were only six bullets. Zack: I could have done better with a Crayola.

Hodgins: Were you really mad before? Angela: Why, because of your strident, paranoid ramblings? Hodgins: I'm guessing mad. Fair enough. Can I at least give you some material to read? Angela: You could try, but you'd walk funny for a week.

Angela: You have to think before you speak. Brennan: Why? I can say anything to you without thinking about it first. Angela: Yeah, men aren't like us, they're much more fragile and needy. The fact that they think we're the needy ones is a testament to our superiority.

Angela: (to Hodgins) You want to make the world a better place, Jack? Try shutting your yap long enough to hear something other than the sound of your own voice.

Booth: Why do you have to be so cynical? Brennan: I'm not cynical. It's a necessary part of the psychology of warfare -- heroes and villains. Without clear distinctions like that, we'd never be able to fight. Booth: Yeah, well, I always found being shot at is a motivating factor.

Booth: Jimmy loved that guy, he didn't kill him. Brennan: Now you're a mind reader? Booth: Maybe. Want me to guess your weight? Brennan: You do and you could lose a tooth.

Booth: Don't tell me you are gonna trash the Duke. Brennan: What, are you kidding? I love the Duke. Booth: Wouldn't have guessed that one, little lady. (says little lady impersonating John Wayne) Brennan: Remember Stagecoach? (tries to impersonate John Wayne) Listen, cowboy, courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway. Booth: What was that, the Duke? That was horrible. That was like Jerry Lewis. Brennan: Was not.