Bones

Voice on Answering Machine: Temperance, you have to stop looking, y-you have to stop looking for me right now. This is bigger and worse than you know. Please, stop now. Booth: Who's that? Brennan: (sounding shaken) That was my father.

Booth: I need the room, guys. Zack: The whole lab? For what?! Hodgins: It's a cop way of saying, "Get lost!"

Brennan: Why are you letting me drive? Booth: It's a reward. Brennan: For what? Booth: For totally pissing off a hitman. (they both laugh) Oh, can I read your book? Brennan: After it's come out. Booth: Not before? Brennan: No. Booth: But, what? I let you drive.

Booth: I got a break on the DNA in the car. Brennan: You know who it is? Booth: Not exactly. See, it's a closed file. Whoever it is is in witness protection. I'll make a request but they're pretty tight over there. (Angela enters with a drawing) Angela: What if he had a face? Brennan: Who's that? Angela: Somebody your father pointed out to Russ when he was 7. Somebody he's still afraid of. Booth: Hey, you know what? I'm gonna play hardball with witness protection. If they don't cooperate I'm gonna put his face in the paper. Brennan: Wouldn't you get you in trouble for that? Booth: Well, we'll find out. (He takes the drawing and leaves) Angela: Sometimes he is just...hooh! (Brennan smiles and shakes her head at Angela) What?

Booth: I know what you've been thinking. Brennan: I doubt it. Booth: You've been thinking that your family is made up of liars and criminals, and that makes you feel lonely. (She looks at him and her look says that he's hit the nail on the head) There's a story here we don't know yet. Brennan: Like what? Booth: Bones, "don't know" means it's a mystery. Brennan: What were your parents like? Booth: Hoah, my parents...my dad, he drove Thuds and Phantoms in Vietnam. Those are fighter jets. After that he was a barber in Philadelphia. My mom, she wrote jingles, for a local advertising agency. Brennan: So they didn't go out at night, after you were asleep and robbed banks. (they look at each other for a while) Booth: Listen, Bones. You know, parents, they have secret lives. If they didn't they wouldn't be parents.

Booth: (to Angela) Why do you think that Bones asked her boyfriend to, you know, read her book and not me? You know, maybe, maybe because there was too much of me in the story. (pauses) Oh, she was embarrassed, you think? Maybe? Maybe...

(Brennan has just seen Russ and walks away upset. Booth runs after her) Booth: Hey, Bones. Come on. (she turns to face him) Brennan: (visibly shaken) My mother died of a subdural hematoma, bleeding in the brain. Booth: You wanna proceed rationally, correct? Brennan: Chances are the subdural hematoma was caused by a blow to the head. Booth: Great! You got the how, now let's get the who. You just told me that your mother was murdered. I mean, who better to help us than your brother?

Russ: Does Tempy really hate me that much? Angela: Russ, she loves you. It'd be easier if she hated you. Hate is a lot easier to deal with than love, especially disappointed love.

(toasting) Booth: To us. Russ: Whoever the hell we are. Bones: To what we're becoming.

(Booth is desperately trying to get Brennan to court with everybody wanting something from her when David appears) David: Temperance. Brennan: David. (kisses him on the cheek) What are you doing here? Booth: (getting in between her and David) She has to get to court, so... David: Agent Booth. Nice to see you again, especially when I'm not in custody. Listen, I read your manuscript. (Booth looks shocked) I couldn't wait to tell you how great it is. Brennan: Thank you, really? Booth: You read her manuscript? (grabs it from David but Brennan snatches it back) David: Her second novel. Bone Free. Kind of like Born free, without the lions. Booth: Yuck on the title. Am I in it? Brennan: No! David: Definitely. Brennan: Uhhh...We have to get to court. David: Hope you have your original notes cause last time... (Brennan turns back around) Brennan: Told you Booth! Booth: No! Bones, we don't have the time. (Brennan's already turned to fetch her notes) Alright, listen, three minutes, I'll wait for you in the car. (to David) So, are you two? David: Yes, sorta. Is that a problem? Booth: Yeah, you know Bones is very literal, so in the future, no joke advice on court day.

CSI Technician: What kind of person could use this on a human being? Brennan: What kind of person could use this on a pig?

Brennan: You were 7 years old, Russ, old enough to remember. What-What is your real name? What is my real name?

Zack: Buttercup, if you sign off on these tissue markers, Angela can finish the facial reconstruction. Brennan: Why did you say Buttercup? Zack: I just thought Buttercup was amusing rhyming linguistically and this is the latest Jane Doe from Limbo. Booth: How about this for rhyming linguini, see you later alligator.

McVicar: Your father is a hard man Joy. Brennan: My name is Brennan. I'm Dr. (Brennan huffs, almost in tears) I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan. (McVicar walks out) I work at the Jeffersonian Institution. I'm a forensic anthropologist. I specialize in identif…, in identifying, in identifying people when nobody knows who they are. My father was a science teacher and my mother was a bookkeeper. My brother, I have a brother. I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan. Booth: I know who you are. Hey I know, it's okay. (Brennan hugs Booth) Shh, it's gonna be alright.

Brennan: (to Booth) If you keep bringing Chinese food in the middle of the night, we're both going to get fat.

Brennan: I worshipped him. You know? God, he was so cool. Everyone knew I was Russ Brennan's little sister. I wasn't cool or pretty, so being his sister ... . You know that game, Marco Polo? I'd be sitting in class, and I'd hear out the window, "Marco!" It'd be Russ, checking in on me and letting everyone know that I was his little sister. Angela: Did you "Polo"? Brennan: Yeah, sometimes it'd be the only word I said all day. "Polo." And then mom and dad disappeared and Russ took off. Suddenly, no one cared where I was. I miss that. Someone caring where I am all the time.

(While looking at the skull of a Jane Doe) Brennan: Tissue depth of the cheek bones and along the jawline looks a little deep to me but otherwise-- Booth: (pulls Brennan away in a hurry) Outta limbo, back on Earth, and on our way to court. Thanks!

Dr. Goodman: (to Zack) Please don't refer to bone storage as "Limbo".

Booth: You got two ways to look at this. One is you score a private chat. The second one is you attack her and I'll drill you through the forehead. Vince: (handcuffed) How can I possibly attack her? Booth: I'll decide what is and isn't an attack, like, say, a hiccup.