Bones

Booth: (to Agent Zhang) So, I dragged out one of the top forensic anthropologists across the country on the word of a prostitute? Brennan: What difference does her profession make? Booth: I'm backing you up. Brennan: You're judging. Booth: I wasn't judging, I had your back. Brennan: Yeah, your voice was judging.

Booth: You never told me the second reason why you bet on me. Brennan: Yeah, it was...silly. Booth: Well, come on, you know, try me. Brennan: "Beginner's Luck." I haven't lost at anything since being here, so I figured if I bet on you, then-- Booth: I couldn't lose. Brennan: It sounds silly, right? Booth: It sounds familiar. Thanks.

(Brennan is holding an icepack to Booth's head) Agent Sugarman: Sorry Booth, I just couldn't have you blowing my cover. Booth: Ahhhh...yeah, as they taught us in Quantico Walt, I wasn't about to. Brennan: Do you know everyone in this town?

Brennan: I suppose, from an anthropological standpoint, this taps into the nihilistic part of the human psyche fascinated by blood and gore. Booth: (clicking his fingers) You know what ... come back to me, Roxie. Brennan: Ooh, look at all the sweat.

Cam: (to Marisol) Honey, I'm from the Bronx, don't think for a second you scare me.

Nick: Another Army fighter Joe? How many of these has beens you getting a week? Joe: At least this one still looks like he's in shape. Brennan: Yeah my man's in great shape. Believe me.

Brennan: (Referring to what Nick said earlier) So much for my Has Been Army fighter.

Hodgins: (whilst taunting Zack into the aspects of a fight) You're a Vulcan and a dull Vulcan at that.

(watching the crowd cheering on the fight) Booth: It's human cock-fighting. Brennan: More like lesser surrogates engaged in battles on behalf of the elite lords who don't have the courage to fight themselves. Booth: Right, you know what? (snaps his fingers) Come back to me Roxie, huh? Brennan: Ooo, look at all the sweat!

Zack: It's as if his vertebra was cut with a razor blade. Hodgins: Or a razor wire. Luca Brasi. (Cam, Angela and Zack all look confused) Hodgins: The Godfather? Please, someone, buy a DVD player!

(looking at the reconstruction on the computer) Angela: How could anybody do this to themselves? Hodgins: You know, 900 B.C., the Greek ruler Theseus had two men sit in chairs and beat each other to death for entertainment. (Cam and Angela just stare at Hodgins) Hodgins: Just saying, it's nothing new.

Hodgins: Aegialia concinna... Cam: Gesundheit!

Cam: Just ship both sets of remains here - along with dust, bugs, the works. If there's a forensic link to these murders, we'll find it. Brennan: As long as you keep me in the loop... Cam: As if we could actually keep you out.

Brennan: (referring to her shoes) How does anyone actually walk in these things? Booth: Oh you know them boots they ain't made for walking sweetheart (slaps Brennan's butt) Brennan: Okay that was completely over the top.

(Brennan is on the phone with Angela while Booth is zipping up the dress he picked out for her) Booth: That's hot! Angela: Hot? Wait a minute what's hot? Brennan: (Stuttering) Uh Nu-nothing Vegas, Vegas is hot. It's a, very hot here.

Joe: (After Booth throws him a wad of money to participate in the fight) Glad your Sugar Mama taught you a thing or two.

Booth: I don't want anyone knowing we're FBI. Brennan: That's easy for me, I'm not.

Booth: (referring to Brennan's little show in the gym) That was amazing! What got into you? Brennan: It's from when I used to watch old movies with my dad--he really liked Clara Bow. Booth: Bones, Clara Bow was in silent movies. Brennan: Oh...then I guess that's just how I imagined she'd sound.

(Booth and Brennan are in their hotel room, dressing up as Tony and Roxy.) Brennan: (coming out in a rather chaste black dress) What do you think? Booth: (sarcastically) I have enough Bibles, thank you, but try next door. Brennan: You said I could be a school teacher. Booth: Not the spinster kind who lives with her sister but, you know, the hot one who makes the boys crazy. Here, (hands her a dress) put on the one that I picked out, alright? Brennan: Okay, but don't be so bossy. (She disappears into the bathroom.) Booth: We're newlyweds I said. Taking Sin City by storm, ready for action. Brennan: (from the bathroom) But you know, marriage is such an archaic institution. Booth: (exhales in frustration) Listen Bones, I know what I'm doing. Okay? I've done this before, just stop arguing. Brennan: I'm not. It's just, you know, I don't need a piece of paper to prove my commitment. Booth: Fine. We're engaged. Brennan: Why would I be okay with engagement? Booth: Whatever Bones, alright? We're a loosely committed couple of hot high rollers with money to burn. Cause that's what's gonna get us in the door. Brennan: (comes out of the bathroom in a stunning little black dress) Like this? Booth: (staring and swallowing) Yeah, like that.

Booth: Wait here! Brennan: And do what exactly? Booth: You're an anthropologist observe the culture!

Brennan: Oh my God! I completely forgot you can't be here Booth, you're a degenerate gambler. Booth: Former gambler, okay not degenerate. I've been through the program okay. And you know he's on the move! Brennan: What if you get a sudden urge to gamble while you're here? It's like sending an alcoholic to a distillery. Do you need to sit down?

Brennan: They call this America's playground? Booth: We're 15 miles outside of Vegas, Bones. This is America's frying pan. Brennan: No kidding, a person can melt before finding a body anywhere near here.