Bones

(The body is drawn up to the MRI. Brennan screams, and Booth draws his gun, which is pulled out of his hand by the machine.) Booth: I won't say anything about the scream if you won't say anything about the gun. Brennan: Those terms are satisfactory.

Cam: Not so fast, Dr. Brennan. I know you dislike flesh, but I'm going to need you to remove the adipocere and organs and send them to me. (Bones looks unsettled) Wendell: Oooh, Dr. Brennan dealing with flesh. Hodgins: Like a cat dealing with water. Bones: Flesh is not my strength. Cam: You're going to need a hair dryer and some cooking spray. (Bones looks unhappily at the remains.)

Booth: Hey, uh, you're gonna be okay here all alone in this spooky hospital with a ... dead alien body? Bones: Yes. Booth: (snaps) Right ... that would be me who wouldn't want that.

Sweets: I don't think you're jealous. I think that you're grieving ... what you've lost. Hodgins: Grieving? As in grief? Sweets: Yes. Hodgins: Man, the only thing that cures grief is time. Unless you're recommending a lot of alcohol. Sweets: I can't really recommend alcohol. Hodgins: Man, it would be great if you could though, right? (laughs) Sweets: I recommend time. Hodgins: So just ... smile and act like a good guy? Sweets: You are a good guy. Hodgins: You know, there was a time that I thought that Angela and I would be together forever.

Brennan: It's not a spaceship. Booth: Well, if it smells like a duck, walks like a duck, quacks like a duck ... Brennan: But then it would be a duck, not a spaceship, so your point escapes me. Booth: It's just a metaphor.

Blaine Miller: Oh. Oh you're here about that body they found up at Vinton's place. Brennan: We never mentioned a body, Mr. Miller. Blaine Miller: Nothing travels faster than the speed of light than gossip in a small town.

Booth: Hey, FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth. This here is Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian. Sheriff Bonds: Sheriff Jerry Bonds. But you probably got that from my shiny badge, my imposing gun, and my big hat. Booth: Yeah, right.

Booth: Come on Bones, you don't believe that there are other real life forms out there? Bones: Well the ... probability is very high, but any alien visiting this planet would have sufficient intelligence not to die in the middle of the desert.

Brennan: These remains are not extraterrestrial. ("The X-Files" theme starts playing; Brennan picks up a phone) It's a cell phone. Booth: You hope.

Sheriff Bonds: I'm not gonna take the heat when people scream I sent an alien off to Washington for secret testing! (chuckles then turns serious) I've been through that before.