Maybe I should start packing heat again.
Booth
Packing heat?
Yes, it's a colloquialism. I'm quite a good shot.
Booth
Hey, if the leprechaun was shot, where would the bullet be?
I assume somewhere in the six tons of crap Hodgins hasn't sifted through yet.
Booth
Wait, wait a second. Did you just call forensic evidence crap?
It's colloquial again. What do you think?
Booth
I like it. It shows that you're adapting.
When you were in the coma, you got a glimpse of another world.
Booth
Great, and how does that help me aim my gun?
Temperance Brennan. You're in love with her. You're building a world around her. Family.
Booth
We're not compatible. She sees the world one way, I see it another way.
Of course! It's absolutely ludicrous, the idea of you together, but the heart chooses what it chooses, doesn't it? We don't really have a say in the matter.
Booth
She doesn't love me. I would know if she loved me.
May I counsel patience on this front. Hope and patience.
Did I take these blue pills?
BBooth
You took the yellow pills.
I feel like a damn chemistry experiment! They didn't have this stuff fifty years ago and everybody was fine!
Actually, medicine has increased life expectancy quite a bit since 1959. Fifty years ago, you'd probably be dead.
No, I like her. She's real. She's got balls.
All right, you've got steel ovaries.
BBooth
Will you two, please!
Being overweight wasn't always stigmatized. During the Middle Ages in Italy, the wealthy and influential members of society were called popolo grosso, meaning literally, fat people.
BBooth
Well, Pops, she always has the facts, Pops. Always.
You should go on a gameshow. You'd clean up.
BBooth
I tell her that all the time, but you know, she's already loaded.
She's got talent, charm, beauty, money and you're just friends? I didn't raise you very well.
[Booth receives a call from a police officer about his grandfather Hank]
Wait a minute... [grabs phone from the officer] Seeley, I'm fine. I just took a subway to see my friend Willy Louis. I mentioned him to you. We were in the 82nd together.
BBooth
[trying hard to keep his cool] Yeah. I remember, Pops.
Well, the son of a bitch up and died on me! They had the funeral three weeks ago and nobody even told me.
Booth
Fishing is not a sport!
What? Monuments to sporting events in ancient Egypt include fishing, as well as swimming and wrestling.
Booth
Come on! No sweat, no sport!
Well -- oh! Boris Spassky at chess. He used to perspire profusely.
Booth
Why do you got to make things so complicated? Let me break it down for you, okay? Basketball, football, hockey: that's a sport. Board games, fishing: not a sport!
You'll probably go easy on the fried food after this one.
Well, the International Olympic Committee is considering adding chess as a sport.
Booth
See! Not a sport!
Neither is ribbon twirling, bridge or synchronized swimming.
Booth
Synchronized swimming, that's not a sport, that's for sure.
Oh, God. I'm in the middle of something, aren't I? Oh, look! Dead guy!
Booth
Yeah, look at that. The Colonel's not going to like this one.
Male, no sign of clothing, all other stats still unknown. He was found at the bottom of this grease receptical by those lovely gentleman over there.
The remains are covered in flesh. Why am I here?
I don't know. I told Booth. Oh, God. In the middle again!
Booth
Steve Rifton, 26-year-old mailman reported missing by his wife twelve days ago. You figured out he was a mailman and guess what? He's a mailman!
Booth
It doesn't surprise me. It amazes me sometimes how you can figure that stuff out. It's a mailman! You figured that out!
[smiling] I'm good at my job.
Booth
Wait until you see what I've got here. Okay, here --
Booth
Right. Is Steve Rifton's postal route. And here --
Booth
Right, is the grease truck's route. See what I've done here?
Obviously you've created a geographic Venn diagram.
Booth
No, no, incorrect. What I've shown is here is they've overlapped in the same area.
You need to Google "Venn diagram."
I have to remove your clothing now.
Booth
Why?
Well, there may be particulates.
Booth
Particulates.
Evidence for Hodgins and flesh for Cam.
Booth
You know, the bomber said something about answering the call. What do you think that means?
Many terrorists think they're acting upon divine instruction.
Booth
I don't think he was a terrorist. I just think he was a bank robber.
There's spatter on the back of your collar.
Booth
Spatter?
Booth
I can take my own shirt off.
No, don't! You'll compromise the evidence.
Booth
Right.
I'm having Christmas dinner at my place this year with my dad. Considering you've been shunted aside by your own family, I'd like to invite you.
Booth
That's a sweet invitation.
Booth
I don't know. I was thinking about going up to Quebec to see Parker. I don't really care what Rebecca thinks.
If you do that won't she retaliate by insisting upon coming to all your special times with Parker?
Booth
Yeah.
You have a perfect acromion. Stand up.
Booth
Whoa! Is there stuff on my pants?
Vascular tissue on your cocky belt buckle.
Booth
All right. Slides right off. And now we're done.
Nope. I have to remove your pants.
Booth
All right, you know, I'm just going to start reciting some saints. St. Joseph, St. Peter, St. Paul, St. John --
[Cam walks in]
[Sees what's going on] Anyone for mistletoe?
Booth
Just evidence! That's all!
Booth
So I decided to take you up on your offer.
Booth
You invited me to your house for Christmas dinner. You forgot you invited me.
No, it's just -- no! My dad brought by my second cousin and I really didn't like her.
Booth
Well that makes sense.
Booth
Because she's family. Ninety percent of the time, family just gets under your skin. That's the difference between family and friends.
She's unapologetically dogmatic, she lives her entire life based on the quotations of Benjamin Franklin.
Booth
Maybe she feels the same way about you and your mania of logic.
Booth
Okay, enthusiasm.
Sometimes people are terrible.
Booth
I know.
Cam says that the victim's mother is burying him on Christmas morning.
Booth
I heard that.
It's just him and his mom, right?
Booth
He worked alone and never had any time for friends. What's wrong?
Max told me that being alone at Christmas means that nobody loves you. She's burying her son. Alone. On Christmas. I think that's heartbreaking.
Booth
You know, when I say heartbreaking you say the heart is a muscle, so it can't break. It can only get crushed.
Booth
You want to go to his funeral?
Yes, I would. Then she won't be alone.
Booth
You know what, Bones? Sometimes I think your heart muscle is bigger than people give you credit for.
Oh, good! You got here for the good stuff!
Booth
What good stuff?
The MRI. It's an older model but entirely serviceable.
Booth
Okay, for future reference, that's not the good stuff.
Sure it is! Look at all those remodeled lateral muletas fractures. Also, signs of inflammation to the tendon fibers here and damage to -- [looks up to see the body appearing to sit up and screams in reaction]
[Booth draws his gun only to have it pulled from his hand by the magnet in the MRI. Brennan shuts the machine down; the body and the gun fall to the ground.]
Booth
[pause] You know, I won't say anything about the scream if you don't say anything about the gun.
Those terms are satisfactory.
Booth
Right.
It's ridiculous to think that there's anything on this planet worth seeing which merits crossing what are literally astronomical distances.
Booth
Maybe aliens are anthropologists. Maybe they just want to study our religion, and sex, and love, and our funny languages and line dancing.
That's an interesting possibility I hadn't considered.
Booth
Well they're living creatures. They like to reach out, Bones.
Living creatures like to reach out and eat each other.
Booth
Oh, so what are you saying? That the aliens just want to come down here and drink our spinal fluid?
Well, if the aliens are advanced enough to fly faster than light, then they can probably make spinal fluid.
Booth
Well you just said that aliens are nice.
Booth
You just basically said that aliens are nice anthropologists.
Booth
You think that aliens are you!
[laughs] You got me! I'm one of them. I was sent down as an advanced scout.
Booth
Ha! I knew it! No probing! No probing!!
[laughs] Hey, probing is a valuable way to gather information.
Booth
I know how you people like to probe!
[Booth is interrogating Marvin Breekman and has his laptop open video-conferencing with Sweets through his earpiece.]
Booth
So Mr. Breekman, you were abducted by aliens five years ago?
Booth
If aliens are so advanced why would they need probes?
[On Booth's laptop screen. Sweets is looking peeved that Booth is not following his suggestions.]
MMarvin
I think they like it.
Booth
[subtly mocking] Why would you hook up with aliens if they like to anally probe you?
MMarvin
There are two races of aliens and they do not see eye to eye.
Booth
[looks at Marvin] Right.
[...]
[After questioning Marvin]
Booth
[looks at him, unconvinced] I don't believe you. I think you're lying.
[via earpiece] Sometimes I think you just pull me into these interrogations to show off. Wait Booth, I–– [Booth ignores Sweets and shuts his laptop]