Vincent Nigel-Murray quotes from Bones

Vincent

Our foamy friend seems to be petrifying right before our very eyes.

Brennan

Do you consider yourself to be one of my "brighter grad students," Mr. Nigel-Murray?

Vincent

Yes, and so do you, Dr. Brennan.

Booth

I am not calling this kid Mr. Nigel... anything.

Vincent

Vincent. Or Vince, or Vinny, Vin... Vincenzo. Actually, uh, I had this girlfriend, once, who used to call me "Vino Delectable" because of how my -- uh, you don't... need to know that.

We already have Agent Booth to make lame jokes. Let's stick to facts.

Vincent

The rods in the human eye are sensitive enough to detect the light emitted by a struck match from as much as a mile away on a clear night.

Okay, let's stick to relevant facts.

Vincent

The sockets have been ground down.

Okay, that could be useful. [looks expectantly at Vincent, who smiles but says nothing] Especially if you have an explanation.

Vincent

Plastic surgery. Oh, uh, she had [gestures with his hands in front of his chest] fake boobs, too.

"Sockets," "eyeballs," "boobs" -- I wouldn't use these words when conferring with Dr. Brennan.

Vincent

I know. With her it's all "supraorbital nimbus" and "mammary implants." But you seemed a more colloquial sort.

Well, in that case, what about the "backbone"?

Hodgins

Does Brennan put "Mr." before your name?

Vincent

Yes.

Hodgins

That's her very subtle way of saying you're not a doctor.

Vincent

Can I ask you something?

Hodgins

Is there any way to say no?

Vincent

What ever happened to whoever it was who used to work here before me?

Hodgins

He joined forces with a serial killer who was the last in the long line of cannibalistic murderers specializing in knocking off members of secret societies and building skeletons out of their body parts.

Vincent

Wow, I hope that doesn't happen to me.

[about the victim] "He"?

Vincent

Mmm-hmm. Triangular pubis, no evidence of a ventral arc. The pelvic bone speaks. It says, "I be male."

The pelvic bone can say whatever it wants to say. This part here [points in the general direction of the lower body] says female.

Vincent

What part's that?

It's called a vagina.

Vincent

[referring to the corpse that is being examined] Forgive me, doctors, but...is his skin moving?

Ooh...God, that's strange.

Brennan

Insect activity?

Hodgins

Never seen insects like that...'cept in Alien.

Vincent

I'm secreting adrenaline.

Vincent

The slowest meteorites travel at 25,000 miles per hour.

Hodgins

Uh-huh.

Vincent

I'm not just spouting useless facts. You do not have a chance at recreating those velocities with a glorified blow-gun. You simply want to fire a cannon at a dummy.

Hodgins

[holds out safety goggles] Are you staying or going?

Vincent

Another set of eyes taking note can never be amiss.

Brennan

You said I have a creepy mode.

Booth

I apologize, okay? I wasn't in my element.

Brennan

Every element is your element.

Booth

That's not true. We've just got to stop hanging out with geniuses, because you're going to figure out that I'm really stupid.

Brennan

What? Don't worry about that. I figured out a long time ago how stupid you are.

Booth

Hmm.

Brennan

What I just said is true and yet it really sounded wrong. What I should say is I don't care how stupid you are... That's not any better?

Booth

No. No. Not at all. That's not even relevant.

Brennan

There is intelligence, which I have, and Mr. Nigel-Murray.

Vincent

Thank you.

Brennan

And Sweets, even though his is so misdirected as to be meaningless.

Booth

Right.

Sweets

Wow, backhand full of knuckles with that compliment.

Brennan

And Hodgins, and Angela not so much, but she's very talented.

Angela

Thank you, very much.

Brennan

You're welcome. But then there's another quality, which is the ability to use intelligence. That is what you have.

Booth

Thanks, Bones.

Brennan

The only markings we know for sure came before the sinkhole are these three little nicks on his ribs.

Vincent

Could he have been stabbed?

Brennan

With what?

Vincent

The world's dullest knife.

Brennan

Perhaps something along the lines of a dull hatchet.

Vincent

To a little person a hatchet would be the equivalent of an ax. Assuming the accomplice was already lying in wait, surely he would have had the forethought to bring a more suitable weapon.

Brennan

Like a gun.

Vincent

Or a giant sword. Or a gun.

Nigel-Murray

Oh, you know, there are many fine universities in England, uh, Oxford and Cambridge, of course, but th-th-there's also...

You so much as mention leaving the country to my daughter, and I will choke you on your own trivia, and stuff your lifeless body in a locker.

Vincent

Then again, Georgetown's lovely.

Vincent

Definitely looks like murder.

Brennan

There's nothing definite here, Mr. Nigel-Murray. It's possible the victim had a grand mal seizure while voluntarily lying in the chocolate.

But let's call it murder, just for fun.

Vincent

Please tell me that this meat is not human.

Brennan

No, it's venison. We found it frozen in the suicide victim's cabin freezer.

Vincent

I'm confused. Are we investigating a murder, or preparing lunch for the Palin family?

Booth

[Applying pressure to a wounded Vincent Nigel-Murray] Open your eyes, Vincent! Stay with me!

Vincent

[pleadingly] I... ple-please don't. Just don't make me go. I-I don't want to go. I love -it's been lovely. Being here with - with you.

Brennan

No! You can stay here as long as you like, Vincent. You're my favorite! Everyone knows that. Right, Booth?

Brennan

You have to keep the pressure on!

Booth

[quietly] No, I don't, Bones.