It's all so tragic. A cheap wedding ring sewn into his suit. Two tickets to Paris. It makes you wonder, who was the girl? Can you imagine what it was like for her, waiting and wondering, never knowing what happened?
I don't have to imagine.
“The Man in the Fallout Shelter” · Season 1, Episode 9
In this episode: Temperance Brennan (7), Seeley Booth (5), Angela Montenegro (5), Jack Hodgins (4), Zack Addy (3), Goodman (2)
You don't seem too upset about missing Christmas.
Indications are that Christ, if he existed, was born in late spring, and the celebration of his birth was shifted to coincide with the pagan rite of the winter solstice so that early Christians weren't persecuted.
What are you, like, the Christmas killer?
It's the truth.
No, it sounds like the truth because it's so rational, right? But the... you know, the true truth is you hate Christmas, so you just spout out all these facts and you ruin it for everyone else.
I ruin the true truth with facts?
Anthropologically speaking, gifts are a way of asserting dominance in a group. Now imagine an entire holiday devoted to self-promotion, especially in this materialistic culture. How can you expect me to get behind that? How can you get behind that?
Wow, that's... that's deep. It's a very deep pile of crap.
You came to me with information this morning, a peace offering. But it was to make you feel better, not me. Proves my point.
We are going to that Christmas party. We are going to drink eggnog. [to Booth] You are going to kiss me under the mistletoe. On the lips. [to Zack and Hodgins] I might kiss you two on the lips. [to Brennan] I may even kiss you in a festive, non-lesbian way. But we are going to that party.
Okay, could we just stop bringing up the whole Christ myth thing? Some people believe it's more than just a myth.
Well, who besides you?
That would be me, Dr. Brennan. I'm a deacon at my church.
I do. Christmas and Easter, anyway.
Although I believe organized religion is just another political movement designed to control the masses, it doesn't mean God doesn't love me.
Hey, I'm a rational empiricist all the way, unless you talk to my mother. Then I'm Lutheran.
How am I going to enjoy this party knowing that my best friend in the whole world is in the lab, eyeball to eyeball with Skeletor?
Who?
Wow, was that a shot, because I apologized. I mean, Zach doesn't get to see his family, Goodman doesn't get to see his kids, Booth doesn't get to see his son. At least I'm an accidental Grinch, with all due respect, you're the grinch on purpose.
I have no idea what you're saying to me.
(Goodman, Angela, Zack, Hodgins, and Booth discussing how to set up a Secret Santa)
I could build a random generator.
Wouldn't it be best to match complementary people in a premeditated manner?
All right, I've got five numbers in my head, and five letters. You tell me the number, I tell you the matching letter.
Are the letters sequential or the numbers sequential?
Sequential. We'll go in order from youngest to oldest.
Six.
There is no six!
A through E and 1 through 5?
Six!
There is no six!
(holding out a jar with names in it) Okay, just...pick a name, if you get your own, put it back.
Oh. That could work.
Christmas is the perfect time to reevaluate your standing with...(points upward)
A helicopter pilot?
Okay, you people listen to me. There is a party going on upstairs, okay? A Christmas party, we're going up there. We're going to talk to some people, we're going to sing some carols, we're going to drink some eggnog. [to Booth] You are going to kiss me under the mistletoe. On the lips. [to Zack and Hodgins] I might kiss you guys under the mistletoe too. [to Brennan] Maybe even you in a festive, non-lesbian manner. But we are going to that party.
You wanna know the true meaning of Christmas? It's being inside a 300-year-old inn with a French Canadian masseuse when there's ten feet of snow outside.
Christmas is going home to Michigan and heading into the woods with your brothers to cut a twelve-foot Christmas tree and you all decorate it together. Brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, forty people who all love you and are happy to see you. That, my friend, is the true meaning of Christmas.
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