“The Woman in the Sand” · Season 2, Episode 8
In this episode: Temperance Brennan (13), Seeley Booth (10), Jack Hodgins (3), Cam (2), Angela Montenegro (1)
(to Agent Zhang) So, I dragged out one of the top forensic anthropologists across the country on the word of a prostitute?
What difference does her profession make?
I'm backing you up.
You're judging.
I wasn't judging, I had your back.
Yeah, your voice was judging.
[Brennan is holding an icepack to Booth's head]
Sorry Booth, I just couldn't have you blowing my cover.
Ahhhh...yeah, as they taught us in Quantico Walt, I wasn't about to.
Do you know everyone in this town?
(to Marisol) Honey, I'm from the Bronx, don't think for a second you scare me.
Another Army fighter Joe? How many of these has beens you getting a week?
At least this one still looks like he's in shape.
Yeah my man's in great shape. Believe me.
(after booth has won the fight) So much for my Has Been Army fighter.
(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)
It's human cock-fighting.
More like lesser surrogates engaged in battles on behalf of the elite lords who don't have the courage to fight themselves.
Right, you know what? (snaps his fingers) Come back to me Roxie, huh?
Ooo, look at all the sweat!
Zack': It's as if his vertebra was cut with a razor blade.
Or a razor wire. Luca Brasi.(Cam, Angela and Zack all look confused) The Godfather? Please, someone, buy a DVD player!
(looking at the reconstruction on the computer)
How could anybody do this to themselves?
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)
Just saying, it's nothing new.
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.
As long as you keep me in the loop...
As if we could actually keep you out.
(referring to her shoes) how does anyone actually walk in these things?
Oh you know them boots they ain't made for walking sweetheart (slaps Brennan's butt)
Okay that was completely over the top.
I don't want anyone knowing we're FBI.
That's easy for me, I'm not.
(referring to Brennan's little show in the gym) That was amazing! What got into you?
It's from when I used to watch old movies with my dad--he really liked Clara Bow.
Bones, Clara Bow was in silent movies.
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]
(coming out in a rather chaste black dress) What do you think?
(sarcastically) I have enough Bibles, thank you, but try next door.
You said I could be a school teacher.
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?
Okay, but don't be so bossy. (She disappears into the bathroom.)
We're newly-weds I said. Taking Sin City by storm, ready for action.
(from the bathroom) But you know, marriage is such an archaic institution.
(exhales in frustration) Listen Bones, I know what I'm doing. Okay? I've done this before, just stop arguing.
I'm not. It's just, you know, I don't need a piece of paper to prove my commitment.
Fine. We're engaged.
Why would I be okay with engagement?
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.
(comes out of the bathroom in a stunning little black dress) Like this?
Booth': (staring and swallowing) Yeah, like that.
Oh my God! I completely forgot you can't be here Booth, you're a degenerate gambler.
Former gambler, okay not degenerate. I've been through the program okay. And you know he's on the move!
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?
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