“Aliens in a Spaceship” · Season 2, Episode 9
In this episode: Seeley Booth (14), Temperance Brennan (13), Jack Hodgins (13), Zack Addy (9), Angela Montenegro (8), Cam (4)
(to Angela) Hodgins seems to write everything in some kind of code. I might have to get Zack over here to break it.
It says that the traces of aluminum found on the clothing were almost certainly from the kidnapper's vehicle. Like a box. In the back of a trunk, or a van.
You can read that?
Yeah, Hodgins sends me a lot of notes.
What do you say we go to New York for the weekend?
(skeptical) Yeah, I don't know.
C'mon! We're two adults with no obligations. (continues as Booth's phone rings) Let it go to voice mail. We're not cheating, we're not hurting anybody, Seeley.
Then why are we keeping our relationship such a secret, Camille?
Because we work together, and we're professionals, and it's nobody's business, that's all. So, come to New York. We'll go to a musical.
(laughs) Talking and singing, and talking and dancing, and more singing… ya know? Heh. If you wanna stop what we're doing, just say so.
You can fantasize about pulling out your gun and shooting everyone on stage, you know you like that.
(referring to Hodgins) You should give him a chance.
Excuse me?
I apologize. I didn't say anything.
(not knowing Angela is in the room) If you haven't figured out the stun-gun, then I am this week's "King of the Lab" because I found something huge.
You compete to be "King of the Lab"?
(surprised) No. (laughs nervously) Hey, Angela. I didn't know that you were ... this sucks. I'm gonna go catch Brennan, then bolt for the night
Had it occurred to you that God is a lot like the Gravedigger?
(stammers) What? What?!
He lays down the rules, no way to question Him or negotiate, then it's almost as though He doesn't care how it works out. Either you do as He says, make some sacrifices and are delivered, or you don't and you end up in Hell.
You know what I'd appreciate? If you didn't say things like that, because I really don't want to get struck by lightning.
You go to church every Sunday?
Yes, I do.
Can I come with you?
'Booth: No, you can't.
Why? It might help me to understand.
I am not gonna help you disrespect God in His own house, okay? If you wanna do some kind of, you know, anthropological study, turn on the religious channel.
The amount of blood suggests that at least one of them bled out. Probably the one with the injuries. I've also noted a constellation of identical non-metric variants. Extraforamina.
Does that mean they were twins?
How did you know?
Can this possibly work?
I'm not really an explosives expert, but the dash might shape the charge enough to blow out the windshield. If we're less than four feet beneath the surface, this charge could blow us to freedom.
And if we're buried more than four feet deep?
Then the concussion will turn our brains into jelly.
Well, then we can run for Congress, so it's a win-win.
Booth will find us.
You have a lot of faith in Booth.
No, faith is an irrational belief in something that is logically impossible. Over time I have seen what Booth can do. It's not faith.
No offense, and I'm not just saying this because you filleted me with a knife, we are out of air. We don't know if our message got out, much less if anyone understood it, and we are buried underground. What you have is faith, baby. (Brennan laughs) Sorry, the "baby" thing is a reflex...
Did you try just dialing the number?
(agitated) I tried all the dumb guy normal stuff, okay? That's why I'm talking with the brain trust, alright? (slaps monitor with text message) Think! Eggheads, work it!
Four to six seconds to enter a message and hit speed dial.
I figured out a text message using eight key strikes.
How's your text messaging?
Thumbs like lightning. I can do it.
Someone ran me down with a car.
We knew that already.
Yeah, but now that we've proved it, I find I'm really annoyed.
Dr. Brennan doesn't like it when we jump to conclusions.
I'm sure she'll appreciate we're on a deadline.
God does not make mistakes.
I don't know - putting testicles on the outside doesn't seem like such a good idea.
Aluminum.
Aluminum.?
Well, the Brits say "aluminium", but that sounds so, well... British.
God doesn't make mistakes.
Mmm, I don't know. Putting testicles on the outside didn't seem like such a great idea. [Booth nods in reluctant agreement.]
These quotes come from Wikiquote's Bones pages and are available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.
