You've got to be kidding me! Eight hundred bucks for a stroller?
I have done extensive research, Booth. This is the best stroller on the market. Plus, the design is beautiful and it's cerise.
It's a color. Cerise is a color.
Look, I only paid five hundred bucks for my first car.
No! We've been through this. All our expenses are split, right down the line.
You're too sensitive. It's just money.
Rich people always say that. That's what they say. Mm-hmm.
Didn't you say you would be getting a raise soon?
And until then Christine will be fine in a cheaper stroller that's in a color people have heard of like -- [looks over to see Brennan looking at him] -- don't do that. Not that look, please. Don't give me the sad eyes.
No, come on. No! I'm not looking! I'm driving!
[to himself] Just keep driving. [looks over] You were never able to do this look before the baby. What did the baby do to you?
PBPamela Bartlett
Someone was bound to kill Richard.
Why? Was your husband an attorney for organized crime or terrorists?
PPamela
Much worse. Richard was a white shoe divorce lawyer.
I believe the shoes were ox blood. [Booth looks irritated]
[to Brennan] What she means is that her husband is a lawyer for rich people. No shoes.
[Booth and Brennan enter a law firm undergoing renovation]
FForeman
[to Booth and Brennan] Uh, this is a hard hat area so I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
[flashes his badge] FBI. I need a hard hat.
And directions to Margot Sandoval's office and I need a hard hat too.
FForeman
[with dread] This is gonna slow me down.
FForeman
Yeah. A little mercy, all right? I'm doing renovations for a bunch of lawyers who threaten to sue me everyday. [removes hard hat] I'm going bald with the stress.
Well, you know why I have good hair? Because I don't let lawyers stress me out.
FForeman
Ok, ok fine. Who do you need to see again?
FForeman
You're gonna lose a few hairs after you meet Bartlett. Trust me.
Ah, I just don't like being in a divorce lawyer's office, that's all.
Well, 'cause it reminds me that things, you know, fall apart.
[awkwardly joking] Then it's a good thing we're not married, right? [Booth glares at her]
"[upset]" You are not a very reassuring person, Bones.
[Saroyan enters the Ookey Room for a update from Dr. Hodgins.]
You found something, Dr. Hodgins?
Ho-ho, yeah! I did a microscopic analysis of the victim's stomach contents. Did you have any suspicions about what I might find?
I knew it was meat, but there were so many additives-
-Delicious additives: curry paste, sea salt, red pepper, red poblano chili
I got the "Poblano Chili", where is this leading, 'cause you seem very excited?-
-Capers and tarragon; which I would never think to combine-
-Dr. Hodgins, this is not "Top Chef".
Well it-it sorta is, because, what we have here... is an expertly-prepared burger.
And this has meaning, why?
Because who-ever made it was masking the meat, which came from Rattus norvegicus.
Yeah! Richard Bartlett's last meal... was a rat burger.
[FBI Interrogation Room, Dr. Sweets is interrogating Chef Paulo Romano, who served the victim ratburgers.]
RRomano
I got nothing to say without my lawyer present.
Mmm, mmm, well legal representation is your constitutional right, but, I'm telling you, the minute a lawyer gets here, I can't help you.
RRomano
Ha, ha. You say that, but you don't mean that––
...you served your divorce lawyer... a rat burger.
The ingredients, aside from the rat, forensically matched your kitchen.
RRomano
(Plays along, amused) What ingredients?
"What ingredients?" (Starts pulling out evidence from a box, identifying each one.) Curry paste. Corsican Sea Salt. Red Peppers. A fairly rare Russian Tarragon. Majorcan Capers. Red Poblano Chillies. Oh, this is the pan you used.
RRomano
All you're doing is convincing me I need a lawyer.
You prepared the rat. You didn't just dice it up and toss it into the pan. You treated it like a fine fillet. You really hated Richard Bartlett.
RRomano
Now that's a fact.
He was your divorce lawyer, wha––? You won!
RRomano
At first, I thought he was my savior... Then I got his bill. That bastard charged me so much, I would have been better off giving half to my wife.
So, you served him the burger as revenge.
RRomano
Every Tuesday night. For two years. With a year and a half to go.
RRomano
He was gonna eat rat for as long as I was married. Three and one-half years. For poetical reasons.
He figured it out, somehow, called you to his office, threatened to sue you, take away your restaurant, and you killed him...?
RRomano
Ok, now your just being insulting.
Because I'm accusing you of murder?
RRomano
'Cause you're insulting my cooking! He loved that burger. You can check my emails. All Bartlett does is rave about that burger. Why would I kill him? Now, I never get the satisfaction of seeing that bastard's face, when he finds out that he had Rat, every Tuesday night.
