Brennan: Obviously, subconsciously sifted through the rational facts of the case and processed the most likely scenario.
Angela: I'm sure that's it.
Booth: Yeah, what else could it be?
Angela: Well it's the only rational explanation.
Brennan: Are you guys making fun of me?

Brennan: Oh my God! I completely forgot you can't be here Booth, you're a degenerate gambler.
Booth: Former gambler, okay not degenerate. I've been through the program okay. And you know he's on the move!
Brennan: 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?

Brennan: Oh, good! You got here for the good stuff!
Booth: What good stuff?
Brennan: The MRI. It's an older model but entirely serviceable.
Booth: Okay, for future reference, that's not the good stuff.
Brennan: Sure it is! Look at all those remodeled lateral muletas fractures. Also, signs of inflammation to the tendon fibers here and damage to -- [looks up to see the body appearing to sit up and screams in reaction]
[Booth draws his gun only to have it pulled from his hand by the magnet in the MRI. Brennan shuts the machine down; the body and the gun fall to the ground.]
Booth: [pause] You know, I won't say anything about the scream if you don't say anything about the gun.
Brennan: Those terms are satisfactory.
Booth: Right.

Brennan: Okay, I want the whole kip and canoodle transported to the Jeffersonian.
Booth: Kit and caboodle.
Brennan: Whatever.

Brennan: Okay, stop. You don't know Booth. You don't know me. You have a limited view of us based on superficial data you've accumulated on a standardized questionnaire and a subjective analysis from talking to us that is not at all scientific. So back off.
Sweets: Just trying to help.
Brennan: By questioning his humanity?
Booth: Okay, Bones, now you're going a little bit overboard. He's just a kid, right? I mean, the worst thing that's probably ever happened to him was he lost at Mortal Kombat.
Sweets: Are you normally this protective of him, Dr. Brennan?
Brennan: We're partners. Our lives depend on being protective of each other.
Sweets: And you feel the same way, Agent Booth?
Booth: Sweets, I can only hope that one day you know what a real partnership is.
Sweets: You have a very deep connection to each other. That was obvious, even from my superficial observations and standardized questionnaire. You complement each other.
Booth: No, she never compliments me. Did you compliment me in the questionnaire?
Brennan: "Complement," not "compliment." "Ple." He means that we complete each other... uh... as a team.
Booth: Yeah, right.
Brennan: I'm sensing a but.
Sweets: However...
Booth: Same as a but...
Sweets: [doggedly continuing] I have observed some underlying issues that need to be addressed.
Booth: Issues?
Sweets: Yes, there's clearly a very deep emotional attachment between you two.
Booth: We're just partners.
Sweets: And why do you think I would have thought otherwise?
Booth: 'Cause you're 12.
Brennan: Don't read into anything that Booth said. We're professionals. There's a line that doesn't even need to be there.
Booth: Not at all. I mean, if there were no more murders, I would probably not even see her.
Brennan: That's very true.
Booth: We might have coffee.
Brennan: Probably not.
Booth: What, you wouldn't even have coffee with me? [He's obviously hurt, Sweets is temporarily forgotten as he and Brennan lean towards each other to finish the conversation.]
Brennan: Well, in your scenario, we wouldn't even know each other, because there are no murders.
Booth: Were, I said, no more murders.
Brennan: Then fine, we could have coffee. So that's the extent of our relationship, coffee?
Booth: [Solid, now that he and Brennan have talked.] So, let's move on, Sweets.
Sweets: [Nods, but there's a tiny smile on his face from watching Booth and Brennan talk.]

Brennan: Okay, well I think what we need to do is get a syncopated rhythm going, that takes advantage of the natural frequency of the springs...
Booth: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute, are you this spontaneous during real sex?
Brennan: Yes, I am.

Brennan: Please roll up your pant leg.
Ming Tsou: What? What are you doing?
Brennan: We have a video of the man with Jenny that night. I'd like to compare your tibia with the one on the video.
Ming Tsou: No. You could make a mistake.
Brennan: I don't make mistakes.
Ming Tsou: [looks at Booth]
Booth: She doesn't.

Brennan: Pregnancy is unlikely without intercourse.
Booth: Yeah, 'thanks for the tip, Bones.

Brennan: Residual cross-section striae.
Booth: Hmm... Just because you say it in that definitive tone doesn't mean it means anything to me.

Brennan: Rutledge said the bug was checked out in your name.
Mandy: I got the bug because I was afraid Greg was cheating on me.
Booth: So why didn't you mention this before?
Mandy: We weren't supposed to date! I guess it's not like the FBI. We're not allowed to sleep with someone we're working with.
Brennan: Is she talking about us?
Booth: We're not.
Brennan: No!
Mandy: Oh, it's okay. I'm CIA. My lips are sealed.

Brennan: Shouldn't we be honest with each other?
Booth: We're honest! I mean, aren't you? I mean, I am.
Brennan: So you have no problem with me making so much more money than you.
Booth: No. [Brennan makes a face] Well, yeah, but it's -- it's a little weird. I mean, you're loaded. You're really loaded, and you still don't even have a flat screen. That's just kind of weird, to be honest. It's a little French, if you ask me.

Brennan: Shouldn't we do something?
Booth: You kidding? Hodgins being abducted by men in black? It's a dream come true.

Brennan: So did the police try to convince you I was having an affair with Arastoo?
Booth: It's what they do, you know? They drive wedges.
Brennan: It wouldn't be irrational to think I was having an affair with him. He is very handsome.
Booth: Yeah, I'd feel it if the energy was bad between the two of us. I'd know. The same way that you would know that I couldn't murder someone.
Brennan: I believe you would murder someone for me, and I believe you'd lie about it so I wouldn't have to carry the burden.

Brennan: So why are you here?
Michael: George Washington University wants to talk to me about heading their Anthropology department.
Brennan: They'd be lucky to get you.
Michael: I assume they tried you first.
Brennan: I already had a job.

Brennan: So, was it dangerous in Afghanistan?
Booth: No, what I did was mostly administrative.
Brennan: Because you seem really very heavily armed in this photograph.
Booth: How about you? Any headhunters or cannibals?
Brennan: Daisy and I were attacked by some armed guerrillas! But I beat them up and we got away.
Booth: You beat up armed guerrillas?
Brennan: I had to; you weren't there to save me.
Booth: [smiles] Aw, Bones.