Brennan: What's wrong with these angelfish?
Marilyn Stoddard: They've been listless the past few days. Most likely from something they ingested.
Booth: Or someone.
Brennan: We should take these fish back to the lab.
Stoddard: No, you can't! These are a gift from Morocco!
Brennan: They need to be tested for trace evidence in a murder investigation.
Booth: We'll get them back to you. Don't worry.
Brennan: I may or may not get them back to you.

Brennan: What's wrong?
Booth: Nothing. Come on in. How about some coffee? Caribbean bean!
Brennan: You hurt your back again?
Booth: Nope. No, no, no. It's that obvious, huh?
Brennan: Your gait suggests you restrained your anterior longitudinal ligament.
Booth: Yeah, well, I blame the couch, all right? I fell asleep last night watching the game. Look, I figured you fixed my back last time. Really, I just thought that maybe you could fix it again. So use your little magic knuckles and hit it up, and we're ready to go.
Brennan: Booth, if this has become a recurring problem, you should see a specialist.
Booth: Right. I get it. All disclaimers apply. Here we go. Hit the back. Chop, chop. We've got a case!
[Brennan has just finished fighting the Black Knight and retrieving Excalibur after he ran her and Sweets off the road. Dr. Sweets has blood all over his face and has just managed to lift his head from the airbag]

Brennan: When Booth and I first met, I didn't believe that such a thing as love existed. I maintained that it was simply brain chemistry, but perhaps Booth is correct. Perhaps love comes first and creates the reaction. I have no tangible proof, but I'm willing to accept Booth's premise.

Brennan: Where did he work?
Ralph: Uh, employment agency called Temp Time. On 7th, by the Convention Center.
Booth: Ha! Couldn't have been Santa!
Brennan: Why?
Booth: Because Santa wouldn't have worked at a temp agency!
Brennan: Well, why not? His work is seasonal.

Brennan: Where do horses stay in a hotel?
Booth: The bridle suite.
Brennan: That's correct. How did you know the answer to the bridle suite joke?
Booth: I have a five-year-old son.

Brennan: Why are you mad at me?
Booth: Forget it.
Brennan: No, you can't say forget it to your partner. You taught me that.
Booth: I just don't like the idea that my partner thinks that me and Jacob Broadsky are alike.
Brennan: You are similar in many ways.
Booth: [sarcastically] Great! Thanks, Bones.
Brennan: But not in the most important way. How can I put this in a way that you will understand?
Booth: Try to say it in teeny tiny words.
Brennan: Okay. Broadsky is bad. You are good. That's as simply as I can put it.
Booth: [laughs] You don't believe in absolutes like good or bad, all right? You think it's where people stand.
Brennan: From where I stand, you are good and Broadsky's bad.
Booth: Thanks for standing there, Bones.
Brennan: I'm standing right beside you, Booth, like always. Like I always will. I'm being metaphorical, of course, because we are currently sitting.
Booth: Thank goodness, because I thought I'd shrunk.
Brennan: [laughs] That's funny, because you made a joke based on relative position, which goes back thematically to our discussion of situation morality.
Booth: Ha! That's not why it's funny.
Brennan: Tell me another one!

Brennan: Why are you nice to me?
Booth: Because. Because they think they get away with it.
Brennan: What?
Booth: They burn their victim. They blow him up. They toss him in the ocean. They bury him in the desert. They throw 'em to wood chippers. Sometimes, you know, years go by. They relax. Then they start living their lives like they didn't do anything wrong. Like they didn't spend somebody else's life in order to get what they got. They think they're safe from retribution. You make those bastards unsafe. That's why I'm nice to you.
Brennan: I couldn't do that without you, Booth.
Booth: Yeah. So, um, you should be a little nicer to me, huh?
Brennan: I really should.

Brennan: Why do you call your psychiatrist "Gordon Gordon"?
Booth: 'Cause that's how he introduces himself. You know, "Hi, I'm Gordon. Gordon Wyatt."
Brennan: Like "James. James Bond."
Booth: "Bond. James Bond." Not "James. James... James"... whatever.

Brennan: Will he recover? Your friend Ken.
Booth: From losing his sister? You don't recover from something like that. You just survive.
Brennan: People die. There's a fault in the design if we can't recover from it.
Booth: Fault in the design. What are we, coffee pots?
Brennan: I just mean that we should be designed so that we can handle the worst.
Booth: We are designed that way. We aren't sent anything that we can't handle.
Brennan: I'm not convinced that loving someone is worth it.
Booth: I have a son and it's worth it.
Brennan: Even if he died?
Booth: Whoa, Bones, don't even say anything like that. Don't even put that out there. It is worth it and everything around it is worth it. Every moment. Everything is worth it. Now eat your ice cream before it melts.

Brennan: X-rays, pictures: we're going to do this without touching the actual skeleton as much as possible.
Zack: Kid gloves?
Brennan: Latex should be all right... Zack, were you being metaphoric?
Zack: I decided to give it a shot. Which is also metaphoric.

Brennan: You have faith that you will retain your faith? Why?
Booth: Because, Bones. The sun will come up and tomorrow is a new day.
Brennan: I know that feeling.
Booth: Really?
Brennan: Mm-hmm.
Booth: You know what it feels like to get your faith back?
Brennan: When I see effects and I am unable to discern a cause, my faith in reason and consequences is shaken.
Booth: Then what happens?
Brennan: Two plus two equals four. I put sugar in my coffee and it tastes sweet. The sun comes up because the world turns. These things are beautiful to me. There are mysteries I will never understand, but everywhere I look I see proof that for every effect there is a corresponding cause. Even if I can't see it. I find that reassuring.
Booth: And life is good again.
Brennan: It is very good.
Booth: Yes, it is.

Brennan: You just said you were having sex when you were sixteen.
Booth: That's different!
Brennan: Oh, so there's a double standard?
Booth: Of course! You know what, Cam needs to shut that down.
Brennan: I said that Michelle should wait until she's at least seventeen and a half.
Booth: Is that how old you were?
Brennan: No, I was 22.
Booth: Twenty-two?! twnent--, why?
Brennan: Don't -- why do you sound shocked?!
Booth: No, it's just that that's a good age. Twenty-two??
Brennan: It was an important decision! I gave it a lot of thought. I finally found a man who could provide a skillful introduction.
Booth: You make it sound like it was a class that you took. You know, the first time you should be in love. You know, totally goo-goo for the other person.
Brennan: Were you when you were sixteen?
Booth: Well part of me was.

Brennan: You know, anthropologically speaking, you follow a very ancient tradition.
Monte: Okay... entrepreneur?
Brennan: Pimp.

Brennan: You noticed something! See! You've still got it!
Booth: You're not going to ask me what I saw?
Brennan: Do I want to know?
Booth: No. Do you want to know anyway?
Brennan: Nope. It can wait. I trust you.

Brennan: You said before that Warren reminded you of me. You think I'm just like him, that he hid from life by immersing himself in a fantasy world where he fought crime. And I do the same thing, only I don't have superpowers. I... I have science.
Booth: No, Bones. You do fight crime. It's not a fantasy. As far as any normal person is concerned, you do have superpowers.
Brennan: You're just saying that to me.
Booth: No, I don't do that.
Brennan: Yes, you do. You lied to Warren Granger's mother to make her feel better. That seems to be your superpower.