Girl 1: Is that a real skeleton?
Brennan: Yes. The shape of her hips indicated she'd already given birth.
Girl 1: How old was she?
Brennan: 12
Liza: She should've waited to be married before she had sex!
Girl 1: [In a hushed voice] You said sex!
Liza: [Cute grin]

Goodman: [to Brennan] Come on, now, you have partially-digested, dismembered skeletal remains to examine. That should put a smile on your face.

Goodman: All writers reveal more of themselves than they intend on their page.
Booth: You know, I've gotta tell you, I never bought all that English 101 stuff. Sometimes a river is just a river.
Brennan: [to Goodman] With all due respect, my writing, for example, is pure fiction.
Goodman: Dr. Brennan, I fear you reveal much more of your worldview in your writing than you realize.
Brennan: Such as?
Goodman: Such as, archeologists make good administrators because they enjoy tedium.
Angela: Such as, artists are doomed to a life of loneliness because they are unable to think beyond instant gratification.
Booth: Such as, you know, FBI guys are hot and Angela here wants to have sex with me.
Angela: Yeah.

Goodman: His bones bear the marks of battle. His weapons are of good quality, well-used. He's old for a warrior. Yet how did he die, Mr. Addy?
Zack: Looks like tuberculosis.
Goodman: A proud man. Not the ending he would have wanted. Yet he was surrounded by family and friends. A good death.
Hodgins: Oh, please. Now you're describing a scene from Lord of the Rings.

Goodman: I do not view you as property, Dr. Brennan. You are one of the Jeffersonian's most valuable assets.
Zack: An asset is, by definition, property.
Goodman: What's the rule, Mr. Addy?
Zack: You only converse with PhDs. You do realize I'm halfway through two doctorates. Two halves make a whole, so mathematically speaking...
Goodman: Go polish a bone, Mr. Addy.

Goodman: It's difficult knowing Kent will never play again. Makes the war so real.
Hodgins: Which is odd, because it was all fiction that got us there in the first place.
Goodman: So you don't think we should stand up to tyrants?
Hodgins: Sure. I've been waitin' for the press to do that for three years now.

Goodman: It's time to live a little, Temperance. Connect with other people.
Brennan: Are you suggesting that I take this opportunity to have sex with Booth on a field trip?
Goodman: Good God! Where's Dr. Freud when you need him?

Goodman: When I said you should think of this invitation as a summons, I understated it. It's a subpoena, a Grand Jury subpoena. Ignore it at your own peril.
Brennan: You're not going to fire us if we don't go.
Goodman: No, not fire you, but I can move your parking spots to Lot M. Enjoy the shuttle ride.
Zack: The shuttle smells like feet.

Hall: I've been investigated for years. Why do you think they never got me on anything?
Booth: Because you're so smart?
Hall: Because Terrence Baskin is my past. I'm one hundred percent clean now. This is my life now. This and my record label, not crystal meth... not gang-banging.
Brennan: Yet much of the iconic quality of urban music lies in the perceived or actual rivalry between the principal artists.
Hall: Where did you find her?
Booth: Museum.

Hank Booth: Did I take these blue pills?
Booth: You took the yellow pills.
Hank: I feel like a damn chemistry experiment! They didn't have this stuff fifty years ago and everybody was fine!
Brennan: Actually, medicine has increased life expectancy quite a bit since 1959. Fifty years ago, you'd probably be dead.
Booth: Bones!
Hank: No, I like her. She's real. She's got balls.
Brennan: Well, ovaries, actually.
Hank: All right, you've got steel ovaries.
Brennan: Thank you.
Booth: Will you two, please!

Hank: [reading a letter from his son - Booth's father] "I didn't write a letter to Seely because I knew he'd rip up anything I sent him - and he should. If you can find a way, let him know ... I love him. He and Jarod deserved a better father than me. A father ... a father as good as I had. Thank you for raising him to be the man I could never be."

Hank: Everyone needs someone. Don't be scared.
Brennan: Scared, what? I'm not scared of anything.
Hank: It all goes by so fast. You don't want any regrets.
Brennan: I don't understand.
Hank: Yes, you do.

Hannah: Don't worry, Seeley, I'm fine.
Booth: You got shot, Hannah, you're not fine.
Hannah: I've been shot before. So have you, right?
Booth: It's not like you build up an immunity to gunshot wounds.

Hannah: I don't want to mess anything up between you and your son.
Booth: Look, I love you, all right? He's gonna love you, too. And don't think of him as a kid. Just think of him as a short guy who �� who's not allowed to drink.

Hannah: I-I can't imagine going from being a woman to being a mom.
Booth: When Parker was born, everything changed in my life, everything.
Hodgins: Like what?
Angela: Everything. Everything means everything.