Hodgins: Hey Angela! You look great today.
Angela: Thanks Hodgie! This is my boho rocker, artist, mid-week, take-a-deep-breath-and-pout look.
Brennan: Hodgie?

Hodgins: Hey? [The girls looked unhappily at Hodgins] Whoa...What'd I do?
Cam: You're a man

Hodgins: I can't just guess; I have a process!

Hodgins: I can't sleep, Angela.
Angela: I thought that they gave you something for that.
Hodgins: No, I mean I'm afraid...that if I close my eyes, when I-- when I open them I gonna be back in that car, buried, running out of air.
Angela: Okay. Then you should come home with me.
Hodgins: What?
Angela: When you open your eyes, I'll be there.
Hodgins:Yeah?
Angela: (nodding) Yeah.
Hodgins: (nodding) Okay.

Hodgins: I clicked on a pop-up and got caught in a pornado.

Hodgins: I demand another beetle. Jeff's got a groin pull.
Zack: Arthropods do not possess groins. Pay up

Hodgins: I found more papers in her bra.
Angela: Well, these papers from her pockets are all faded. I have no idea what was written or printed on them.
Hodgins: It must be something important.
Angela: Why do you think that? I mean, you have papers in your pockets and so do I.
Hodings: Yeah, but do you also stuff papers into your bra?
Angela: [smiles] Not since high school.
Hodgins: She was hiding it, right? That means they're important. You know, maybe even secret.
Angela: You think this is some kind of government conspiracy?
Hodgins: Ang, in 1963 the positions of the Soviet nuclear fleet were sewn into the lining of a hunting cap.
Angela: The video spectral comparator should be able to tell us what was once on here.
Hodgins: You never know, I mean, these markings could be code. See? Here.
Angela: Yeah, it's a UPC code on a coupon.
Hodgins: Ten cents off any three pack of tapioca pudding.
Angela: Oh my God. Oh my God! Terrorists are trying to corner the market on tapioca pudding and take down America!
Hodgins: You're mocking me.
Angela: You're quick.

Hodgins: I found the murder weapon!
Angela: Oh, you are good.
Hodgins: You have no idea.
Zack: Are you having a moment?

Hodgins: I graduated top of my class, Rhodes scholar, the youngest member inducted into the Academy of Physical Sciences, but she still makes me feel like a cretin.
Zack: She apologized to me.

Hodgins: I hate to say conspiracy; but, my peeps, we've got a conspiracy.

Hodgins: I just wish Zack was here, that's all.
Booth: You gotta get over it. Zack's not coming back!
Zack: I know where to find the victim's head.
[Everyone turns and stare at Zack}
Cam: This is not good.
Brennan: How did you get out?
Zack: You don't look happy to see me.
Booth: Oh, we're not!
Brennan: I am. I really am. (runs to hug Zack, others follow except for Booth)

Hodgins: I rarely find motive in bird vomit.

Hodgins: I'll go tell Booth that the bomber is alive and six feet tall.
Cam: [As Hodgins runs out of the office] You'll tell who what? There's a loop, people, and I'm in it! [to Angela] Not only am I in it, but I'm the big, curvy part.

Hodgins: It's beautiful here.
Booth: Yeah, you know that's important for a murder.

Hodgins: It's my letter of resignation.
Brennan: Your science was dead-on perfect. That's all I care about. I don't need your resignation. [to Cam] He didn't actually tamper with evidence!
Cam: Dr. Hodgins endangered a case by hiding his relationship with a suspect.
Hodgins: I'm saving Dr. Saroyan the trouble of firing me.
Brennan: Well, how much trouble is it? "You're fired." That's no trouble at all! I mean, a child could do it.