Wyatt: I stand by my diagnosis.
Angela: You stand by the FBI. Your first priority is to get agents back in the field solving murders.
Wyatt: Your romanticism is endearing. But as the Bard says, "Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies that apprehend more than cool reason could comprehend."
Angela: He also says "Journeys end in lovers meeting, every wise man's son doth know."

Wyatt: May I say, Dr. Sweets, that this is probably the best work I have ever read on the dynamics of opposite personality types working towards a common cause.
Sweets: Okay, now I'm hearing a caveat.
Gordon Wyatt: Just a small one. It's just that Brennan and Booth aren't in any way opposites.
Sweets: Wow. Small? What is that, British understatement?
Wyatt: Yes, he's a man. She's a woman. He's instinctual. She's empirical.
Sweets: Opposites.
Wyatt: Superficial ephemera, Dr. Sweets.
Sweets: Wow. Okay, what about the sexual component in their relationship? Would you agree that they have both sublimated their attraction to each other out of fear of endangering their working relationship, because their working relationship is paramount to both of them?
Wyatt: Alas, I'm afraid I wouldn't agree with that. No.
Sweets: Wow. Which part?
Wyatt: Well everything you just said. Yes, one of them is acutely aware of their attraction. Struggles with it daily, as a matter of fact.
Sweets: Wow. I'm sorry I keep saying that. Which one?
Wyatt: It's your book, Dr. Sweets. I would never tell you what to write.

Wyatt: Might I offer a word of advice regarding young Dr. Sweets?
Booth: Might I try to stop you.
Brennan: Why do we need advice about Sweets?
Booth: We don't. Sweets is just fine.
Wyatt: He most definitely is not fine. I've read his book.
Brennan: Wait, did he say something mean about us?
Wyatt: On the contrary. You might as well know that he lost both his adoptive parents just before he came to work for your de facto crime fighting unit.
Booth: What are we, the land of misfit toys?
Wyatt: He's a good lad, Sweets, but this book he's writing, he's using it as the vehicle to get what he actually wants. Which is a family.
Brennan: So he imprinted on us like a baby duck?

Wyatt: When you were in the coma, you got a glimpse of another world.
Booth: Great, and how does that help me aim my gun?
Wyatt: Temperance Brennan. You're in love with her. You're building a world around her. Family.
Booth: We're not compatible. She sees the world one way, I see it another way.
Wyatt: Of course! It's absolutely ludicrous, the idea of you together, but the heart chooses what it chooses, doesn't it? We don't really have a say in the matter.
Booth: She doesn't love me. I would know if she loved me.
Wyatt: May I counsel patience on this front. Hope and patience.

Wyatt: Why don't we talk about the case you're working on at the moment?
Booth: Why?
Wyatt: Well, I am trained as a forensic psychologist. I might be able to help.
Booth: Okay, fine, great. I have a dead rich guy, works with at-risk youth, gets brutally murdered after confiscating a couple pounds of heroin from one of his kids.
Wyatt: Interesting that the first word you used to describe him is "rich."
Booth: Uh, second. The first description was "dead."

Wyatt: You know what? I'm in America. We are men. Let's drink coffee, not tea, ay? (examining Booth's handiwork) Oh, I say. Marvelous job.
Booth: Thank you. (takes a sip of the coffee) That's not coffee.
Wyatt: Ah, what is it?
Booth: I don't know what the hell it is, but it sure as hell isn't coffee, Doc.

Wyatt: You know, in an effort to understand your culture better I've been trying to embrace this very American practice of preparing meat in the garden.
Booth: Barbeque.
Wyatt: Hmmm, it's a delightful word isn't it? Barbeque.

Zach: Little green men?
Hodgins: Grey, they're grey... Not green, grey. Being half alien you should know that.

Zach: My palms perspired profusely during that film.

Zach: Right away Dr. Brennan.
Booth: He's got no sense of discretion. That kid. Typical squint.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Booth: Well when the cops get stuck we bring in people like you. You know, squints. You know to squint at things.
Brennan: Oh you mean people with very high IQs and basic reasoning skills.
Booth: Yeah.

Zack: How would someone eat gold?
Angela: Not eat, drink. Goldenrod.
Brennan: Goldenrod?
Angela: It's this 100 proof cinnamon schnapps that we drank in college. It's infused with real gold flakes, purely for decadence sake.
'Brennan: How did it taste?
Angela: Well, it's way worse coming up. I can tell you that.

Zack: My regimen is easily completed in my apartment. Treadmill for 30 minutes, 100 sit-ups, push-ups and leg-lifts, and then 20 minutes of free weights. I'm deceptively strong.
Cam: I am deceived.

Zack: (coming to realization) 6, 7, 16. Carbon, nitrogen, and sulfur on the periodic table of elements. They are buried in coal-rich soil.
Booth: You gotta narrow it down, Zack.
Angela: Keep going, Zack.
Zack: The mineral components in coal are all the same. It's the organic components that provide a unique fingerprint. They're called macerals. They fluoresce at different levels. A reflectance of 1.4 is quite rare, suggesting a high concentration of inertinite.
Booth: Zack, tell me what that means.
Angela: It means he knows where they are.

Zack: (Ranting maniacally) I was out taking the pictures you needed and there was a sign and numbers on the ground and I thought, "Why assume a quasi-randomly generated function-oriented paradigm?"
Hodgins: Zack! When you talk that fast, human beings can't hear you.

Zack: (referring to Hodgins) You should give him a chance.
Angela: Excuse me?
Zack: I apologize. I didn't say anything.