Zack: She said "Take a hint." But when I asked "What hint?," Naomi said if she told me what hint, that it wouldn't be a hint any more, it would be a statement.

Zack: Sometimes, when you're not busy, I wonder if I could ask you a few questions about sexual positions?
Booth: If you even try, I will take out my gun and shoot you between the eyes.

Zack: The amount of blood suggests that at least one of them bled out. Probably the one with the injuries. I've also noted a constellation of identical non-metric variants. Extraforamina.
Booth: Does that mean they were twins?
Brennan: How did you know?

Zack: The force used to make the injuries on the bones was 24 newton-meters. And the winner is, with 24 newton-meters...Angela.
Angela: What?
Hodgins: Congratulations.
Angela: Really?
Brennan: Height and weight?
Angela: Oh god. U-uh...ugh. Five-eight, one hundred and hun...dre....
Brennan: What?
Angela: 135. It's all muscle.

Zack: There was a dead fish under the plastic.
Hodgins: Ooo and it's not even my birthday.

Zack: These are the smallest remains I've ever worked on.
Brennan: That's a valid observation, Zack, but it's not helpful to the investigation.
Zack: Sorry, Dr. Brennan.
Brennan: I was at Waco. Branch Davidian compound. I helped identify children who had been killed in the fire, seventeen of them.
Zack: So you're saying I'll get used to it?
Brennan: No, I'm saying you will never get used to it. We're primates, social creatures. It's coded into our DNA to protect our young, even from each other.
Zack: So I'm always going to feel terrible?
Brennan: What helps me is to pull back emotionally. Just... put your heart in a box.
Zack: I'm not good with metaphor, Dr. Brennan.
Brennan: Focus on the details.
Zack: Details, yeah. I can do that.

Zack: This is the third time in a row we've investigated without Booth. I don't like it.
Brennan: Why? He mostly ignores you.
Zack: Ignoring me is Booth's way of acknowledging my presence. It's a guy thing.

Zack: This is the type of situation where people say, "Oh, my God."
Hodgins: Pretend you're a person and say it.
Zack: Oh, my God.

Zack: What do we talk about?
Goodman: Your work, of course.
Angela: Zack's work consists of removing flesh from corpses. Hodgins dissects bugs that have been eating people's eyeballs.
Hodgins: Leave me out of it, I am not going.
Dr. Goodman: And how do you see your job?
Angela: I draw death masks.
Goodman: Is that really how you see it?
Angela: Don't you?
Goodman: You are the best of us, Miss Montenegro! You discern humanity in the wreck of a ruined human body! You give victims back their faces! Their identities! You remind us all of why we're here in the first place! Because we treasure human life!
[Angela absorbs this and, on the verge of tearing up, embraces Dr. Goodman]
Goodman: Oh for God's sake.
Brennan: What happened?
Zack: Apparently, all Angela needed was to hear her job description in a deep, African-American tone.

Zack: Your estimate was correct. This hole is consistent with a 22-caliber slug. I learned "slug" from Cam. It's a colloquialism for projectile.

Zack': It's as if his vertebra was cut with a razor blade.
Hodgins: Or a razor wire. Luca Brasi.(Cam, Angela and Zack all look confused) The Godfather? Please, someone, buy a DVD player!
(looking at the reconstruction on the computer)

[analyzing the medallion evidence]
Goodman: Oh My God!
Angela: [to Hodgins] Aren't you gonna go after him?
Hodgins: Nope!
Angela: Why not?
Hodgins: Because he is now officially in charge of that medallion.
[Angela and Hodgins knuckle-punched]

[Angela and Dr. Goodman examine a Native-American stone wheel embedded with symbols.]
Dr. Goodman: This one is for spirit, the heart... this one for knowledge... and this is for courage.
Angela: So, we're looking for, maybe, a scarecrow, tin man, or a lion?

[Angela calls Brennan's phone; her voicemail answers.]
Brennan: Hi. Technically you have not reached Temperance Brennan; but if you leave a message, it will reach her. Me. Temperance Brennan.

[Angela has enlisted the services of a psychic, Avalon Harmonia, to perform a tarot reading on Brennan]
Avalon: This man was lost. You brought him the light that showed him the way home. Without it he would have died.
Angela: Booth was in a coma. Brennan read him the book that she was writing. When he woke up he thought that they had a whole different life together, he thought they were married. He thought that for days.
Avalon: You were joined at that time. You're still joined.
Brennan: [Getting up to leave.] Nothing either of you is saying makes sense.
Avalon: [Turns over another card] Were you pregnant?
Brennan: [Dismissively] What? No, of course not.
Avalon: I mean in your book.
Brennan: [Stares, surprised, for a moment] No, I deleted the book. I'm tired, Angela, I'm going to go check in at the office then go home. Nice to meet you, Miss Harmonia. [Leaves]
Angela: [About Brennan] Underneath the icy exterior beats a very warm heart.
Avalon: Her life is at a very critical turning point. Between great happiness - [She turns over a card.]
Angela: [Reading the card] That's "Death".
[Avalon gives Angela a meaningful look but says nothing.]