[Booth and Brennan are faced with a suspect who is dressed as a clown]
Booth: (gives handcuffs to Brennan) Just cuff the clown.
Brennan: Me?

[Booth and Brennan are in a church. Booth has just finished praying.]
Brennan: What did you ask for?
Booth: That's between me and a certain Saint. Although, I did ask for a little help finding the Gravedigger.
Brennan: Good move. What's that smell?
Booth: Candles. And I said thanks. You should try it some time.
Brennan: If I were going to pray, I would have done it just before we set off the explosion.
Booth: And you didn't?
Brennan: No, see, if there was a God, which there isn't -
Booth': Shhhh. (looks around) Do you see where we are?
Brennan: And if I were someone who believed He had a plan ...
Booth: Which I do ...
Brennan: Then I'd be tempted to think He wanted me to go through something like I went through because it might make me more open to the whole ... concept

[Booth and Brennan are in their hotel room, dressing up as Tony and Roxy]
Brennan: (coming out in a rather chaste black dress) What do you think?
Booth: (sarcastically) I have enough Bibles, thank you, but try next door.
Brennan: You said I could be a school teacher.
Booth: Not the spinster kind who lives with her sister but, you know, the hot one who makes the boys crazy. Here (hands her a dress) put on the one that I picked out, alright?
Brennan: Okay, but don't be so bossy. (She disappears into the bathroom.)
Booth: We're newly-weds I said. Taking Sin City by storm, ready for action.
Brennan: (from the bathroom) But you know, marriage is such an archaic institution.
Booth: (exhales in frustration) Listen Bones, I know what I'm doing. Okay? I've done this before, just stop arguing.
Brennan: I'm not. It's just, you know, I don't need a piece of paper to prove my commitment.
Booth: Fine. We're engaged.
Brennan: Why would I be okay with engagement?
Booth: Whatever Bones, alright? We're a loosely committed couple of hot high rollers with money to burn. Cause that's what's gonna get us in the door.
Brennan: (comes out of the bathroom in a stunning little black dress) Like this?
Booth': (staring and swallowing) Yeah, like that.

[Booth and Brennan are looking through the room of a teenage murder victim.]
Booth: Unbelievable. [sighs and goes over to pick up some comic books] This is quite the collection of comic books.
Brennan: Hodgins said that the cellulose mass was a graphic novel. He sent it to Angela for analysis and recovery.
Booth: Sweet.
Brennan: Sweet?
Booth: Ah, he has Batman #127, featuring The Hammer of the Thor. This is worth about three hundred bucks.
Brennan: Booth, are you a nerd?
Booth: First of all, you mean geek. And no, I'm not, okay? It's quite normal for an American male to read comic books.
Brennan: I find it hard to believe you have anything in common with Warren Granger.
Booth: Oh, you mean isolated, with an inner secret life? No, okay. I'd say you were more like Warren.

[Booth and Brennan are trying to get everyone's attention]
Brennan: F.B.I! You're all under arrest!
[All the workers stop what they're doing and look at her]
Booth: Come on, Bones, you don't get to say that. I'm the one with the badge.

[Booth and Brennan discover a rotting corpse in the trunk of a James Bond style car]
Booth: Whoa! Ok, that is going to kill the blue book value.

[Booth and Brennan walk in on a baby shower being held in the multi-purpose room of a high school]
Booth: You have got to be kidding me. Didn't this school ever hear of sex education?
Brennan: Well if so there's gaps in the curriculum.
Booth: That's for sure.

[Booth has fallen down a ravine while Brennan and Hodgins are looking for the corpse's skull]
Booth: [picks the skull up out of the water and treats it like a puppet] "Hey look, you found me!" Can we go to the airport now?

[Booth has taken a lot of Vicodin for his back pain.]
Perotta: How are you, Agent Booth?
Booth: The only reason that I am not coming in right now is because Bones told me not to, but she's your responsibility. Nothing can happen to her, okay? If anything happens to her and all that silky black hair, all that soft skin --
Perotta: I will not let her out of my sight. You have my word. Now we should really get back to the case, Agent Booth.
Booth: Am I stopping you? [hangs up]
Perotta: Right. I'm going to round up as many black knights as I can at Imagicon. In the mean time, please don't go out in the field without me.
Brennan: I don't need a sitter. Booth gets needlessly protective sometimes. I have no idea why.
Perotta: You really don't, do you?
Brennan: No.

[Booth is alone at the sperm bank when Stewie Griffin from Family Guy appears on a TV]
Stewie: Why are you here at the bank, Booth?
Booth: [startled] AH!
Stewie: You've got a hot doctor friend. Go to her and make a direct deposit like a man!
[Booth turns off the TV]
Booth: [to himself] That's impossible.
[The TV suddenly turns itself back on]
Stewie: And yet we converse.
Booth: [Yelps and backs himself up against a wall]
Stewie: [looking at some magazines on a table] Ooh, look! A pile of porn! Delicious! Give me a peek, Booth. Mmm? Just a little peek at a booby? Please?
[Booth unplugs the television and the screen goes black again. As he turns around, the TV turns itself on again.]
Stewie: What's your problem? You're threatened by a cute, harmless baby? Grow a set! You do want her to have your baby, don't you?
Booth: Of course I do, it's just... I want her to have a baby because it's what she wants.
Stewie: And you could just walk away like a heartless cad while she changes poo all by her lonesome?
Booth: It's what she wants!
Nurse: [speaking from outside the room] Are you okay in there, Mr. Booth?
Booth: Uh, I'm fine. Just, uh, fine, thank you. [to Stewie] Listen, could you just go away now, okay? I don't need your help.
Stewie: You know, you're not a bad looking fellow, and if you'd just keep an open mind...
Booth: Go back to cartoon land, wherever you came from. Leave!
Stewie: You sure? I'm good at pretend games.
[Booth uses the remote control to turn the TV off.]
Booth: [Shakes his head] That wasn't possible.

[Booth is looking at Brennan's music collection.]
Booth:: Tibetan throat singers... Rock on, Bones.

[Booth is trying to listen to an important call, but an ice cream truck is playing loud music nearby]
Booth: [speaking into his phone] Did you say the Everglades? Look, I can't hear anything because of this INSANE MUSIC!
[Booth takes out his gun and shoots the musical clown head on the ice cream truck three times. The music stops playing. People nearby run and scream. Brennan is shocked.]
Ice cream man: YOU SHOT MY CLOWN!
Booth: [speaking into his phone] Great. Flight number?
Ice cream man: [off screen] Hey! Hey! He shot my clown!
Booth: Okay thanks. [turns to Brennan] Okay, we're all set.
Brennan: [still shocked by what just happened] That... was not good.
[The clown head's nose bursts into flame]

[Booth tries to get out of the Mini Cooper.]
Booth: Ahh! Getting out of this thing is like being born!

[Booth visits Brennan in the first-class section of the plane.]
Booth: Are you tired of working with me?
Brennan: No, it's not that. But the identification and analysis of ancient remains, that's why I became a forensic anthropologist.
Booth: You're bored. The spark is gone.
Brennan: I'm a scientist first.
Booth: Right. Yeah. A scientist first. I get it. I understand.
Brennan: Hey, if you get caught up here, does that make me an accessory?
Booth: [smiles] An accessory to an upgrade.

[Booth walks into Brennan's office and finds her using her laptop computer while curled up on the sofa with Ripley.]
Booth: Uh, the dog should be, you know, in the cage. He killed Seth Elliot.
Brennan: Well, it's not his fault! He's actually a very nice dog, [cooing to Ripley] aren't you? [to Booth] He reminds me of you.
Booth: Me?
Brennan: He's got warm and reassuring brown eyes, and he's capable of great violence.
Booth: Okay, great. Thanks a million.