[Sweets is on the phone with an insurance agent.]
Nah, it's ok. You're all good with the move? You need any help?
[looks at Sweets] All right. You sure checked the building out for asbestos and plumbing leaks and cracks and the foundation...
'Cause I don't wanna hear any crazy excuses from you that you've gotta move back in.
[smiles] Not gonna happen. I'm set.
[unconvinced] You're ok living in a building full of shrinks.
Hey, you know, we have a lot in common, plus we have the skills to work out our disagreements in a healthy and constructive manner. [pats Booth on the back, grins] I'm gonna miss you too, Agent Booth.
[unamused] Right. Yeah. Well, I see all the time here at work. Plus I get my tub back and I won't have to look at the stupid pomegranate juice in my refrigerator.
You still haven't tried it yet.
No, I haven't. That's called shrink juice.
[shrugs] It's just pomegranate juice.
Why don't you gather all your new neighbors together and you can have a shrink juice party? [walks into his office]
[shuts office door] Enjoy that!
[Cam and Angela see Hodgins setting up a cannon he "borrowed" from the Civil War collection for an experiment.]
This is not necessary, Hodgins. I already double-checked the figures. A cannonball fractured our victim's leg.
[while working] And I am not doubting that, Angie.
Then, why exactly are you doing this?
[excitedly] Have we all forgotten the concept of the double blind study?
[unimpressed] Doesn't apply to artillery.
Theories are improved as more evidence is gathered, so that accuracy and prediction improves over time. [Cam shakes her head] For that we need independent strands of evidence from a single foundational source. You cannot argue with that.
[subtly to Cam] So he's never shot the cannon?
Excuse me for loving my work. Goggles and ear protection, please. [hands Angela and Cam goggles and mufflers]
[...]
[Hodgins fires the cannon]
We have corroboration which is exactly what we want as scientists.
[grins] Of course. Now clean up this mess.
No. [turns and walks away with Angela]
[pleads] I made another cannonball!
[...]
[out of Hodgins' earshot] That was actually awesome.
Totally. He must never know.
[Sweets' housemates Janet and Chrissie have come to help Sweets move]
CChrissie
[to Booth and Brennan] Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Sweets.
[stunned] Ohhh–– We're not....
[...]
JJanet
[to Sweets on the way out] Your dad is hot!
[grins at Booth] Apparently you're hot, DAD!
Wow. Really. Did you just see that?
[Inside the interrogation room, Metro PD Commander Joe Dinko is in for questioning. Booth and Caroline Julian are staring at him.]
JDJoe Dinko
I'm a cop. I know all about using the uncomfortable silence to make a suspect talk.
Then why don't you talk first? [To Booth, sarcastically] This is gonna be a walk in the park.
[Hodgins catches up with Finn on the Forensic platform.]
Finn, I've got the results.
From the victim's fingernail?
What? No, no, no, I'm still working on that. No, I have a molecular breakdown of your Grandma's secret sauce.
Oh, forget it. I've moved on.
No, you haven't, your still pissed, and I don't blame you. That stuff is awesome!
My Grandmother used to put it on my Catfish...
Oh, you're kidd...you're killing me here. I'm not gonna let that hot sauce die. [walks over to monitor] Now, look at this. I-I took a swab of the bottle and I ran it through the Mass-Spec, right, and I almost got everything. We've got Red and Yellow Peppers, ok, Cayenne, Tomatoes, of course, Garlic, Onions, Cumin, Salt, Brown sugar, Vinegar--it's just-it's just this one compound I cannot identify, and I hoping you'd know what it was.
Yeah, it's the one thing you'll never find.
Alright, but I've already got a portion of the molecular chain...
Love! It's love, Hodgins. That's not gonna show on your Mass Spec. Come on, let it go. [walks away]
No...Finn, come on...hey. I'm just one compound away.
[Finn leaves the Forensics Platform]
I'm gonna burn the crap outta your mouth and you are gonna love it!
[Another lab technician looks at Hodgins and wrinkles his nose, weirded out by the comment. Hodgins feels awkward for saying that so loud]
[In the interrogation room]
You seem to feel that anger is good solution to your problems, which I totally understand.
[nods, speaks rapidly] Yeah, sure. The release of adrenalin and noradrenalin in your system causes you to feel optimistic that your impulses are causing you to make, huh, reasonable risk assessments. It's a common correspondence bias.
SSuspect
[irritated] Are you screwing with me?
[earnestly] No. I'm simply pointing out that your lack of self control can cause you to make extremely poor decisions––
SSuspect
You said you're on my side!!
[raises hand to calm suspect down] No, he said he understood why you'd go psycho!
[glances at Booth] Ok, I wouldn't use that word but––
[impatiently to Sweets] I know. That's why I'm here.
[Booth and Brennan are watching unaired footage of a drunk Judge Trudy]
Oh...wow...she wobbles and....oh...wow...ok, so what do you think, Bones?
The judge might suffer from a neuromuscular disorder.
[stares at the TV and then at Brennan in disbelief] She sloshed! [Brennan shakes her head, unsure of what Booth meant] Drunk!
TTrudy
This line of questioning is absurd. Move on with it.
This is not your fake courtroom, Trudy. I call the shots here. You're more than a social drinker, aren't you? I can tell by the way your hand is shaking.
TTrudy
I have the occasional drink. Occasional.
[sarcastically] Right. Bet you had the "occasional" DUI. For me it was gambling, for my father it was drinking. I know a problem when I see one.
