I knew it was a gator. Brennan told me it was a gator. And yet ... wow.
Definitely confirms one thing. We have the coolest jobs ever.
(Brennan is in Florida talking on the phone to Booth who is in Washington)
S2 E13The Girl in the Gator
I thought you said you'd be down on the next flight.
I haven't met with the shrink, yet.
What shrink?
Well, the department psychiatrist has to sign a piece of paper saying, you know, that I am not nuts before I get my gun back, so I got an appointment tomorrow.
(sarcastically) Great, now I have to break in this Agent Sullivan?
Sully's a great guy, okay. And for your information, you never broke me in.
How would someone eat gold?
Not eat, drink. Goldenrod.
Goldenrod?
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?
Well, it's way worse coming up. I can tell you that.
They all want to be a Hotty Body - I walk into a place and the shirts fly off, making what used to be a rush kinda, I don't know, mundane.
Because you objectify them - you never see what makes them human.
(laughs incredulously) Man, you have to spend all day with her?
Yeah, an actual woman - you ought to try it sometime.
(to Zack) Just because you have a doctorate now doesn't mean I won't use you as a swizzle stick.
You can only admit evidence that is in plain view, although in this bus that could be DNA on virtually any surface.
That's an image.
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.
Barbeque.
Hmmm, it's a delightful word isn't it? Barbeque.
S2 E14The Man in the Mansion
Why do you call your psychiatrist "Gordon Gordon"?
'Cause that's how he introduces himself. You know, "Hi, I'm Gordon. Gordon Wyatt."
Like "James. James Bond."
"Bond. James Bond." Not "James. James... James"... whatever.
For once can you just pretend that you're the girl?
Why is everyone so anxious for me to be a girl?
Why don't we talk about the case you're working on at the moment?
Why?
Well, I am trained as a forensic psychologist. I might be able to help.
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.
Interesting that the first word you used to describe him is "rich."
Uh, second. The first description was "dead."
It's my letter of resignation.
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!
Dr. Hodgins endangered a case by hiding his relationship with a suspect.
I'm saving Dr. Saroyan the trouble of firing me.
Well, how much trouble is it? "You're fired." That's no trouble at all! I mean, a child could do it.
Listen up, you people. The verdict is gonna come down any minute. Maybe we'll win. Maybe we'll lose. But this I do know, you people have got to get your sand together, you hear me? Booth and you scientist-android-brainiacs, you got somethin' very special here. But you are losing it. [to Booth] Dropping serial killers off of balconies. And [to Angela] blabbing suspect's names to vengeful fathers. [to Cam] Cuttin' into heads before their times, gettin' poisoned. [to Zack] Gettin' blown up because you go grabbin' things you shouldn't have. [to Hodgins] Taking photographs from frames. [back to Booth] Getting a perfectly good car smashed to bits for NO good reason. [to all] Get it together! Start using your over-sized heads! This is the real world. Now, I know bug man here handed in his resignation. My official Justice Department recommendation is the following: we win the case, he gets his job back; we lose, Booth shoots him.
S2 E15The Bodies in the Book
Only five days? This is an extreme rate of decomp.
Blue crab season. They'll feed on anything, dead or alive. Vegetation, fish, flesh.
Ugh. Opportunistic little bastards.
SSullivan
Well, two hands are better than one, Booth.
Well, last time I checked, I had two hands. See?
Testosterone spill on aisle four.
So, for kicks you read --
Feminist trash. You know -- woman finds her power, leaves her oppressive husband, discovers freedom and fulfillment with an artist who knows how to cry and make love like an animal.
So, sex books.
Pretty much, yeah.
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