The Superhero in the Alley [1.12]
Cullen: più than three cameras mostra up and some homicide detective kicks it up to his captain, who kicks it up to the chief, who kicks it to the FBI.
Booth: Bang! And kick it down to me, which I thank you, sir, for the opportunity.
Cullen: Booth, I want this closed. I don’t want to look at successivo Sunday's Post and read "Church kids find mystery corpse dressed for Halloween. FBI remains clueless."
Booth: I guarantee te won’t read that, sir.
Bones: Don’t use your charm smile on me.
Booth: What? (laughs) It’s a mark of respect. That’s all.
Zack: I never read comic books.
Hodgins: Really? I had te pegged for a graphic novel nut.
Zack: The uh, face and cranial volta, vault are badly fractured. Blows to the parietal have sent radiating fracture lines to the mid frontal and anterior temple buttresses. (to Hodgins) Why?
Hodgins: stella, star Wars, stella, star Trek, Stargate, Battlestar Galactica…
Booth: Sweet.
Brennan: Sweet?
Booth: Ah, he has Batman number 127 featuring The Hammer of the Thor. This is worth about three hundred bucks.
Brennan: Booth, are te a nerd?
Booth: First of all, te 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 te have anything in common with Warren Granger.
Booth: Oh, te mean isolated with an inner secret life? No, okay. I’d say te were più like Warren.
Bones: Zack discovered some significant hairline peri fractures on the right and left ulnae. It’s his arms.
Booth: I know ulna means forearm. I pay attention.
(They enter the attic of a comic book store, where teenagers are standing around, wearing costumes.)
Booth: Guys, this is actually a real live woman, something te don’t see often.
Booth: What’s your name?
Abigail: Blue Minnow.
Booth: Okay guys, when I ask your names, I want the ones that your parents gave you.
Goodman: All writers reveal più of themselves then they intend on their page.
Booth: te know, I’ve gotta tell you, I never bought all that English 101 stuff. Sometimes a river is just a river.
Brennan: (to Goodman) With all due respect, my Scrivere for example is pure fiction.
Goodman: Dr. Brennan, I fear te reveal much più of your world view in your Scrivere then te realize.
Brennan: Such as?
Goodman: Such as, archaeologists make good administrators because they enjoy tedium.
Angela: Such as, artists are doomed to a life of loneliness because they are unable to think beyond instant gratification.
Booth: Such as, te know, FBI guys are hot and Angela here wants to have sex with me.
Angela: Yeah.
Hodgins: What are te reading?
Zack: I’m doing research.
Hodgins: da Leggere a comic book?
Zack: Intensely allegorical modern myths.
Hodgins: You’re Leggere Bugs Bunny, man.
Zack: On the surface, yes, but if te dig deeper the subtext becomes apparent. The conflict is representative of the Darwinian struggle between avians and mammals for dominance.
Hodgins: Based on Bugs giving Daffy anatra a cigar made out of dynamite?
Zack: Yeah. And then here... he explodes, but not really.
(At a bowling alley)
Booth: Do te smell that?
Bones: Yes, I do.
Booth: te know what that is, Bones?
Bones: Wax…popcorn…feet…deodorant.
Booth: That is America, Bones.
Booth: Ah, well my average is over 200, less then two opens per game, one match I had 211 strikes out of 431 shots. Twenty-nine opens, thirty-nine games.
Bones: What does that mean?
Booth: It means I won some bowling awards.
Bones: I won the Marshall A. Sixon award for my paper on Giorgio Romanus and physiological selection.
Booth: My God, it’s like we lead parallel lives.
Bones: te told her that her son didn’t tell her about being sick to make her feel better.
Booth: Mmm-hmm.
Bones: te don’t really believe that.
Booth: Well, people don’t actually do that.
Bones: So te just told her that to make her feel better?
Booth: Right.
Bones: So te just did what te detto people don’t do.
Ellis: Dude, Abby’s cute in a chick geek kind of way but she’s definitely not that kind of baddy te go to the death chamber for.
Bones: te detto before that Warren reminded te of me. te think I’m just like him, that he hid from life da immersing himself in a fantasy world where he fought crime and I do the same thing only I don’t have super powers. I... have science.
Booth: C’mon, Bones, te do fight crime. It’s not a fantasy. As far as any normal person is concerned, te do have super powers.
Bones: You’re just saying that to me.
Booth: No, I don’t do that.
Bones: Yes te do. te lied to Warren Granger’s mother to make her feel better. That seems to be your super power.
Bones: I noticed how te held yourself the last time I was here. I didn’t think anything of it, though viewed through the current context-
Lucy: What is she talking about?
Booth: She wants to know how te hurt yourself.
Bones: I’ll see te in the comic books, buster.
Ted: What?
Booth: Thanks, I’ll get this back to you. (He escorts Bones to the exit.) It’s, “see te in the funny pages."
Bones: Okay, I took a liberty.
Booth: Bones! Talk about multiple hypotheses.
Bones: It’s a leap, yes but it was bound to happen, me spending so much time with you. I mean that as a compliment.
Booth: Yeah well, I mean, if te know you, it’s pretty obvious.
Bones: Well, give me an example.
Booth: Okay, well in your books, your partner is a former Olympic pugile who graduated from Harvard and spoke six different languages. In real life - te got me.
Bones: So what you’re saying is that reality falls far, far short of fictional.
Booth: Yeah, thanks a lot, Bones.
Bones: He wanted to make a difference in the world before he died. (Booth looks at her.) I told te he was più like te than me.
The Woman in the Garden [1.13]
Bones: Why did they call in the FBI to little Salvador?
Booth: Well te know, the car’s got Virginia plates, across state lines, and then there’s a suspected gang member, and then there’s Rico to deal with. Look, Bones, do te really want to know?
Bones: No, I was just using it as an excuse to make conversation and reestablish our connection.
Booth: What?
Bones: Well, I read a book about improving work relationships. It’s not fair to expect te to tell me everything.
Booth: I appreciate the effort, Bones.
Booth: Great, now he's ignoring us in two languages.
Hodgins: Typically grave diggers are necrophiliacs looking for a little action.
Angela: Um, eww.
Hodgins: In Pikeville, Tennessee, a guy dug up the graves of all these people 'cause he wanted to make sure their bodies were still there. They weren’t.
Villeda: What’s your problem, man?
Booth: What’s my problem? My problem is that somebody shot at me, shot at me and my partner plus te know, a bad guy got away. So I’m a little cranky about the whole thing.
Booth: Okay, Hodgins, suit up; you’re coming with us. We’re going to the Barrio.
Hodgins: Field work. Cool. Do I get a gun?
Bones: You… te can’t arm Hodgins and not me.
Booth: What is it with te people and the guns, huh?
Hodgins: Look at this. The government bankrupts itself giving tax breaks to the rich so there’s no money left to help these people with job training, educational resources, health care…
Booth: Just look for a garden with the plant.
Hodgins: Unless they land a job working for minimum wage that hasn’t seen a hike in eight years.
Bones: That’s for those who are here legally. The undocumented do a lot worse.
Booth: What is this, NPR radio, huh? What, are te two running for office?
Bones: Why would a gang leader cooperate?
Booth: I’m going to ask him very, very nicely, Bones.
Bones: te know that book I’m Leggere about getting along with your coworkers, it says that sarcasm is never helpful. I can lend it to te if te want.
Hodgins: Yeah, and here’s the kicker. There was also evidence of genetic material from a franklinia alatamaha on his shoe.
Booth: You’re kidding. I’m in shock, Frankie Alabama, te don’t say.
Bones: Did te hear what I detto about sarcasm?
[Bones and Hodgins smile at each other and give each other a high five.]
Booth: (fake laughs) Okay, te guys should do that even less than normal people.
[Booth’s SUV. Booth is driving, Bones is in the passenger seat, and Hodgins is in back.]
Hodgins: I called shotgun. What does it mean to a society when the niceties are no longer observed?
Bones: I like puzzles. I find them relaxing. I just finished The Anatomy Lesson da Rembrandt.
Booth: You’re kidding, right?
Bones: What do te find relaxing?
Booth: I restore vintage cars.
Hodgins: I know what I find relaxing.
Booth: Everybody finds what te find relaxing, relaxing.
Booth: Let's pretend that I'm the cop for a second.
Zack: This is interesting.
Angela: Interesting o horrible? Cause sometimes it’s the same thing with you.
Bones: Are te mad at me?
Booth: No, but te know, I could have gotten something back there if te hadn’t gotten all mushy on me.
Bones: I was uncomfortable with… te always say I’m not a cop. You’re right, especially in a situation like that.
Booth: Well, it’s okay.
Booth: I’m going to call ICE and have te and your wife deported back to El Salvador.
Jose: I got a son.
Booth: Forget it, we keep the son.
Jose: That’s my son. It’s my only son. te got kids?
Booth: No.
Bones: What? Yes te do. (Booth gives her a look.)
Angela: te beat up a gang leader?
Bones: Booth told te that?
Angela: te did. You… got into a fight with a gang banger.
Hodgins: Am I interrupting a female moment?
(Booth sees Ortez walk down the alley and he jumps out of his car. Booth runs up behind him quietly jerks him around and slams him into a wall.)
Ortez: What, are te crazy? This is my neighborhood.
Booth: te put a hit out on my partner?
Ortez: She's not FBI.(Booth punches him in the face. Then he grabs him da the throat and pulls out his gun. He puts the gun under his chin while he’s holding his neck.)
Booth: I never detto anything about FBI. She’s my partner, see, and if anything happens to her, I will find te and I will kill you. I won’t think twice. Come here, look at my eyes. (he cocks his gun and puts it in Ortez’s mouth) Look at my face, if anything happens to her, I will kill you. This is between te and me. What nobody sees, nobody knows. You’ve got nothing to prove. te understand? te understand?(Ortez tries to say yeah.)
Booth: Yeah, I thought so. Now if te don’t mind, I’ll leave first, 'cause I’ve got somewhere I have to be. (Booth uncocks his gun, turns and takes a few steps. Then he turns around again quickly, cocks his gun, and aims it at Ortez’s head. He stares at him for a few moments then walks away.)
Booth: Am I in trouble?
Angela: You’re late for a funeral, of course you’re in trouble.
Booth: (to Bones) Sorry. I apologize. I… everything okay here?
Bones: Where were you?
Booth: I had something to do.
Bones: più important than a funeral?
Booth: I thought so at the time.
The Man in the Fairway [1.14]
Brennan: Plane crashes don’t belong to the FBI.
Zack: Why not? FAA stands for Federal Aviation Administration. The NTSB stands for National Transportation Safety Board. That sounds Federal to me and FBI stands for Federal Bureau…
Brennan: Zack.
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: What makes this one of our cases?
Ian: I beg your pardon?
Zack: We’re kind of special. We’re elite. We don’t sort though just any set of bodies.
Zack: I apologize if I've offended you. Usually we have an FBI agent that mediates our interpersonal encounters.
Brennan: What are the odds?
Zack: A crashing plane falling directly on a human being? One in...ten million.
Dr. Goodman: The information that I’m about to tell te must not leave this room.
Hodgins: I am philosophically opposed to institutional secrecy in all its forms.
Dr. Goodman: Fine, get out.
Hodgins: (scoffs) Pfft.
Dr. Goodman: Two communist Chinese trade attachés were on that plane when it crashed, both high ranking party men.
Hodgins: Obviously, we shot it down.
Brennan: Not to mention, three bone fragments which were not on the plane.
Dr. Goodman: Is there any chance those bone fragments were on the plane?
Angela: What, te mean as carry-on luggage?
Brennan: (to Booth) Got it, o te want me to explain it again?
Brennan: These fragments come from a person who was hacked.
Booth: Hacked to little bits?
Brennan: No medium sized bits, not sure how it turned into little bits yet.
Brennan: Dismemberment, little bits, it's a murder.
Booth: Well, FBI doesn’t have jurisdiction at a golf course.
Brennan: Well, who does?
Booth: I don’t know. Try the PGA.
Booth: te know, you’ve done a couple of cases without me and te miss me.
Brennan: Zack misses you, not me.
Booth: Zack and I don’t even talk.
Brennan: He seems to think it’s a male bonding ritual.
Booth: Maybe he’s right.
Brennan: No he’s not.
Booth: Could be.
Brennan: te told him that so te wouldn’t have to talk to him.
Booth: Well, it was nicer then shooting him.
Brennan: Goodman has ordered me to investigate the other extra body.
Booth: Well then te better get on that. successivo time, te know, te miss me, pick up the phone, call me, we’ll do lunch o something.
Brennan: I do not miss you!
Booth: Yeah te miss me. C’mon.
Brennan: I do not miss you!
Booth: Say it. (A security guard walks in.)
Guard: Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth, te have a visitor. (he leaves)
Booth: te miss me.
Brennan: No I don’t. (she walks out.)
Booth: te miss me. te miss me.
Kane: He doesn’t know what it’s like to lose a parent, te do.
Booth: (angry) te want to back down a jot there, buddy?
Booth: Okay, how do te know about the Chinese? (Kane ignores him and Booth snaps in his face and puts his hand in front of Bones' face) Do not look at Dr. Brennan, okay?
Kane: Do te mind if I ask te how many bone fragments te found?
Bones: Yes, I do. I don’t discuss ongoing investigations.
Booth: (smug) She doesn’t discuss ongoing investigations.
Bones: Will te help?
Booth: Well, te know, I guess if you’re uh, really asking me, I guess I could, uh, te know, caramella fondente, fudge it with my boss to make it look like it was attached to the Chinese plane crash thing.
Angela: te mean after the Communist thing?
Bones: No, immediately.
Hodgins: I’m in.
Zack: te want us to defy Dr. Goodman.
Hodgins: I’m in.
Bones: Not defy, per say. Do both jobs, but keep one a secret.
Hodgins: I’m in.
Angela: We get it. You’re a rebel.
Bones: Booth is looking over your file now.
Kane: I wasn’t looking for his help.
Bones: We work together.
Booth: Subtle psychological indicators, Bones.
Bones: I looked those up on the internet: body language, sweat, tonal quality, shifty eyes.
Booth: Hey, te know what? I don’t go poking around your Bones stuff, okay. Just leave the human stuff to me.
Zack: The victim was frozen, dismembered, and fed into a wood chipper.
Hodgins: And spread over a golf course.
Angela: Either talk loudly enough so I can hear all the way o whisper so I can’t.
Angela: I have a theory.
Hodgins: Femme fatal assassin.
Zack: Unregistered flight attendant.
Angela: Young, beautiful girl, doesn’t appear on the in flight manifest, group of high-powered politicos.
Hodgins: Oh.
Zack: Wait. What? What?
Brennan: Someone on that flight might have been doing his daughter o girlfriend a favor.
Angela: Ugh, you’re so sweet, honey. te really are.
Zack: Oh, te think she was the in-flight entertainment.
Zack: So we’re going to drop this and get back to what Dr. Goodman told us to do in the first place?
Bones: No, we are going to keep doing what we are doing behind Goodman’s back.
Hodgins: That’s the spirit.
Booth: But if he could see te now...
Kane: I’d like to think he can see me now.
Bones: Your father is dead. A dead person can’t see anything.
Angela: I was being your wingman.
Bones: What’s that?
Booth: What’s più interesting than escorts?
Zack: No way!
Booth: [to Brennan] The correct response would be "yes way."
Brennan: Oh. Yes way.
Brennan: I feel like kicking him.
Booth: That's normal after a pursuit. We try not to do that.
Booth: te testing out my instincts, Bones?
Bones: Poking and prodding. I learned from the best. (pinches his cheek.)
Bones: I’m sorry, Jesse.
Kane: For what? Suspecting that I killed my own father?
Bones: No, I’m not sorry for that.
Booth: lista the pertinence.
Zack: Me? Are te talking directly to me?
Booth: Yeah, te can tell because my eyes are looking at you. My mouth is aimed in your direction.
Zack: But what about our guy thing? If you’re speaking to me then does this mean I’m not on the team?
Bones: I want to ask te another favor.
Booth: Oh jeez, another favor.
Bones: I wonder if te wouldn’t mind taking a look at this. (slides the file over to him.)
Booth: The file on your parents? Yeah, okay.
Bones: Do te want to think about it? It’s a pretty big favor.
Booth: You’d do it for me.
Bones: Yeah, I would.
Booth: I’m proud te asked, Temperance.
Bones: You’re back to ignoring Zack?
Booth: Alright look, I know te don’t approve but, te know, it works for us; it worked for him so…
Bones: Yeah, I get it, and it’s kind of sweet.
Two Bodies in the Lab [1.15]
Zack: The remains mostra evidence of bullet wounds.
Hodgins: Which would explain why he has all those holes in him.
Hodgins: Should we really be involved in mob stuff? I mean, they're really into to the whole killing thing.
Bones: Ah, can't work tonight. Tomorrow morning is fine.
Angela: te have a data tonight.
Bones: It's not a date, it's a meal.
Hodgins: With a man?
Angela: te two know each other?
Bones: Well, I was at the Bureau when Booth took his coffee cup. Apparently they're both the "world's greatest FBI Agent".
Booth: te know, what ever happened to seeing someone across a crowded room, eyes meeting, that old black magic gets te in its spell?
Bones: There's no such thing as magic.
Booth: Oh, there's magic.
Bones: Are te here for a reason?
Bones: Ask them to save the excrement for Hodgins.
Bones: My reservation just got pushed da a few extra minutes.
Booth: Oh, a few extra minutes. Great.
Bones: What?
Booth: Nothing.
Bones: te disapprove?
Booth: I detto great.
Bones: With attitude.
Booth: Don't go overboard with psychology. It's not your thing.
Bones: Look, I am an adult, Booth. I see men. I go out with them on occasion. I sleep with them.
Booth: Hey, te know what? That's cool, but te don't even know who this guy is that you're meeting.
Bones: I have trekked through Tibet avoiding the Chinese army. I think I can handle meeting someone for dinner.
Booth: Fine, te know what? te have fun with Dick431 o whatever his handle is.
Bones: Yeah, I will.
Booth: Good.
Bones: Thanks.
Booth: Fine.
Bones: Good.
Hodgins: I'm doing the fecal flotation right now. (pauses) Wow, don't get to say that a lot.
(After Bones has been in a drive-by shooting)
Angela: Are te sure te don't want a drink?
Zack: te know it wouldn't be difficult to someone to encode a secure data strip, implant it on an ID card with correct digitally encoded authentication data, and sneak in here.
Hodgins: That is possible.
Bones: Are te two going to help o not?
Angela: te know, Booth's pissed that te came here. He had più domande for te at the scene.
Bones: He just doesn't want to come here because he has to park in the structure.
Booth: Bones, what the hell are te doing?
Bones: Working. Why does everyone find that so odd?
Booth: Why? Oh, I don't know. Why? Because maybe an ora fa someone tried to kill you.
Booth: I don't think it's a good idea for te to continue to work these cases.
Bones: This is what I do, Booth.
Booth: Look Bones, I know it's hard for te to admit you're wrong about something, but I really don't care about your feelings right now, I'm più concerned with your life. So they're bringing your data in for interrogation, grab your coat.
Bones: I'm working.
Booth: Bones! I'm not letting te out of my sight until I find out who is trying to kill you.
David: Okay, I'm sorry. Did I miss something, 'cause I don't want to get in the way o between...?
Bones: What? Uh, no.
Booth: No.
Bones: No.
Booth: God.
Bones: Booth still doesn't approve, but I told him to mind his own business.
Angela: Hey, Booth is a big, strong, hot guy who wants to save your life. I mean, te actually have a knight in shining, FBI-standard issued body armor, so cut him some slack.
Booth: Let's go.
Bones: What?
Booth: Kenton is putting together everything he's got on Cugeni's disappearance.
Bones: I'm probably più valuable here.
Booth: No, you're definitely più valuable alive. Alright? I'm not leaving te alone. Come on.
Zack: If it's so dangerous here, why are te leaving us?
Booth: Big strong guy like you, huh? (punches him in the arm) You'll be able to take care of yourself.
Zack: (grimaces) Ow.
(Hollings is a suspect)
Hollings: I'm afraid without cause o a warrant...
Booth: Oh, te see I do have cause. te see this key here is from a federal building, it says "do not duplicate," and the other one looks like it was used in a burglary just around the corner and oh, since te did allow us into your home...
Hollings: This is very rude, Agent Booth.
Hodgins: The concrete used to sink Cugeni is composed of class F fly ash instead of Portland cement, which is very exciting.
Zack: Not yet.
Bones: Romano doesn't seem very worried.
Booth: Ah, it's hubris.
Bones: Good word.
Booth: Thank you.
(Bones holds up a large key ring)
Booth: Bones, how many keys do te need?
Bones: Car, house, lab, morgue... I need a lot of keys.
Booth: I'll sleep on the couch.
Bones: te think you're staying here with me?
Booth: Yeah. Nice place, da the way, Bones.
Booth: Kenton is on his way over. te have to promise me that te are going to stay with him.
Bones: I will.
Booth: Did they gather all the evidence from the explosion?
Bones: Yes.
Bones: You're sure?
Bones: Yes. Booth, I was there. They were very thorough and I was very annoying.
Booth: I'm fine. te know, I- I don't even know if- if I have to stay here. te know?
Bones: te got blown up.
Booth: I've been worse.
Kenton: te look like crap.
Booth: Yeah, well, a little bit più of this budino and I'll be just fine, te know.
Booth: Stick with her.
Kenton: Yeah, if te want me to.
Bones: Don't te think I should be consulted?
Booth: No, keep her close.
Angela: Let's talk revenge, bloodlust.
Bones: The cathartic release we are looking for can only be achieved when we successfully gather enough evidence to neutralize the person o persons responsible for putting Booth in that hospital.
Zack: Neutralize can mean either kill o arrest.
Bones: Yes, it can mean either.
Angela: There's no ring, single o gay?
Kenton: Gay? Why would te say gay?
Angela: Brokeback, baby, gotta ask.
Hodgins: Hey.
Booth: Why are te here? Is Brennan alright?
Hodgins: People never tell me I'm right. They only say I'm crazy. Amore you, man.
(Booth starts to sit up to get out of hospital bed.)
Hodgins: What the hell are te doing?
Booth: You're driving.
Hodgins: Cool.
Bones: No, I'm coming.
Kenton: Booth detto it was pointless to argue.
Bones: He is a smart man, Booth.
Hodgins: Maybe that nurse was right to be pissed that te were leaving.
Hodgins: Hey, it is not your fault.
Booth: How could it not be my fault? It was my job to protect her, instead I hand her over to him.
Hodgins: Because he is dead?
Booth: Because he's dead.
Hodgins: This conspiracy thing is a lot più intense when you're in the middle of it.
Hodgins: "This uh, building." Oh yeah, that's really specific.
Booth: Well, crackheads aren't that detailed oriented.
Booth: We got to be careful.
Agent: There's no we, Booth.
Booth: Yeah, I'm going in with you.
Agent: te can barely stand.
Booth: I said, I'm going with you. Give me my gun.
(Booth groans from his injuries)
Hodgins: Maybe te shouldn't have had all that pudding...
(Booth saves Bones. She's still bound, and crying)
Booth: Oh, it's okay. I'm right here. It's all over. Okay. Shh. I'm right here, alright. It's all over. Shh, alright.
Bones: How did te get out of the hospital?
Booth: Hodgins gave me a ride. Maybe... maybe te could give me a ride back though, huh?
Booth: te know, I let te down, Bones. I'm sorry.
Bones: te saved my life.
Booth: Yeah but te know, I shouldn't... it shouldn't have gone down like that.
Bones: What a pair.
The Woman in the Tunnel [1.16]
Booth: (to Bones) te know Treasure of the Sierra Madre, but te don't know Charlize Theron? te know who te are? You're my grandmother.
Brennan: You're nervous.
Angela: I'm not nervous. I'm scared. I don't know how to talk to crazy people, unless I'm dating them.
The Man with the Bone [1.18]
Booth: Welcome to the dungeon.
Bones: Why does the FBI always stick their morgues in the most depressing basement they can find?
Booth: Don't be such a snob, Bones, okay? Not everyone gets to play in a multimillion dollar lab, te know... with skylights.
Bones: It's because as a society we feel the need to hide death away. The people who deal with the death are viewed as freaks.
Cullen: Okay, let me see if I get this straight. The pirate Bones te recovered came from the Jeffersonian to start with.
Bones: Correct.
Dr. Goodman: 300-year-old Bones stolen from our own pirate exhibit.
Cullen: And then recovered da own of your own people?
Booth: Dr. Hodgins.
Cullen: Who brought them back to the Jeffersonian, where they were stolen again?
Booth: Re-stolen, sir.
Cullen: te got a security problem, Dr. Goodman.
Dr. Goodman: And when I find out who did this, te may have a murder problem.
Security Guard: I didn't see the harm.
Bones: In stealing human remains?
Security Guard: After 300 years, it's not like he's got a family grieving for him out there.
Goodman: Think of me as a grieving parent.
Booth: Grand theft, buddy. You're looking at eight years.
Goodman: If I don't kill you.
Booth: How much did te get for 'em?
Security Guard: A couple of hundred bucks.
Booth: Yeah. So this, uh, wire transfer into your bank for ten grand - was that inheritance?
Booth: te know, te need a better screening process down at the museum.
Goodman: Ironic, dato we contract that out to the FBI.
(Bones slaps Rose)
Booth: Woah, Bones!
Lawyer: That's assault.
Bones: Would a Special Forces guy have been able to stop that?
Booth: I don't know, te kind of got the jump on him there.
Bones: Well, this one won't be a surprise. te ready?
Rose: What? (Bones slaps him again)
Lawyer: This is common assault! Charges will be laid.
Booth: No way he's Special Ops, yeah it's just a lot of PR crap.
Bones: Alright, no più questions.
Hodgins: Hey, all for one and one for all, right?
Dean: That was the Three Musketeers.
Hodgins: Yeah, they were always pirate-y to me.
Booth: Guy was a Navy SEAL.
Bones: So? te were a guide.
Booth: A Ranger. I was a Ranger, Bones. Okay? I was not a guide. Guides, they mostra te waterfalls, they sell te cookies. I was a Ranger.
Bones: Are Rangers afraid of SEALS?
Booth: What? Come on, Bones. Wh-? Rangers aren't afraid of anybody... SEALS are pretty good, though.
Dean: te good enough to take that shot, before I cut this air hose, Ranger?
Booth: Pretty good.
Bones: What, just pretty good?
Booth: Please, I'm workin'!
Bones: This is a corpse. With skin.
Dr. Harry: Oh, she is good.
The Man in the Morgue [1.19]
Booth: Voodoo.. [laughs] Who's gonna believe that stuff?
Brennan: It's a religion, no crazier than, well, what are you?
Booth: Catholic.
Brennan: They believe in the same saints te do. And prayer. What they call spells, te call miracles. They have priests.
Booth: We don't make zombies.
Brennan: Gesù rose from the dead after three days.
Booth: Gesù is not a zombie! Alright? Man, I shouldn't even have to tell te that.
Bones: Well, he's probably asleep. He's been working nights. Graham? Graham?
Booth: Cracker?
Bones: Voodoo healing is quite effective. No crazier than acupuncture o exorcism.
Booth: Hey, hey, easy on the Catholics, okay? Just... easy.
Caroline: I am doing te a favor taking this case, Booth. But as the lady cop says, I'm a prosecutor. And as it stands now, I could try this case in my PJs and still get a conviction.
Brennan: Well, shouldn't te get to know your clients before te make snap judgments?
Booth: We just stopped da to ask why.
Detective Harding: Why?
Bones: That's what we came here to ask.
Detective Harding: te wanna look behind me and remind yourselves why I'm a little low on sense of humor.
Bones: Wha- That wasn't a joke...
Booth: Oh, no, she's not wisecracking. She just tends to be a bit literal.
Caroline: Fine. Stop me when I get something wrong. Trained in three types of martial arts, two assault charges, registered marksman with the NRA, hunting licenses in four states…
Booth: te hunt?
Brennan: Only for food.
Caroline: Shot an unarmed man.
Dr. Brennan: He was trying to set me on fire.
Booth: All right, just…just arrange bail for us Caroline so we can get out of here.
Caroline: Sure, sure. Don't want to get this one mad at me.
Booth: Bones! Stop. This is the last time and place that te want to be rational, okay? Let's just be wildly emotional and assume that te didn't psychotically murder a coworker who invited te over for dinner.
Hodgins: We both like brussel sprouts.
Zack: te don't like brussel sprouts.
Hodgins: A man can change, Zack.
Brennan: Why are te nice to me?
Booth: Because. Because they think they get away with it.
Brennan: What?
Booth: They burn their victim. They blow him up. They toss him in the ocean. They bury them in the desert. They throw ‘em to wood chippers. Sometimes, te know, years go by, they relax. Then they start living their lives like they didn't do anything wrong. Like they didn't spend somebody else's life in order to get what they got. They think they're sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza from retribution. te make those bastards unsafe. That's why I'm nice to you.
Brennan: I couldn't do that without te Booth.
Booth: Yeah. So, um, te should be a little nicer to me, huh?
Brennan: I really should.
[In a telephone conversation]
Angela: Or, better still, te could forget the whole thing and come home.
Brennan: Don't worry, I made bail.
Zack: Bail?
Angela: Bail? For what?
Brennan: I told you, don't worry. The murder charge won't stick.
Hodgins: Whoa, whoa. Murder charge?
Angela: Brennan, the successivo plane, OK? The successivo plane, o I'm coming down there to get te myself.
Brennan: Everything's fine. I'm healing up satisfactorily. Bye for now.
Brennan: Booth, objects have no intrinsic power. A person's future does not depend on some thing. Things are just things. They do not have magical meaning o powers. [Booth shows her the missing earring he found] Where'd te get that?
Booth: What does it matter? It's just a thing. Right?
Brennan: My mother's earring.
Booth: No, uh…magical power over your future. [Booth walks out]
Angela: Does that prove something?
Brennan: [looking at earring] Yeah. It proves something.
Hodgins: They put the voodoo on you, baby! ...I didn't really mean to call te "baby."
Murderer starts chanting voodoo spells, Brennan steps inoltrare, avanti and pokes him in the eye.]
Brennan: I find very few people are scary once they've been poked in the eye.
The Graft in the Girl [1.20]
Cullen: (to Booth) te heard the lady. You're cool.
Bones: (under her breath) Yeah, right.
Bones: Doctor, te performed Amy Cullen's graft, correct?
Doctor: Yes, but I just do the procedure, Ms. Brennan.
Booth: Doctor Brennan.
Doctor: MD?
Bones: PhD.
Doctor: Well, those who can't do, do research.
Booth: (stepping in) Okay...
Bones: Well, te can spit into four states from where we are right now.
Booth: What?
Bones: Not literally.
Zack: When your number's up, I guess, right? I never understood that saying, "when your number's up." Numbers and equations are quantitative and predictable. Everyone knows when a number's up.
Booth: How do te listen to this all day?
Bones: I find intelligence soothing.
Bones: In this case, I don't think so.
Booth: We don't think so. (they stare at each other)
Booth: (laughs) Ten grand? Geez, my Bones are worth più than that.
Bones: What makes te so special?
Booth: (proudly) Three glasses of latte a day, I work out, and I eat right.
Booth: Alright, if it's not the widow Hastings, I'm doubling down on the mortician. Everybody in? (no one answers, to Hodgins) te in?
Booth: Come on, how much is that one?
Mortician: $7,000.
Booth: Bones, watch the scuff marks.
Bones: But, here's the kickster.
Booth: Kicker, Bones. Here's the kicker.
Bones: (upset) Oh...
The Soldier in the Grave [1.21]
Goodman: It's difficult knowing Kent will never play again. Makes the war so real.
Hodgins: Which is odd because it was all fiction that got us there in the first place.
Goodman: So te don't think we should stand up to tyrants?
Hodgins: Sure. I've been waitin' for the press to do that for three years now.
Bones: It's a necessary psychology of warfare. Heroes and villains. Without clear distinctions like that, we'd never be able to fight.
Bones: te believe somehow he's still here, watching?
Booth: Yeah. te don't. I get that.
Bones: I know te think he's a good man. That's... that's enough for me.
Booth: te could've just stayed back there and played with your bones.
Bones: I know. Just wanted to keep te company, that's all.
Booth: Company?
Bones: Yeah. I'm trying to be più sociable. te know?
Booth: Lousy liar.
Booth: It's just... it's another case.
Bones: You're not such a great liar yourself.
Bones: I'm your partner. Let me be your partner.
Bones: John Wayne syndrome.
Booth: Don't tell me you're gonna trash the Duke?
Bones: Wh- are te kidding? I Amore the Duke.
Booth: (impression) "I wouldn't have guessed that one, little lady."
Bones: Remember Stagecoach? (impression) "Listen, cowboy. Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway."
Booth: What was that? The Duke? That was horrible. That was like, Jerry Lewis.
Bones: Was not.
Bones: Now you're a mind reader.
Booth: Maybe. te want me to guess your weight?
Bones: te do and te could lose a tooth.
Angela: te have to think before te speak.
Bones: Why? I can say anything to te without thinking about it first.
Angela: Yeah, men aren't like us. They're much più fragile and needy. The fact that they think we're the needy ones is a testament to our superiority.
Bones: The M.E. marked seven entry points, but the segnala says there were only six bullets.
Zack: I could've done better with a Crayola.
Hodgins: Were te really mad before?
Angela: Why? Because of your strident, paranoid ramblings?
Hodgins: I'm guessing mad.
Hodgins: Can I at least give te some material to read?
Angela: te could try, but you'd walk funny for a week.
Hodgins: I know we don't see eye to eye on a lot of stuff, because, te know, politically, I think we live in an Orwellian nightmare due to-
Booth: What... what are te trying to say?
Hodgins: Just, I'm sorry, man. I really am.
Hodgins: Look, Angela. Look, I run on sometimes, I know. I guess I think if I yell loud enough, maybe someone will listen.
Angela: Well te have to be careful people don't go deaf. te know, what te did for Booth before... mostrare him te understood, that was good. Everyone hears something like that.
Hank: te never talked to anybody about it? You've got to. How about your girlfriend, that doctor?
Booth: Nah. No, she's... te know. She's just my partner.
Bones: This is hard for Booth. He's idealistic.
Angela: Well, it's nice to know somebody that wants to keep honor and responsibility alive.
Bones: I tell Booth we're on the same side. I'm not the one who's disillusioning him. It's my findings. But when I look at him, I... I don't know what else I can do.
Angela: I do.
Bones: Ange.
Angela: As a friend, Brennan.
Bones: Yeah, that whole "friends with benefits" thing, that's- that's not happening.
Angela: I'm not talking about that. I'm, I'm talking about being there for him. Knowing when a simple touch is enough.
Bones: Maybe I can write him a note. I can be very articulate on paper.
Booth: I don't know what you're fighting for, Fuller, but it sure as hell wasn't my country.
Booth: I've done some things.
Bones: I know.
Booth: No, no, te don't.
Bones: But it's okay.
Booth: te know, we all die a little bit, Bones. With each shot, we all die a little bit.
The Woman in Limbo [1.22]
Bones: (to Dr. Goodman) The last time I read from photocopies, the defense lawyer told the jury I was winging it.
Booth: (walks in) Ready? Chop, chop.
Bones: I can't find my original notes.
Booth: Photocopy in the file.
Bones: No. The last time the defense lawyer told the jury that I-
Booth: It was a play. It failed. Let's go.
Bones: What's up?
Zack: Buttercup. If te sign off on these tissue markers, Angela can finish the facial reconstruction.
Bones: Why did te say "buttercup"?
Zack: "What's up, buttercup" is an amusing, rhyming, linguistic meme. (points to skull) This is the latest Jane Doe from Limbo.
Booth: How 'bout this for an amusing, rhyming linguini. "See ya later, alligator."
Booth: So are te two, uh...?
David: Yeah, sort of. Is that a problem?
Booth: Yeah.
Angela: This totally freaked her out.
Zack: My theory: caffeine intolerance.
(Booth shows up at Bones' door with Chinese)
Bones: It's after midnight...
Booth: Well, I was driving by, I saw the lights. I thought te might like some Wong Foo's.
Bones: te saw my lights from the road?
Booth: That is correct.
(Booth enters)
Booth: I need the room, guys.
Zack: The whole lab? For what?
Hodgins: It's a cop way of saying, "get lost."
Russ: You're a cop.
Booth: te know who recognizes cops?
Russ: Other cops.
Booth: And crooks.
Hodgins: I used the laser scanning confocal microscope.
Angela: Which one is that?
Hodgins: It looks like an caffè espresso machine.
Hodgins: We decided to tell te the truth... and this is the truth.
Booth: Alright, listen, Zack. If this guy moves, shoot him with a tranquilizer... dart... o something.
Zack: I don't actually have a tranquilizer gun...
Russ: Same old Tempe: never met a rule worth breaking.
Bones: Same old Russ: on parole.
Booth: (to Angela) Why do te think that Bones asked her boyfriend, te know, to, uh, read her book and not me? te know, maybe... maybe because there was just too much of me in the story. Oh, she was embarrassed. te think? May... maybe?
(in a crowded Evidence Processing warehouse)
Booth: Guys! Everyone! (whistles) I need the space! Now!
FBI Tech: What? Now?
Booth: Yeah. Now.
FBI Tech: Take five, everybody!
Bones: Twice in two days.
Bones: (to Angela) I miss that. Someone caring where I am all the time.
Booth: Bones! Bones! te up there?
Angela: Hate is easier to deal with than love, especially disappointed love.
Bones: If te keep bringing Chinese Cibo in the middle of the night, we're both gonna get fat.
Booth: There's a story here we don't know yet.
Bones: Like what?
Booth: Bones, "don't know" means it's a mystery.
Zack: Dr. Brennan, is it morning?
Bones: No, I couldn't sleep. Why are te still here?
Zack: We're all here. No one's leaving until we figure out what happened to your mother.
Booth: If they don't cooperate, I'm gonna put his face in the paper.
Bones: Wouldn't te get in trouble for that?
Booth: Well, we'll find out. (leaves)
Angela: te know what? Sometimes, he is just... whew!
Bones: Three. .22 in the small of his back.
Booth: .22. I'm always right.
Bones: No, you're not.
Booth: Yes, I am. (notices Bones is aiming the .22) Bones, will te put the gun down.
Bones: (breaking down) I work at the Jeffersonian Institution. I'm a Forensic Anthropologist. I specialize in identif... in identifying... in identifying people when nobody knows who they are. My father was a science teacher. My mother was a bookkeeper. (she starts crying) My brother... I have a brother. I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan.
Booth: I know who te are. Hey. I know. (he pulls her in) It's okay. Shh. It's gonna be alright.
Booth: Maybe we'll get lucky and match the weapon he used on your mother.
Bones: It's unlikely.
Booth: In that case, we'll still ruin his day.
McVicker: (to Bones) I need to speak to te alone.
Booth: Forget it.
Bones: Booth, it's alright.
Booth: No.
Bones: It's alright.
Booth: (to McVicker) te got two ways to look at this. One is, te score a private chat. The secondo one is, te attack her and I'll drill te through the forehead.
McVicker: How could I possibly attack her?
Booth: I'll decide what is and isn't an attack - like, say, a hiccup.
Bones: Why are te letting me drive?
Booth: It's your reward.
Booth: Can I read your book?
Bones: After it comes out.
Booth: Not before?
Bones: No.
Booth: I let te drive.
Russ: te have a boy?
Booth: Yeah. (he looks at Bones' book. He sees the dedication: "This book is to my partner and friend, Special Agent Seeley Booth.)
Russ: The woman I'm seeing, she's got, uh, two daughters.
Booth: Nice. (he looks at Bones) Girls are nice.
Booth: To us.
Russ: Whoever the hell we are.
Bones: To what we're becoming.
Cullen: più than three cameras mostra up and some homicide detective kicks it up to his captain, who kicks it up to the chief, who kicks it to the FBI.
Booth: Bang! And kick it down to me, which I thank you, sir, for the opportunity.
Cullen: Booth, I want this closed. I don’t want to look at successivo Sunday's Post and read "Church kids find mystery corpse dressed for Halloween. FBI remains clueless."
Booth: I guarantee te won’t read that, sir.
Bones: Don’t use your charm smile on me.
Booth: What? (laughs) It’s a mark of respect. That’s all.
Zack: I never read comic books.
Hodgins: Really? I had te pegged for a graphic novel nut.
Zack: The uh, face and cranial volta, vault are badly fractured. Blows to the parietal have sent radiating fracture lines to the mid frontal and anterior temple buttresses. (to Hodgins) Why?
Hodgins: stella, star Wars, stella, star Trek, Stargate, Battlestar Galactica…
Booth: Sweet.
Brennan: Sweet?
Booth: Ah, he has Batman number 127 featuring The Hammer of the Thor. This is worth about three hundred bucks.
Brennan: Booth, are te a nerd?
Booth: First of all, te 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 te have anything in common with Warren Granger.
Booth: Oh, te mean isolated with an inner secret life? No, okay. I’d say te were più like Warren.
Bones: Zack discovered some significant hairline peri fractures on the right and left ulnae. It’s his arms.
Booth: I know ulna means forearm. I pay attention.
(They enter the attic of a comic book store, where teenagers are standing around, wearing costumes.)
Booth: Guys, this is actually a real live woman, something te don’t see often.
Booth: What’s your name?
Abigail: Blue Minnow.
Booth: Okay guys, when I ask your names, I want the ones that your parents gave you.
Goodman: All writers reveal più of themselves then they intend on their page.
Booth: te know, I’ve gotta tell you, I never bought all that English 101 stuff. Sometimes a river is just a river.
Brennan: (to Goodman) With all due respect, my Scrivere for example is pure fiction.
Goodman: Dr. Brennan, I fear te reveal much più of your world view in your Scrivere then te realize.
Brennan: Such as?
Goodman: Such as, archaeologists make good administrators because they enjoy tedium.
Angela: Such as, artists are doomed to a life of loneliness because they are unable to think beyond instant gratification.
Booth: Such as, te know, FBI guys are hot and Angela here wants to have sex with me.
Angela: Yeah.
Hodgins: What are te reading?
Zack: I’m doing research.
Hodgins: da Leggere a comic book?
Zack: Intensely allegorical modern myths.
Hodgins: You’re Leggere Bugs Bunny, man.
Zack: On the surface, yes, but if te dig deeper the subtext becomes apparent. The conflict is representative of the Darwinian struggle between avians and mammals for dominance.
Hodgins: Based on Bugs giving Daffy anatra a cigar made out of dynamite?
Zack: Yeah. And then here... he explodes, but not really.
(At a bowling alley)
Booth: Do te smell that?
Bones: Yes, I do.
Booth: te know what that is, Bones?
Bones: Wax…popcorn…feet…deodorant.
Booth: That is America, Bones.
Booth: Ah, well my average is over 200, less then two opens per game, one match I had 211 strikes out of 431 shots. Twenty-nine opens, thirty-nine games.
Bones: What does that mean?
Booth: It means I won some bowling awards.
Bones: I won the Marshall A. Sixon award for my paper on Giorgio Romanus and physiological selection.
Booth: My God, it’s like we lead parallel lives.
Bones: te told her that her son didn’t tell her about being sick to make her feel better.
Booth: Mmm-hmm.
Bones: te don’t really believe that.
Booth: Well, people don’t actually do that.
Bones: So te just told her that to make her feel better?
Booth: Right.
Bones: So te just did what te detto people don’t do.
Ellis: Dude, Abby’s cute in a chick geek kind of way but she’s definitely not that kind of baddy te go to the death chamber for.
Bones: te detto before that Warren reminded te of me. te think I’m just like him, that he hid from life da immersing himself in a fantasy world where he fought crime and I do the same thing only I don’t have super powers. I... have science.
Booth: C’mon, Bones, te do fight crime. It’s not a fantasy. As far as any normal person is concerned, te do have super powers.
Bones: You’re just saying that to me.
Booth: No, I don’t do that.
Bones: Yes te do. te lied to Warren Granger’s mother to make her feel better. That seems to be your super power.
Bones: I noticed how te held yourself the last time I was here. I didn’t think anything of it, though viewed through the current context-
Lucy: What is she talking about?
Booth: She wants to know how te hurt yourself.
Bones: I’ll see te in the comic books, buster.
Ted: What?
Booth: Thanks, I’ll get this back to you. (He escorts Bones to the exit.) It’s, “see te in the funny pages."
Bones: Okay, I took a liberty.
Booth: Bones! Talk about multiple hypotheses.
Bones: It’s a leap, yes but it was bound to happen, me spending so much time with you. I mean that as a compliment.
Booth: Yeah well, I mean, if te know you, it’s pretty obvious.
Bones: Well, give me an example.
Booth: Okay, well in your books, your partner is a former Olympic pugile who graduated from Harvard and spoke six different languages. In real life - te got me.
Bones: So what you’re saying is that reality falls far, far short of fictional.
Booth: Yeah, thanks a lot, Bones.
Bones: He wanted to make a difference in the world before he died. (Booth looks at her.) I told te he was più like te than me.
The Woman in the Garden [1.13]
Bones: Why did they call in the FBI to little Salvador?
Booth: Well te know, the car’s got Virginia plates, across state lines, and then there’s a suspected gang member, and then there’s Rico to deal with. Look, Bones, do te really want to know?
Bones: No, I was just using it as an excuse to make conversation and reestablish our connection.
Booth: What?
Bones: Well, I read a book about improving work relationships. It’s not fair to expect te to tell me everything.
Booth: I appreciate the effort, Bones.
Booth: Great, now he's ignoring us in two languages.
Hodgins: Typically grave diggers are necrophiliacs looking for a little action.
Angela: Um, eww.
Hodgins: In Pikeville, Tennessee, a guy dug up the graves of all these people 'cause he wanted to make sure their bodies were still there. They weren’t.
Villeda: What’s your problem, man?
Booth: What’s my problem? My problem is that somebody shot at me, shot at me and my partner plus te know, a bad guy got away. So I’m a little cranky about the whole thing.
Booth: Okay, Hodgins, suit up; you’re coming with us. We’re going to the Barrio.
Hodgins: Field work. Cool. Do I get a gun?
Bones: You… te can’t arm Hodgins and not me.
Booth: What is it with te people and the guns, huh?
Hodgins: Look at this. The government bankrupts itself giving tax breaks to the rich so there’s no money left to help these people with job training, educational resources, health care…
Booth: Just look for a garden with the plant.
Hodgins: Unless they land a job working for minimum wage that hasn’t seen a hike in eight years.
Bones: That’s for those who are here legally. The undocumented do a lot worse.
Booth: What is this, NPR radio, huh? What, are te two running for office?
Bones: Why would a gang leader cooperate?
Booth: I’m going to ask him very, very nicely, Bones.
Bones: te know that book I’m Leggere about getting along with your coworkers, it says that sarcasm is never helpful. I can lend it to te if te want.
Hodgins: Yeah, and here’s the kicker. There was also evidence of genetic material from a franklinia alatamaha on his shoe.
Booth: You’re kidding. I’m in shock, Frankie Alabama, te don’t say.
Bones: Did te hear what I detto about sarcasm?
[Bones and Hodgins smile at each other and give each other a high five.]
Booth: (fake laughs) Okay, te guys should do that even less than normal people.
[Booth’s SUV. Booth is driving, Bones is in the passenger seat, and Hodgins is in back.]
Hodgins: I called shotgun. What does it mean to a society when the niceties are no longer observed?
Bones: I like puzzles. I find them relaxing. I just finished The Anatomy Lesson da Rembrandt.
Booth: You’re kidding, right?
Bones: What do te find relaxing?
Booth: I restore vintage cars.
Hodgins: I know what I find relaxing.
Booth: Everybody finds what te find relaxing, relaxing.
Booth: Let's pretend that I'm the cop for a second.
Zack: This is interesting.
Angela: Interesting o horrible? Cause sometimes it’s the same thing with you.
Bones: Are te mad at me?
Booth: No, but te know, I could have gotten something back there if te hadn’t gotten all mushy on me.
Bones: I was uncomfortable with… te always say I’m not a cop. You’re right, especially in a situation like that.
Booth: Well, it’s okay.
Booth: I’m going to call ICE and have te and your wife deported back to El Salvador.
Jose: I got a son.
Booth: Forget it, we keep the son.
Jose: That’s my son. It’s my only son. te got kids?
Booth: No.
Bones: What? Yes te do. (Booth gives her a look.)
Angela: te beat up a gang leader?
Bones: Booth told te that?
Angela: te did. You… got into a fight with a gang banger.
Hodgins: Am I interrupting a female moment?
(Booth sees Ortez walk down the alley and he jumps out of his car. Booth runs up behind him quietly jerks him around and slams him into a wall.)
Ortez: What, are te crazy? This is my neighborhood.
Booth: te put a hit out on my partner?
Ortez: She's not FBI.(Booth punches him in the face. Then he grabs him da the throat and pulls out his gun. He puts the gun under his chin while he’s holding his neck.)
Booth: I never detto anything about FBI. She’s my partner, see, and if anything happens to her, I will find te and I will kill you. I won’t think twice. Come here, look at my eyes. (he cocks his gun and puts it in Ortez’s mouth) Look at my face, if anything happens to her, I will kill you. This is between te and me. What nobody sees, nobody knows. You’ve got nothing to prove. te understand? te understand?(Ortez tries to say yeah.)
Booth: Yeah, I thought so. Now if te don’t mind, I’ll leave first, 'cause I’ve got somewhere I have to be. (Booth uncocks his gun, turns and takes a few steps. Then he turns around again quickly, cocks his gun, and aims it at Ortez’s head. He stares at him for a few moments then walks away.)
Booth: Am I in trouble?
Angela: You’re late for a funeral, of course you’re in trouble.
Booth: (to Bones) Sorry. I apologize. I… everything okay here?
Bones: Where were you?
Booth: I had something to do.
Bones: più important than a funeral?
Booth: I thought so at the time.
The Man in the Fairway [1.14]
Brennan: Plane crashes don’t belong to the FBI.
Zack: Why not? FAA stands for Federal Aviation Administration. The NTSB stands for National Transportation Safety Board. That sounds Federal to me and FBI stands for Federal Bureau…
Brennan: Zack.
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: What makes this one of our cases?
Ian: I beg your pardon?
Zack: We’re kind of special. We’re elite. We don’t sort though just any set of bodies.
Zack: I apologize if I've offended you. Usually we have an FBI agent that mediates our interpersonal encounters.
Brennan: What are the odds?
Zack: A crashing plane falling directly on a human being? One in...ten million.
Dr. Goodman: The information that I’m about to tell te must not leave this room.
Hodgins: I am philosophically opposed to institutional secrecy in all its forms.
Dr. Goodman: Fine, get out.
Hodgins: (scoffs) Pfft.
Dr. Goodman: Two communist Chinese trade attachés were on that plane when it crashed, both high ranking party men.
Hodgins: Obviously, we shot it down.
Brennan: Not to mention, three bone fragments which were not on the plane.
Dr. Goodman: Is there any chance those bone fragments were on the plane?
Angela: What, te mean as carry-on luggage?
Brennan: (to Booth) Got it, o te want me to explain it again?
Brennan: These fragments come from a person who was hacked.
Booth: Hacked to little bits?
Brennan: No medium sized bits, not sure how it turned into little bits yet.
Brennan: Dismemberment, little bits, it's a murder.
Booth: Well, FBI doesn’t have jurisdiction at a golf course.
Brennan: Well, who does?
Booth: I don’t know. Try the PGA.
Booth: te know, you’ve done a couple of cases without me and te miss me.
Brennan: Zack misses you, not me.
Booth: Zack and I don’t even talk.
Brennan: He seems to think it’s a male bonding ritual.
Booth: Maybe he’s right.
Brennan: No he’s not.
Booth: Could be.
Brennan: te told him that so te wouldn’t have to talk to him.
Booth: Well, it was nicer then shooting him.
Brennan: Goodman has ordered me to investigate the other extra body.
Booth: Well then te better get on that. successivo time, te know, te miss me, pick up the phone, call me, we’ll do lunch o something.
Brennan: I do not miss you!
Booth: Yeah te miss me. C’mon.
Brennan: I do not miss you!
Booth: Say it. (A security guard walks in.)
Guard: Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth, te have a visitor. (he leaves)
Booth: te miss me.
Brennan: No I don’t. (she walks out.)
Booth: te miss me. te miss me.
Kane: He doesn’t know what it’s like to lose a parent, te do.
Booth: (angry) te want to back down a jot there, buddy?
Booth: Okay, how do te know about the Chinese? (Kane ignores him and Booth snaps in his face and puts his hand in front of Bones' face) Do not look at Dr. Brennan, okay?
Kane: Do te mind if I ask te how many bone fragments te found?
Bones: Yes, I do. I don’t discuss ongoing investigations.
Booth: (smug) She doesn’t discuss ongoing investigations.
Bones: Will te help?
Booth: Well, te know, I guess if you’re uh, really asking me, I guess I could, uh, te know, caramella fondente, fudge it with my boss to make it look like it was attached to the Chinese plane crash thing.
Angela: te mean after the Communist thing?
Bones: No, immediately.
Hodgins: I’m in.
Zack: te want us to defy Dr. Goodman.
Hodgins: I’m in.
Bones: Not defy, per say. Do both jobs, but keep one a secret.
Hodgins: I’m in.
Angela: We get it. You’re a rebel.
Bones: Booth is looking over your file now.
Kane: I wasn’t looking for his help.
Bones: We work together.
Booth: Subtle psychological indicators, Bones.
Bones: I looked those up on the internet: body language, sweat, tonal quality, shifty eyes.
Booth: Hey, te know what? I don’t go poking around your Bones stuff, okay. Just leave the human stuff to me.
Zack: The victim was frozen, dismembered, and fed into a wood chipper.
Hodgins: And spread over a golf course.
Angela: Either talk loudly enough so I can hear all the way o whisper so I can’t.
Angela: I have a theory.
Hodgins: Femme fatal assassin.
Zack: Unregistered flight attendant.
Angela: Young, beautiful girl, doesn’t appear on the in flight manifest, group of high-powered politicos.
Hodgins: Oh.
Zack: Wait. What? What?
Brennan: Someone on that flight might have been doing his daughter o girlfriend a favor.
Angela: Ugh, you’re so sweet, honey. te really are.
Zack: Oh, te think she was the in-flight entertainment.
Zack: So we’re going to drop this and get back to what Dr. Goodman told us to do in the first place?
Bones: No, we are going to keep doing what we are doing behind Goodman’s back.
Hodgins: That’s the spirit.
Booth: But if he could see te now...
Kane: I’d like to think he can see me now.
Bones: Your father is dead. A dead person can’t see anything.
Angela: I was being your wingman.
Bones: What’s that?
Booth: What’s più interesting than escorts?
Zack: No way!
Booth: [to Brennan] The correct response would be "yes way."
Brennan: Oh. Yes way.
Brennan: I feel like kicking him.
Booth: That's normal after a pursuit. We try not to do that.
Booth: te testing out my instincts, Bones?
Bones: Poking and prodding. I learned from the best. (pinches his cheek.)
Bones: I’m sorry, Jesse.
Kane: For what? Suspecting that I killed my own father?
Bones: No, I’m not sorry for that.
Booth: lista the pertinence.
Zack: Me? Are te talking directly to me?
Booth: Yeah, te can tell because my eyes are looking at you. My mouth is aimed in your direction.
Zack: But what about our guy thing? If you’re speaking to me then does this mean I’m not on the team?
Bones: I want to ask te another favor.
Booth: Oh jeez, another favor.
Bones: I wonder if te wouldn’t mind taking a look at this. (slides the file over to him.)
Booth: The file on your parents? Yeah, okay.
Bones: Do te want to think about it? It’s a pretty big favor.
Booth: You’d do it for me.
Bones: Yeah, I would.
Booth: I’m proud te asked, Temperance.
Bones: You’re back to ignoring Zack?
Booth: Alright look, I know te don’t approve but, te know, it works for us; it worked for him so…
Bones: Yeah, I get it, and it’s kind of sweet.
Two Bodies in the Lab [1.15]
Zack: The remains mostra evidence of bullet wounds.
Hodgins: Which would explain why he has all those holes in him.
Hodgins: Should we really be involved in mob stuff? I mean, they're really into to the whole killing thing.
Bones: Ah, can't work tonight. Tomorrow morning is fine.
Angela: te have a data tonight.
Bones: It's not a date, it's a meal.
Hodgins: With a man?
Angela: te two know each other?
Bones: Well, I was at the Bureau when Booth took his coffee cup. Apparently they're both the "world's greatest FBI Agent".
Booth: te know, what ever happened to seeing someone across a crowded room, eyes meeting, that old black magic gets te in its spell?
Bones: There's no such thing as magic.
Booth: Oh, there's magic.
Bones: Are te here for a reason?
Bones: Ask them to save the excrement for Hodgins.
Bones: My reservation just got pushed da a few extra minutes.
Booth: Oh, a few extra minutes. Great.
Bones: What?
Booth: Nothing.
Bones: te disapprove?
Booth: I detto great.
Bones: With attitude.
Booth: Don't go overboard with psychology. It's not your thing.
Bones: Look, I am an adult, Booth. I see men. I go out with them on occasion. I sleep with them.
Booth: Hey, te know what? That's cool, but te don't even know who this guy is that you're meeting.
Bones: I have trekked through Tibet avoiding the Chinese army. I think I can handle meeting someone for dinner.
Booth: Fine, te know what? te have fun with Dick431 o whatever his handle is.
Bones: Yeah, I will.
Booth: Good.
Bones: Thanks.
Booth: Fine.
Bones: Good.
Hodgins: I'm doing the fecal flotation right now. (pauses) Wow, don't get to say that a lot.
(After Bones has been in a drive-by shooting)
Angela: Are te sure te don't want a drink?
Zack: te know it wouldn't be difficult to someone to encode a secure data strip, implant it on an ID card with correct digitally encoded authentication data, and sneak in here.
Hodgins: That is possible.
Bones: Are te two going to help o not?
Angela: te know, Booth's pissed that te came here. He had più domande for te at the scene.
Bones: He just doesn't want to come here because he has to park in the structure.
Booth: Bones, what the hell are te doing?
Bones: Working. Why does everyone find that so odd?
Booth: Why? Oh, I don't know. Why? Because maybe an ora fa someone tried to kill you.
Booth: I don't think it's a good idea for te to continue to work these cases.
Bones: This is what I do, Booth.
Booth: Look Bones, I know it's hard for te to admit you're wrong about something, but I really don't care about your feelings right now, I'm più concerned with your life. So they're bringing your data in for interrogation, grab your coat.
Bones: I'm working.
Booth: Bones! I'm not letting te out of my sight until I find out who is trying to kill you.
David: Okay, I'm sorry. Did I miss something, 'cause I don't want to get in the way o between...?
Bones: What? Uh, no.
Booth: No.
Bones: No.
Booth: God.
Bones: Booth still doesn't approve, but I told him to mind his own business.
Angela: Hey, Booth is a big, strong, hot guy who wants to save your life. I mean, te actually have a knight in shining, FBI-standard issued body armor, so cut him some slack.
Booth: Let's go.
Bones: What?
Booth: Kenton is putting together everything he's got on Cugeni's disappearance.
Bones: I'm probably più valuable here.
Booth: No, you're definitely più valuable alive. Alright? I'm not leaving te alone. Come on.
Zack: If it's so dangerous here, why are te leaving us?
Booth: Big strong guy like you, huh? (punches him in the arm) You'll be able to take care of yourself.
Zack: (grimaces) Ow.
(Hollings is a suspect)
Hollings: I'm afraid without cause o a warrant...
Booth: Oh, te see I do have cause. te see this key here is from a federal building, it says "do not duplicate," and the other one looks like it was used in a burglary just around the corner and oh, since te did allow us into your home...
Hollings: This is very rude, Agent Booth.
Hodgins: The concrete used to sink Cugeni is composed of class F fly ash instead of Portland cement, which is very exciting.
Zack: Not yet.
Bones: Romano doesn't seem very worried.
Booth: Ah, it's hubris.
Bones: Good word.
Booth: Thank you.
(Bones holds up a large key ring)
Booth: Bones, how many keys do te need?
Bones: Car, house, lab, morgue... I need a lot of keys.
Booth: I'll sleep on the couch.
Bones: te think you're staying here with me?
Booth: Yeah. Nice place, da the way, Bones.
Booth: Kenton is on his way over. te have to promise me that te are going to stay with him.
Bones: I will.
Booth: Did they gather all the evidence from the explosion?
Bones: Yes.
Bones: You're sure?
Bones: Yes. Booth, I was there. They were very thorough and I was very annoying.
Booth: I'm fine. te know, I- I don't even know if- if I have to stay here. te know?
Bones: te got blown up.
Booth: I've been worse.
Kenton: te look like crap.
Booth: Yeah, well, a little bit più of this budino and I'll be just fine, te know.
Booth: Stick with her.
Kenton: Yeah, if te want me to.
Bones: Don't te think I should be consulted?
Booth: No, keep her close.
Angela: Let's talk revenge, bloodlust.
Bones: The cathartic release we are looking for can only be achieved when we successfully gather enough evidence to neutralize the person o persons responsible for putting Booth in that hospital.
Zack: Neutralize can mean either kill o arrest.
Bones: Yes, it can mean either.
Angela: There's no ring, single o gay?
Kenton: Gay? Why would te say gay?
Angela: Brokeback, baby, gotta ask.
Hodgins: Hey.
Booth: Why are te here? Is Brennan alright?
Hodgins: People never tell me I'm right. They only say I'm crazy. Amore you, man.
(Booth starts to sit up to get out of hospital bed.)
Hodgins: What the hell are te doing?
Booth: You're driving.
Hodgins: Cool.
Bones: No, I'm coming.
Kenton: Booth detto it was pointless to argue.
Bones: He is a smart man, Booth.
Hodgins: Maybe that nurse was right to be pissed that te were leaving.
Hodgins: Hey, it is not your fault.
Booth: How could it not be my fault? It was my job to protect her, instead I hand her over to him.
Hodgins: Because he is dead?
Booth: Because he's dead.
Hodgins: This conspiracy thing is a lot più intense when you're in the middle of it.
Hodgins: "This uh, building." Oh yeah, that's really specific.
Booth: Well, crackheads aren't that detailed oriented.
Booth: We got to be careful.
Agent: There's no we, Booth.
Booth: Yeah, I'm going in with you.
Agent: te can barely stand.
Booth: I said, I'm going with you. Give me my gun.
(Booth groans from his injuries)
Hodgins: Maybe te shouldn't have had all that pudding...
(Booth saves Bones. She's still bound, and crying)
Booth: Oh, it's okay. I'm right here. It's all over. Okay. Shh. I'm right here, alright. It's all over. Shh, alright.
Bones: How did te get out of the hospital?
Booth: Hodgins gave me a ride. Maybe... maybe te could give me a ride back though, huh?
Booth: te know, I let te down, Bones. I'm sorry.
Bones: te saved my life.
Booth: Yeah but te know, I shouldn't... it shouldn't have gone down like that.
Bones: What a pair.
The Woman in the Tunnel [1.16]
Booth: (to Bones) te know Treasure of the Sierra Madre, but te don't know Charlize Theron? te know who te are? You're my grandmother.
Brennan: You're nervous.
Angela: I'm not nervous. I'm scared. I don't know how to talk to crazy people, unless I'm dating them.
The Man with the Bone [1.18]
Booth: Welcome to the dungeon.
Bones: Why does the FBI always stick their morgues in the most depressing basement they can find?
Booth: Don't be such a snob, Bones, okay? Not everyone gets to play in a multimillion dollar lab, te know... with skylights.
Bones: It's because as a society we feel the need to hide death away. The people who deal with the death are viewed as freaks.
Cullen: Okay, let me see if I get this straight. The pirate Bones te recovered came from the Jeffersonian to start with.
Bones: Correct.
Dr. Goodman: 300-year-old Bones stolen from our own pirate exhibit.
Cullen: And then recovered da own of your own people?
Booth: Dr. Hodgins.
Cullen: Who brought them back to the Jeffersonian, where they were stolen again?
Booth: Re-stolen, sir.
Cullen: te got a security problem, Dr. Goodman.
Dr. Goodman: And when I find out who did this, te may have a murder problem.
Security Guard: I didn't see the harm.
Bones: In stealing human remains?
Security Guard: After 300 years, it's not like he's got a family grieving for him out there.
Goodman: Think of me as a grieving parent.
Booth: Grand theft, buddy. You're looking at eight years.
Goodman: If I don't kill you.
Booth: How much did te get for 'em?
Security Guard: A couple of hundred bucks.
Booth: Yeah. So this, uh, wire transfer into your bank for ten grand - was that inheritance?
Booth: te know, te need a better screening process down at the museum.
Goodman: Ironic, dato we contract that out to the FBI.
(Bones slaps Rose)
Booth: Woah, Bones!
Lawyer: That's assault.
Bones: Would a Special Forces guy have been able to stop that?
Booth: I don't know, te kind of got the jump on him there.
Bones: Well, this one won't be a surprise. te ready?
Rose: What? (Bones slaps him again)
Lawyer: This is common assault! Charges will be laid.
Booth: No way he's Special Ops, yeah it's just a lot of PR crap.
Bones: Alright, no più questions.
Hodgins: Hey, all for one and one for all, right?
Dean: That was the Three Musketeers.
Hodgins: Yeah, they were always pirate-y to me.
Booth: Guy was a Navy SEAL.
Bones: So? te were a guide.
Booth: A Ranger. I was a Ranger, Bones. Okay? I was not a guide. Guides, they mostra te waterfalls, they sell te cookies. I was a Ranger.
Bones: Are Rangers afraid of SEALS?
Booth: What? Come on, Bones. Wh-? Rangers aren't afraid of anybody... SEALS are pretty good, though.
Dean: te good enough to take that shot, before I cut this air hose, Ranger?
Booth: Pretty good.
Bones: What, just pretty good?
Booth: Please, I'm workin'!
Bones: This is a corpse. With skin.
Dr. Harry: Oh, she is good.
The Man in the Morgue [1.19]
Booth: Voodoo.. [laughs] Who's gonna believe that stuff?
Brennan: It's a religion, no crazier than, well, what are you?
Booth: Catholic.
Brennan: They believe in the same saints te do. And prayer. What they call spells, te call miracles. They have priests.
Booth: We don't make zombies.
Brennan: Gesù rose from the dead after three days.
Booth: Gesù is not a zombie! Alright? Man, I shouldn't even have to tell te that.
Bones: Well, he's probably asleep. He's been working nights. Graham? Graham?
Booth: Cracker?
Bones: Voodoo healing is quite effective. No crazier than acupuncture o exorcism.
Booth: Hey, hey, easy on the Catholics, okay? Just... easy.
Caroline: I am doing te a favor taking this case, Booth. But as the lady cop says, I'm a prosecutor. And as it stands now, I could try this case in my PJs and still get a conviction.
Brennan: Well, shouldn't te get to know your clients before te make snap judgments?
Booth: We just stopped da to ask why.
Detective Harding: Why?
Bones: That's what we came here to ask.
Detective Harding: te wanna look behind me and remind yourselves why I'm a little low on sense of humor.
Bones: Wha- That wasn't a joke...
Booth: Oh, no, she's not wisecracking. She just tends to be a bit literal.
Caroline: Fine. Stop me when I get something wrong. Trained in three types of martial arts, two assault charges, registered marksman with the NRA, hunting licenses in four states…
Booth: te hunt?
Brennan: Only for food.
Caroline: Shot an unarmed man.
Dr. Brennan: He was trying to set me on fire.
Booth: All right, just…just arrange bail for us Caroline so we can get out of here.
Caroline: Sure, sure. Don't want to get this one mad at me.
Booth: Bones! Stop. This is the last time and place that te want to be rational, okay? Let's just be wildly emotional and assume that te didn't psychotically murder a coworker who invited te over for dinner.
Hodgins: We both like brussel sprouts.
Zack: te don't like brussel sprouts.
Hodgins: A man can change, Zack.
Brennan: Why are te nice to me?
Booth: Because. Because they think they get away with it.
Brennan: What?
Booth: They burn their victim. They blow him up. They toss him in the ocean. They bury them in the desert. They throw ‘em to wood chippers. Sometimes, te know, years go by, they relax. Then they start living their lives like they didn't do anything wrong. Like they didn't spend somebody else's life in order to get what they got. They think they're sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza from retribution. te make those bastards unsafe. That's why I'm nice to you.
Brennan: I couldn't do that without te Booth.
Booth: Yeah. So, um, te should be a little nicer to me, huh?
Brennan: I really should.
[In a telephone conversation]
Angela: Or, better still, te could forget the whole thing and come home.
Brennan: Don't worry, I made bail.
Zack: Bail?
Angela: Bail? For what?
Brennan: I told you, don't worry. The murder charge won't stick.
Hodgins: Whoa, whoa. Murder charge?
Angela: Brennan, the successivo plane, OK? The successivo plane, o I'm coming down there to get te myself.
Brennan: Everything's fine. I'm healing up satisfactorily. Bye for now.
Brennan: Booth, objects have no intrinsic power. A person's future does not depend on some thing. Things are just things. They do not have magical meaning o powers. [Booth shows her the missing earring he found] Where'd te get that?
Booth: What does it matter? It's just a thing. Right?
Brennan: My mother's earring.
Booth: No, uh…magical power over your future. [Booth walks out]
Angela: Does that prove something?
Brennan: [looking at earring] Yeah. It proves something.
Hodgins: They put the voodoo on you, baby! ...I didn't really mean to call te "baby."
Murderer starts chanting voodoo spells, Brennan steps inoltrare, avanti and pokes him in the eye.]
Brennan: I find very few people are scary once they've been poked in the eye.
The Graft in the Girl [1.20]
Cullen: (to Booth) te heard the lady. You're cool.
Bones: (under her breath) Yeah, right.
Bones: Doctor, te performed Amy Cullen's graft, correct?
Doctor: Yes, but I just do the procedure, Ms. Brennan.
Booth: Doctor Brennan.
Doctor: MD?
Bones: PhD.
Doctor: Well, those who can't do, do research.
Booth: (stepping in) Okay...
Bones: Well, te can spit into four states from where we are right now.
Booth: What?
Bones: Not literally.
Zack: When your number's up, I guess, right? I never understood that saying, "when your number's up." Numbers and equations are quantitative and predictable. Everyone knows when a number's up.
Booth: How do te listen to this all day?
Bones: I find intelligence soothing.
Bones: In this case, I don't think so.
Booth: We don't think so. (they stare at each other)
Booth: (laughs) Ten grand? Geez, my Bones are worth più than that.
Bones: What makes te so special?
Booth: (proudly) Three glasses of latte a day, I work out, and I eat right.
Booth: Alright, if it's not the widow Hastings, I'm doubling down on the mortician. Everybody in? (no one answers, to Hodgins) te in?
Booth: Come on, how much is that one?
Mortician: $7,000.
Booth: Bones, watch the scuff marks.
Bones: But, here's the kickster.
Booth: Kicker, Bones. Here's the kicker.
Bones: (upset) Oh...
The Soldier in the Grave [1.21]
Goodman: It's difficult knowing Kent will never play again. Makes the war so real.
Hodgins: Which is odd because it was all fiction that got us there in the first place.
Goodman: So te don't think we should stand up to tyrants?
Hodgins: Sure. I've been waitin' for the press to do that for three years now.
Bones: It's a necessary psychology of warfare. Heroes and villains. Without clear distinctions like that, we'd never be able to fight.
Bones: te believe somehow he's still here, watching?
Booth: Yeah. te don't. I get that.
Bones: I know te think he's a good man. That's... that's enough for me.
Booth: te could've just stayed back there and played with your bones.
Bones: I know. Just wanted to keep te company, that's all.
Booth: Company?
Bones: Yeah. I'm trying to be più sociable. te know?
Booth: Lousy liar.
Booth: It's just... it's another case.
Bones: You're not such a great liar yourself.
Bones: I'm your partner. Let me be your partner.
Bones: John Wayne syndrome.
Booth: Don't tell me you're gonna trash the Duke?
Bones: Wh- are te kidding? I Amore the Duke.
Booth: (impression) "I wouldn't have guessed that one, little lady."
Bones: Remember Stagecoach? (impression) "Listen, cowboy. Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway."
Booth: What was that? The Duke? That was horrible. That was like, Jerry Lewis.
Bones: Was not.
Bones: Now you're a mind reader.
Booth: Maybe. te want me to guess your weight?
Bones: te do and te could lose a tooth.
Angela: te have to think before te speak.
Bones: Why? I can say anything to te without thinking about it first.
Angela: Yeah, men aren't like us. They're much più fragile and needy. The fact that they think we're the needy ones is a testament to our superiority.
Bones: The M.E. marked seven entry points, but the segnala says there were only six bullets.
Zack: I could've done better with a Crayola.
Hodgins: Were te really mad before?
Angela: Why? Because of your strident, paranoid ramblings?
Hodgins: I'm guessing mad.
Hodgins: Can I at least give te some material to read?
Angela: te could try, but you'd walk funny for a week.
Hodgins: I know we don't see eye to eye on a lot of stuff, because, te know, politically, I think we live in an Orwellian nightmare due to-
Booth: What... what are te trying to say?
Hodgins: Just, I'm sorry, man. I really am.
Hodgins: Look, Angela. Look, I run on sometimes, I know. I guess I think if I yell loud enough, maybe someone will listen.
Angela: Well te have to be careful people don't go deaf. te know, what te did for Booth before... mostrare him te understood, that was good. Everyone hears something like that.
Hank: te never talked to anybody about it? You've got to. How about your girlfriend, that doctor?
Booth: Nah. No, she's... te know. She's just my partner.
Bones: This is hard for Booth. He's idealistic.
Angela: Well, it's nice to know somebody that wants to keep honor and responsibility alive.
Bones: I tell Booth we're on the same side. I'm not the one who's disillusioning him. It's my findings. But when I look at him, I... I don't know what else I can do.
Angela: I do.
Bones: Ange.
Angela: As a friend, Brennan.
Bones: Yeah, that whole "friends with benefits" thing, that's- that's not happening.
Angela: I'm not talking about that. I'm, I'm talking about being there for him. Knowing when a simple touch is enough.
Bones: Maybe I can write him a note. I can be very articulate on paper.
Booth: I don't know what you're fighting for, Fuller, but it sure as hell wasn't my country.
Booth: I've done some things.
Bones: I know.
Booth: No, no, te don't.
Bones: But it's okay.
Booth: te know, we all die a little bit, Bones. With each shot, we all die a little bit.
The Woman in Limbo [1.22]
Bones: (to Dr. Goodman) The last time I read from photocopies, the defense lawyer told the jury I was winging it.
Booth: (walks in) Ready? Chop, chop.
Bones: I can't find my original notes.
Booth: Photocopy in the file.
Bones: No. The last time the defense lawyer told the jury that I-
Booth: It was a play. It failed. Let's go.
Bones: What's up?
Zack: Buttercup. If te sign off on these tissue markers, Angela can finish the facial reconstruction.
Bones: Why did te say "buttercup"?
Zack: "What's up, buttercup" is an amusing, rhyming, linguistic meme. (points to skull) This is the latest Jane Doe from Limbo.
Booth: How 'bout this for an amusing, rhyming linguini. "See ya later, alligator."
Booth: So are te two, uh...?
David: Yeah, sort of. Is that a problem?
Booth: Yeah.
Angela: This totally freaked her out.
Zack: My theory: caffeine intolerance.
(Booth shows up at Bones' door with Chinese)
Bones: It's after midnight...
Booth: Well, I was driving by, I saw the lights. I thought te might like some Wong Foo's.
Bones: te saw my lights from the road?
Booth: That is correct.
(Booth enters)
Booth: I need the room, guys.
Zack: The whole lab? For what?
Hodgins: It's a cop way of saying, "get lost."
Russ: You're a cop.
Booth: te know who recognizes cops?
Russ: Other cops.
Booth: And crooks.
Hodgins: I used the laser scanning confocal microscope.
Angela: Which one is that?
Hodgins: It looks like an caffè espresso machine.
Hodgins: We decided to tell te the truth... and this is the truth.
Booth: Alright, listen, Zack. If this guy moves, shoot him with a tranquilizer... dart... o something.
Zack: I don't actually have a tranquilizer gun...
Russ: Same old Tempe: never met a rule worth breaking.
Bones: Same old Russ: on parole.
Booth: (to Angela) Why do te think that Bones asked her boyfriend, te know, to, uh, read her book and not me? te know, maybe... maybe because there was just too much of me in the story. Oh, she was embarrassed. te think? May... maybe?
(in a crowded Evidence Processing warehouse)
Booth: Guys! Everyone! (whistles) I need the space! Now!
FBI Tech: What? Now?
Booth: Yeah. Now.
FBI Tech: Take five, everybody!
Bones: Twice in two days.
Bones: (to Angela) I miss that. Someone caring where I am all the time.
Booth: Bones! Bones! te up there?
Angela: Hate is easier to deal with than love, especially disappointed love.
Bones: If te keep bringing Chinese Cibo in the middle of the night, we're both gonna get fat.
Booth: There's a story here we don't know yet.
Bones: Like what?
Booth: Bones, "don't know" means it's a mystery.
Zack: Dr. Brennan, is it morning?
Bones: No, I couldn't sleep. Why are te still here?
Zack: We're all here. No one's leaving until we figure out what happened to your mother.
Booth: If they don't cooperate, I'm gonna put his face in the paper.
Bones: Wouldn't te get in trouble for that?
Booth: Well, we'll find out. (leaves)
Angela: te know what? Sometimes, he is just... whew!
Bones: Three. .22 in the small of his back.
Booth: .22. I'm always right.
Bones: No, you're not.
Booth: Yes, I am. (notices Bones is aiming the .22) Bones, will te put the gun down.
Bones: (breaking down) I work at the Jeffersonian Institution. I'm a Forensic Anthropologist. I specialize in identif... in identifying... in identifying people when nobody knows who they are. My father was a science teacher. My mother was a bookkeeper. (she starts crying) My brother... I have a brother. I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan.
Booth: I know who te are. Hey. I know. (he pulls her in) It's okay. Shh. It's gonna be alright.
Booth: Maybe we'll get lucky and match the weapon he used on your mother.
Bones: It's unlikely.
Booth: In that case, we'll still ruin his day.
McVicker: (to Bones) I need to speak to te alone.
Booth: Forget it.
Bones: Booth, it's alright.
Booth: No.
Bones: It's alright.
Booth: (to McVicker) te got two ways to look at this. One is, te score a private chat. The secondo one is, te attack her and I'll drill te through the forehead.
McVicker: How could I possibly attack her?
Booth: I'll decide what is and isn't an attack - like, say, a hiccup.
Bones: Why are te letting me drive?
Booth: It's your reward.
Booth: Can I read your book?
Bones: After it comes out.
Booth: Not before?
Bones: No.
Booth: I let te drive.
Russ: te have a boy?
Booth: Yeah. (he looks at Bones' book. He sees the dedication: "This book is to my partner and friend, Special Agent Seeley Booth.)
Russ: The woman I'm seeing, she's got, uh, two daughters.
Booth: Nice. (he looks at Bones) Girls are nice.
Booth: To us.
Russ: Whoever the hell we are.
Bones: To what we're becoming.