1.01: The Pilot

Brennan: If you drive one more block, I'm screaming kidnap out the window.

Booth: (stops walking) What's it going to take?
Brennan: (stops walking and turns) Full participation in the case.
Booth: Fine.
Brennan: Not just lab work, everything.
Booth: What do you want me to do? Spit in my hand? We're Scully and Mulder.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Booth: It's an olive branch. Just get back in the car.

Booth: He's got no sense of discretion. That kid. Typical squint.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Booth: Well when the cops get stuck we bring in people like you. You know squints. You know to squint at things.
Brennan: Oh you mean people with very high IQs and basic reasoning skills.

Brennan: Don't call me Bones.
Booth: I know we talked about you coming out in the field
Brennan: Oh, you rat bastard.

Brennan: Blackmail you.
Booth: Blackmail a Federal Agent?
Brennan: Yes.
Booth: I don't like it.
Brennan: I'm fairly certain you're not supposed to.

Brennan: No. I'm not a heart person you're a heart person. I'm a brain person. You vouched for me.

Brennan: You wanna check him out? We can. I don't know what do you call it? Roost him?
Booth: Roust.
Brennan: Roust. Well the murderer snatched the Bronze Star from Cleo's neck so
Booth: I've got twelve hours before this case is over and I'm off it so let's go roust. C'mon.

Booth: You expect me to declare war on a United States Senator based on your little holographic crystal ball?
Brennan: It's not magic. It's a logical recreation of events based on evidence.
Booth: No more valid then my gut.

Booth: Yeah, in the future maybe I should do the shooting.
Brennan: Why? I'm a good shot.

Brennan: (laughs) Please you don't think there is some kind of cosmic balance sheet?
(Booth looks down and she stops smiling)
Brennan: I'd like to help you with that.

1.02: The Man in the S.U.V.

Angela: Brennan I know this great club they play trip hop and trance.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Angela: It doesn't matter. We'll grab Booth.
Brennan: No.
Angela: I think he likes you. God if I were you I'd buy a ticket on that ride.

Booth: Tessa's an attorney.
Tessa: mmm, corporate, keeping the fat cats fat.
Brennan: I was just studying a cranial fissure on a corporate attorney last week. Of course he was dead so�
Tessa: Interesting.
Brennan: Thanks.

Brennan: Look, I'm happy for you. Relationships have anthropological meaning. No society can survive if sexual bonds aren't formed bet
Booth: What the hell are you talking about?

Booth: It's not Bureau policy to target or profile any ethnic group. It wasn't our intention. I can understand why you may feel offended.
Brennan: I can't.
Booth: Bones!

Brennan: So you think you know women just because you live with some sexy lawyer? Unbelievable. Brennan: Who do you ask?
Booth: For what?
Brennan: For the strength and the wisdom?
Booth: God.
Brennan: And that works?
Booth: Can we talk about something else?
Brennan: Sure. Tessa?
Booth: Tessa!? No. Why do you want to talk about Tessa?
Brennan: What? Why? Why not? I'm sorry. We won't talk about Tessa.
Booth: I prefer if we would just stay on point and talk about things that you like to talk about like dead people. Dead bodies?
Brennan: Sure, sure. You've killed a lot of people, right? When you were a sniper?
Booth: Maybe we shouldn't talk at all.

Booth: You know I need subtitles walking in here.

Brennan: What if you and Tessa were going to break up and you didn't want to?
Booth: Interesting Bones.
Brennan: Well I'm positing a scenario. Tessa wants to break up and you don't want to so she poisons you.
Booth: No, no, no.
Brennan: And then just to make sure she blows you up with a bomb.
Booth: Why would Tessa do that?
Brennan: Exactly. Thank you.
Booth: Alright, Listen Bones, we're heading into a very unknown situation. I think it's best if you just stay in the car. (she gives him a dirty look) Okay, then. You know, if you have to come in with me you just stay behind me. (still giving him a bad look) Fine, just be careful, Alright.

1.03: A Boy in the Tree

Booth: We've got a dead body in a prep school out in the sticks.
Brennan: Good morning to you too.
(Zach leans forward towards Booth to talk to him.)
Zach: Successful with woman, right? I mean they like you?
Booth: Okay, look it's a very prestigious prep school with a lot of rich kids.
Brennan: I thought that it was good to start with a Good Morning.

Booth: Dr. Temperance Brennan and her assistant Jack, uh, something. Booth: You want to increase the perimeter here? Gentleman, give my forensic anthropologist some room.
Brennan: Your forensic anthropologist?

Booth: Ah, You can fill me in later.
Brennan: No, but the interesting thing is that it's
Booth: That is correct.
Brennan: What?
Booth: That is interesting.
Brennan: Are you drunk or something?

Sid: Hey, I'll say this she's tall.
Booth: Dr. Temperance Brennan, meet Sid, the owner.
Sid: Hey, the bone lady

Booth: We need to see all the sex tapes that you've confiscated.
Headmaster: Absolutely not.
Booth: Well I will just get a warrant and in the application for a warrant I'll include your admission that you allow your students to swap homemade sex tapes.
Sanders: The headmaster is not refusing to provide you with the tapes.
Brennan: Absolutely not sounds like a refusal

Booth: Or you take my advice. If you don't answer my questions, I'll take you down to FBI headquarters in hand cuffs.
Brennan: He'll do it. He doesn't like you.
(Booth shakes his head no.)
Brennan: You're the least objective person I have ever met.
Booth: Thank you.
Brennan: It's not a compliment.

Booth: Very impressive Temperance. You got that one right.

1.04: The Man in the Bear

Brennan: Residual cross section striae.
Booth: Hmm. Just because you say it in that definitive tone doesn't mean it means anything to me.

Brennan: Are you suggesting that I take this opportunity to have sex with Booth on a field trip?

Booth: You know you're a smart ass. You know that?
Brennan: Objectively I'd say I'm very smart although it has nothing to do with my ass.

Booth: You know I tell you what. You can take me out to dinner. Hmm? Put me on your tab.
Brennan: That doesn't seem ethical.
Booth: You still want that gun now don't ya, Hmm?
Brennan: We'll start with breakfast.

Brennan: Very nice. I have a beautiful view of the mountains from the terrace.
Booth: You have a terrace?
Brennan: Yeah.
Booth: I'm sharing a bathroom.

Brennan: I've never been offered human flesh before.
Booth: But what if you had?
Brennan: It's an interesting question. I would have to measure my own social inculcation against scientific inquiry.
Booth: Okay that's sick.

Angela: So did you catch the guy?
Brennan: No, Booth lost him in the woods.
Booth: Whoa, wait a second. I didn't loose him.
Brennan: Well you didn't catch him.

Booth: Professional pride, tell her, please tell her that.
Brennan: Booth wants you to know that he lost the guy because his flashlight died.

Brennan: Everybody is pumping me.
Booth: I'm sorry?
Brennan: For information on the case.
Booth: Bones they are only pretending to be interested in the case.
Brennan: Why?
Booth: They're hitting on you.
Brennan: Are you sure?
Booth: Yes, I'm sure. You're the hottest thing this town has seen in a long time.

Sheriff: We see this kind of thing all the time. Kids come up here, get baked, do their own version of the Blair Witch Project.
Brennan: I don't know what that means?
Booth: It's a horror movie, Bones. Didn't make any sense.
Sheriff: It was scary though with the bloody hand prints.

Brennan: Moments like this are why I need a gun.
(Booth sighs and takes a gun out of his pant leg.)
Booth: That is for self defense so you don't just go blasting away in there.
Brennan: What if I have to shoot? What part of his body should I hit?
Booth: The part that isn't me.

Brennan: Yes, but is it nuts because he got a brain disease from eating human flesh or was he already nuts the first time he ate flesh or did he just lick his fingers after surgery?
Booth: I should just become a vegetarian.
Brennan: Or as an alternative just don't eat people. You know I'm going come back up here this winter. Charlie says the skiing is great.
Booth: Oh, it's Charlie?
Brennan: Yeah the overnight guy.
Booth: (laughs) Yeah I know who he is.
Brennan: I bet he's a great skier. His hips and thighs are perfectly developed for strength and maneuverability.
Booth: (drops his fork) That's it I'm done.

1.05: A Boy in a Bush

Booth: I have a question regarding the role of the FBI in your book. Who do you based brilliant and insightful Special Agent Andy Lister on? Booth: Work on cases. You know, with me outside the lab. If you want to do that, I need to know that you will respect the law.
Brennan: Tell you what. If I can't respect the law, I can at least respect you.

Brennan: Do you remember me, Sean?
Sean: Museum Lady, the one who's so smart.
Brennan: Yeah, I'm pretty smart.
JP: And very modest.
Booth: Oh believe me she is being modest.

Brennan: I have a friend at the FBI if I ask him to, he will make sure that you and David get to live with Margaret again.
Child Advocate: Dr. Brennan, you can't make promises like that.
Brennan: Yes, I can. He will do it. My friend will make it happen.

Booth: I'm going to need your help to keep the promises she made to that boy.
JP: Hey, I,I,I can't promise
Booth: Mrs. Johnston, my people and your people are going to have to make this happen.

Brennan: By the way, there is a huge dint in my passenger side door because you told me not to park it at an angle.
Booth: (laughs)
Brennan: Okay that's just mean!
Booth: (laughs harder.)
Brennan: You're mean.
Booth: Sorry.

Booth: You look nice. Better then nice you look uh, very (is speechless)
Brennan: Thanks.

Brennan: Booth, I knew you would back me up. I knew you wouldn't make me a liar.
Booth: Hmm. How'd you know?
Brennan: Because you want to go to Heaven.
Booth: But you don't believe in Heaven.
Brennan: But you do.

1.06: The Man in the Wall

Booth: You're hung over. Doesn't this make your head explode?
Brennan: I grabbed a couple hours of sleep on my couch and showered in the lab's decontamination room.
Booth: Ooh, You really know how to live

Brennan: Angela said rap artists sometimes kill each other over the music: Jam Master Jay, Tupac, Biggie.
Booth: Do you even know who you're talking about?
Brennan: Yeah, I've done my Googling.

Rulz: What's the FBI recruiting from, America's top model now?
Brennan: I'm a forensic anthropologist with the Jeffersonian.
Booth: She works for the FBI.

Booth: Why exactly are we talking about this?
Brennan: Because you're tense.
Booth: Because we're talking.

Brennan: Yet much of the iconic quality of the urban music lies in the perceived or actual rivalry between the principal artists.
Hall: Where did you find her?
Booth: Museum.

Brennan: Toody has traveled the world finding dead bodies.
Booth: Does Toody always drool like that?

Booth: I'll tell you what; I'll make you a better deal. You tell us what we need to know and I'll have those charges laid against you. Hmm, put you in the Remand center.
Rulz: For how long?
Booth: Well that depends on what you tell us.
Brennan: Wait! Wait, you're negotiating to put this guy in jail?
Booth: I'll sweeten the pot and charge you with Mount's death too but you hire ah, one of those moron lawyers and you ah, be thrown in lockup for what, maybe a month?
Rulz: (smiling) Sweet
Brennan: Where am I in backwards world?

Rulz: Mount was gonna jump.
Brennan: You mean commit suicide?
Rulz: Where did you find her?
Booth: Museum.

Booth: You know what? I'm going to spread the pain. Alright, that's my new motto.
(Booth turns and leaves. Bones chases behind him.)
Brennan: Wait, I can help spread pain. Wait.

Booth: Arrest him for what?
Brennan: Uttering threats or smelling bad or anything.

Booth: Yeah, you know, you go with someone, you joke about not going back to your real life, the two of you laugh but when you're alone the world is full of possibilities.
Brennan: (Smiles) See you next week.

1.07: A Man on Death Row

Booth: Reason for wanting a gun?
Brennan: To shoot people.

Booth: Never the less, name of the arresting officer?
Brennan: You.

Brennan: Tell them that I shot a murderer who was going to light me on fire.
Booth: Which is why you weren't convicted but you did shoot an unarmed man. I, I can't ignore that. I swore an oath to protect society from people who shoot people.
Brennan: It was only his leg and he's in jail for the rest of his life. How much is he going to use it anyway?

Booth: Ah, come on. You know what Bones? You're a professor; you're not an FBI agent. Okay? Use your mutant powers, just talk people to death. Booth: Hey Bones, what are you doing this weekend?
Brennan: I have plans.
Booth: Come on, I'm serious.

Amy: So, you seeing each other?
Brennan: Who?
Amy: You and Booth.
Brennan: No. (laughs a little) No, we're ,we're working together.
Amy: Cause I'm picking up a bit of a sex vibe.

Cullen: She can't have a gun.
Booth: No gun, absolutely not. No gun, thank you sir.

Brennan: Well, are you going to help?
Booth: Well I would but this is a 1200 dollar suit.
Brennan: Are you kidding me? I haven't slept in forty eight hours and you're worried about your suit. Get over here.

Brennan: Are you going to arrest me for assault?
Booth: From what I saw purely self defense.
Brennan: Maybe I shouldn't carry a gun after all.
Booth: Hell you can have mine.

1.08: The Girl in the Fridge

Booth: Okay. Call me later.
Bones: I'm not working tonight. I have a dinner.
Booth: What? Wow. I just assumed that the two of you would be eating off an autopsy table.
Bones: Not tonight.
Booth: I was being...Tomorrow's fine. Call me tomorrow.

Booth: Well, the fridge we found Maggie in is a match with the marks on the Costellos' floor.
Bones: They're sadomasochistic fetishists.
Booth: Yeah. Turned the basement into a "fun room".
Bones: Seeking sexual gratification through the manipulation of power. Probably the oldest of fetishes, master-slave. It's all about dominance.
Booth: Well, this sort of thing only comes up when the bloom goes off the rose if you know what I mean.
Bones: I don't know what you mean.
Booth: You know, when the regular stuff, when it gets old you need to spice it up, it's over. When the sex is good, you don't need any help.
Bones: That's for sure.
Booth: I'm sorry?
Bones: I was agreeing.
Booth: Yeah, well, don't, okay? It kind of freaks me out.
Bones: I was just saying that I, myself, feel no inclination toward either pain or dominance when it comes to sex.
Booth: Are you sure?
Bones: Yeah, I'm sure.
Booth: You can be very bossy.

Booth: You trained her well, doc.
Michael: She's brilliant. A little cocky, though.
Booth: Yeah, tell me about it. Pretty good partner, though. What you see is what you get. It's a rare quality. That's just between us, eh?

Michael: Tempe, Tempe. Tempe, I'm sorry. What can I do?
Booth: Bones... Costellos are trying to cop a plea to a charge that won't mean the death penalty. They know they're going down.
Bones: You had no right. There are things that are private.
Booth: Yeah, maybe you're right. But you know what? This was my case, too. All right? So, nothing personal?

Booth: Hey, Bones.
Bones: What is it? I'm not feeling very forgiving.
Booth: Yeah, I know. But we have a case.
Bones: Victim is an adult male, 35 to 40 years old. From the pattern of the burning I'd say an accelerant was used. Could you hand me my bag?
Booth: Yeah. Sure. Hey, listen, you want my coat or something? It's cold up here.
Bones: If I did, I'd ask for it.
Booth: Yeah. Sorry. And, um...I'm sorry.
Bones: You had something to accomplish you found a logical way of getting what you needed. I probably would have done the same thing.

1.09: The Man in the Fallout Shelter

Booth: What are you, like, the Christmas killer?
Bones: It's the truth.
Booth: Well, it sounds like the truth cause it's so rational, right, but, you know, the true truth is that you just...you hate Christmas, so you just spout out all these facts and you ruin it for everyone else.
Bones: I ruin the true truth with facts?
Booth: Yeah, and you ruin it for the squint squad, too, by making them work on a case about a guy who's been sealed up in a fallout shelter for 50 years.
Bones: Okay, how would you like me to spend my Christmas?
Booth: Christmas is the perfect time to reexamine your standing with, you know...
Bones: A helicopter pilot?
Booth: Oh, right, right. You can't measure the man upstairs in a beaker, so he can't possibly exist.
Bones: "The man upstairs?"
Booth: Mmm. You know, you don't know if you're sick, but you're more than willing to take drugs just in case. Seems to me you could give the man upstairs the same benefit of the doubt that you do an invisible fungus.

Bones: Hey. I'm sorry you didn't get Christmas morning with your little boy.
Booth: Thanks.

Bones: Ivy Gillespie came to the lab after you left with her granddaughter.Don't you want to know what happened?
Booth: I know what happened. You told her about Careful Lionel. You showed her the letters, the tickets. She cried, but you made her happy.
Bones: Not to mention I gave her a penny worth over a hundred thousand dollars.
Booth: She won't care about that today. You just gave somebody the best Christmas gift they could ever get. Who's the secret Santa now?
Bones: Stop.
Booth: And that weirdo assistant of yours just made me the coolest dad in the world.

1.10: The Woman at the Airport

Bones: This car doesn't feel very FBI.
Booth: Bones, this is a 1966 Mustang. It's a classic. What goes better than that with the FBI?
Bones: How come on the rental agreement under "Model" did the guy write "sedan"?
Booth: Bah, we're in California! Look, palm trees!
Bones: You know, I'd like to drive sometime.
Booth: Look, our contact out here is Special Agent Trisha Finn.
Bones: I'm an excellent driver.
Booth: OK, Rain Man.
Bones: Don't know what that means.
Booth: I'm always going to drive. You know that, right? Me behind the wheel, you over there, on the grand Mustang.
Bones: I'm not above telling Deputy Director Colin what kind of car you rented.

Booth: One more thing. I had the Bureau search for adolescent girls that were injured in car crashes in the upper northeast, 10-12 years ago. Daughter's right leg was crushed.
Bones: Allison. Her name was Allison Holmes.
Booth: Her father and her brother are still alive. Somewhere in Bangor, Maine. We'll return the remains.
Bones: Thanks, Booth.
Booth: You know, Bones...You do your thing, I do mine.

1.11: The Woman in the Car

Bones: You never told me how I was this morning. I asked you, "How did I do?" and you said, "We'll talk about it in the car," but we didn't.
Booth: This was your first TV interview?
Bones: Yes.
Booth: It was fine, you know...for your first interview.
Bones: Well, that was a qualified response.
Booth: What? No. It was lively, yeah.
Bones: Lively? What kind of word is that?
Booth: It's an adjective, though, ironically, most words that end in "ly" are adverbs. Like "ironically."
Bones: Okay, what did I do wrong?
Booth: Maybe next time, tell a funny story. Oh, and never say you don't like children.
Bones: I didn't say I don't like children. I just said I don't want any.
Booth: On TV, it's the same thing.

Bones: You just told me not to jump to a conclusion.
Booth: No offense intended.
Bones: No, you were right. It's just I usually get to tell you.
Booth: Our relationship has taken a whole new turn.

Bones: We did our job.
Booth: It's not often I get to help save someone before they die.
Bones: Hell, Bones, every time you catch a murderer you save his next victim.
Booth: This is different.
Bones: Yeah. Still glad you don't have any kids?
Booth: Yeah. Why? You were looking at that boy and his dad-- I just thought you'd change your mind.
Bones: No. Still glad you do have a kid?
Booth: Gladder today than yesterday.
Bones: Doesn't make any sense.
Booth: Yeah, it's complicated.

1.12: The Superhero in the Alley

Booth: Oh no, you don't have to solve the whole case just tell me if I'm looking at a murder maybe you know, pull a quick ID?
Bones: (looks up at him and smiles) Don't use your charm smile on me.
Booth: What? (laughs) It's a mark of respect. That's all.

Booth: Do you smell that?
Bones: Yes I do.
Booth: You know what that is Bones?
Bones: Wax,popcorn, feet, deodorant.
Booth: That is America, Bones.

Bones: This is not a sport.
Booth: How do you figure?
Bones: There's no physical benefit so it's really like golf. It's not a sport. It's an activity.
Booth: You know could you please; Bones, maybe just for once try not to piss everyone off around you?

1.13: The Woman in the Garden

Bones: Why did they call in the FBI to little Salvador?
Booth: Well you 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 you 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 you to tell me everything.
Booth: I appreciate the effort, Bones.

Booth: Great, now he's ignoring us in two languages.

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… you can’t arm Hodgins and not me.
Booth: What is it with you 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 you two running for office?

Bones: Why would a gang leader cooperate?
Booth: I’m going to ask him very, very nicely, Bones.
Bones: You know that book I’m reading about getting along with your coworkers, it says that sarcasm is never helpful. I can lend it to you if you 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, you don’t say.
Bones: Did you hear what I said about sarcasm?

[Bones and Hodgins smile at each other and give each other a high five.]
Booth: (fake laughs) Okay, you guys should do that even less than normal people.

Bones: I like puzzles. I find them relaxing. I just finished The Anatomy Lesson by Rembrandt.
Booth: You’re kidding, right?
Bones: What do you find relaxing?
Booth: I restore vintage cars.
Hodgins: I know what I find relaxing.
Booth: Everybody finds what you find relaxing, relaxing.

Booth: Let's pretend that I'm the cop for a second.

Bones: Are you mad at me?
Booth: No, but you know, I could have gotten something back there if you hadn’t gotten all mushy on me.
Bones: I was uncomfortable with… You always say I’m not a cop. You’re right, especially in a situation like that.
Booth: Well, it’s okay.

Booth: You put a hit out on my partner?
Ortez: She's not FBI.(Booth punches him in the face. Then he grabs him by the throat and pulls out his gun. He puts the gun under his chin while he’s holding his neck.)
Booth: I never said anything about FBI. She’s my partner, see, and if anything happens to her, I will find you 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 you and me. What nobody sees, nobody knows. You’ve got nothing to prove. You understand? You understand?(Ortez tries to say yeah.)
Booth: Yeah, I thought so. Now if you 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: More important than a funeral?
Booth: I thought so at the time.

1.14: The Man on the Fairway

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, you mean as carry-on luggage?

Brennan: (to Booth) Got it, or you 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: You know, you’ve done a couple of cases without me and you 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: You told him that so you 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 you better get on that. Next time, you know, you miss me, pick up the phone, call me, we’ll do lunch or something.
Brennan: I do not miss you!
Booth: Yeah you miss me. C’mon.
Brennan: I do not miss you!
Booth: Say it. (A security guard walks in.)
Guard: Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth, you have a visitor. (he leaves)
Booth: You miss me.
Brennan: No I don’t. (she walks out.)
Booth: You miss me. You miss me.

Booth: Okay, how do you 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 you mind if I ask you how many bone fragments you found?
Bones: Yes, I do. I don’t discuss ongoing investigations.
Booth: (smug) She doesn’t discuss ongoing investigations.

Bones: Will you help?
Booth: Well, you know, I guess if you’re uh, really asking me, I guess I could, uh, you know, fudge it with my boss to make it look like it was attached to the Chinese plane crash thing.

Booth: Subtle psychological indicators, Bones.
Bones: I looked those up on the internet: body language, sweat, tonal quality, shifty eyes.
Booth: Hey, you know what? I don’t go poking around your bones stuff, okay. Just leave the human stuff to me.

Brennan: I feel like kicking him.
Booth: That's normal after a pursuit. We try not to do that.

Booth: You testing out my instincts, Bones?
Bones: Poking and prodding. I learned from the best. (pinches his cheek.)

Bones: I want to ask you another favor.
Booth: Oh jeez, another favor.
Bones: I wonder if you wouldn’t mind taking a look at this. (slides the file over to him.)
Booth: The file on your parents? Yeah, okay.
Bones: Do you 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 you asked, Temperance.

Bones: You’re back to ignoring Zack?
Booth: Alright look, I know you don’t approve but, you know, it works for us; it worked for him so…
Bones: Yeah, I get it, and it’s kind of sweet.

1.15: Two Bodies in the Lab

Booth: You know, what ever happened to seeing someone across a crowded room, eyes meeting, that old black magic gets you in its spell?
Bones: There's no such thing as magic.
Booth: Oh, there's magic.
Bones: Are you here for a reason?

Bones: Ask them to save the excrement for Hodgins.

Bones: My reservation just got pushed by a few extra minutes.
Booth: Oh, a few extra minutes. Great.
Bones: What?
Booth: Nothing.
Bones: You disapprove?
Booth: I said 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, you know what? That's cool, but you 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, you know what? You have fun with Dick431 or whatever his handle is.
Bones: Yeah, I will.
Booth: Good.
Bones: Thanks.
Booth: Fine.
Bones: Good.

Booth: Bones, what the hell are you doing?
Bones: Working. Why does everyone find that so odd?
Booth: Why? Oh, I don't know. Why? Because maybe an hour ago someone tried to kill you.

Booth: I don't think it's a good idea for you to continue to work these cases.
Bones: This is what I do, Booth.

Booth: Look Bones, I know it's hard for you to admit you're wrong about something, but I really don't care about your feelings right now, I'm more concerned with your life. So they're bringing your date in for interrogation, grab your coat.
Bones: I'm working.
Booth: Bones! I'm not letting you out of my sight until I find out who is trying to kill you.

Booth: Let's go.
Bones: What?
Booth: Kenton is putting together everything he's got on Cugeni's disappearance.
Bones: I'm probably more valuable here.
Booth: No, you're definitely more valuable alive. Alright? I'm not leaving you alone. Come on.

(Bones holds up a large key ring)
Booth: Bones, how many keys do you need?
Bones: Car, house, lab, morgue... I need a lot of keys.

Booth: I'll sleep on the couch.
Bones: You think you're staying here with me?
Booth: Yeah. Nice place, by the way, Bones.

Booth: Kenton is on his way over. You have to promise me that you 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. You know, I- I don't even know if- if I have to stay here. You know?
Bones: You got blown up.
Booth: I've been worse.

(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 you get out of the hospital?
Booth: Hodgins gave me a ride. Maybe... maybe you could give me a ride back though, huh?

Booth: You know, I let you down, Bones. I'm sorry.
Bones: You saved my life.
Booth: Yeah but you know, I shouldn't... it shouldn't have gone down like that.
Bones: What a pair.

1.16: The Woman in the Tunnel

Booth: (to Bones) You know Treasure of the Sierra Madre, but you don't know Charlize Theron? You know who you are? You're my grandmother.

1.18: The Man with the Bone

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, you 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.

Booth: Guy was a Navy SEAL.
Bones: So? You were a guide.
Booth: A Ranger. I was a Ranger, Bones. Okay? I was not a guide. Guides, they show you waterfalls, they sell you 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: You 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'!

1.19: The Man in the Morgue

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 you do. And prayer. What they call spells, you call miracles. They have priests.
Booth: We don't make zombies.
Brennan: Jesus rose from the dead after three days.
Booth: Jesus is not a zombie! Alright? Man, I shouldn't even have to tell you 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 or exorcism.
Booth: Hey, hey, easy on the Catholics, okay? Just... easy.

Booth: We just stopped by to ask why.
Detective Harding: Why?
Bones: That's what we came here to ask.
Detective Harding: You 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.

Booth: Bones! Stop. This is the last time and place that you want to be rational, okay? Let's just be wildly emotional and assume that you didn't psychotically murder a coworker who invited you over for dinner.

Brennan: Why are you 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, you 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 safe from retribution. You make those bastards unsafe. That's why I'm nice to you.
Brennan: I couldn't do that without you Booth.
Booth: Yeah. So, um, you should be a little nicer to me, huh?
Brennan: I really should.

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 or powers. [Booth shows her the missing earring he found] Where'd you 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.

1.20: The Graft in the Girl

Bones: Doctor, you 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, you 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 you 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 more than that.
Bones: What makes you so special?
Booth: (proudly) Three glasses of milk a day, I work out, and I eat right.

Bones: But, here's the kickster.
Booth: Kicker, Bones. Here's the kicker.
Bones: (upset) Oh...

1.21: The Soldier in the Grave

Bones: You believe somehow he's still here, watching?
Booth: Yeah. You don't. I get that.
Bones: I know you think he's a good man. That's... that's enough for me.

Booth: You could've just stayed back there and played with your bones.
Bones: I know. Just wanted to keep you company, that's all.
Booth: Company?
Bones: Yeah. I'm trying to be more sociable. You 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 you kidding? I love 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. You want me to guess your weight?
Bones: You do and you could lose a tooth.

Booth: I've done some things.
Bones: I know.
Booth: No, no, you don't.
Bones: But it's okay.

Booth: You know, we all die a little bit, Bones. With each shot, we all die a little bit.

1.22: The Woman in Limbo

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 you sign off on these tissue markers, Angela can finish the facial reconstruction.
Bones: Why did you 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 shows up at Bones' door with Chinese)
Bones: It's after midnight...
Booth: Well, I was driving by, I saw the lights. I thought you might like some Wong Foo's.
Bones: You saw my lights from the road?
Booth: That is correct.

Bones: (to Angela) I miss that. Someone caring where I am all the time.
Booth: Bones! Bones! You up there?

Bones: If you keep bringing Chinese food 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.

Booth: If they don't cooperate, I'm gonna put his face in the paper.
Bones: Wouldn't you get in trouble for that?
Booth: Well, we'll find out. (leaves)
Angela: You 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 you 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 you 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.

Bones: Why are you 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 you drive.

Booth: To us.
Russ: Whoever the hell we are.
Bones: To what we're becoming.