Pilot [1.1]
Brennan: Tell me you tried "excuse me" first.
Angela: Ah, Sweetie. Yes, I did. Welcome home. Are you exhausted? Was Guatemala awful? Was it horribly backward?
Brennan: And yet, I was never reduced to flashing my boobs for information.
Angela: You know, diving head first in a pit of cadavers is no way to handle a messy breakup.
Brennan: Angela, nothing Pete and I ever did was messy.
Angela: [laughs] Then you weren't doing the right things.
Brennan: Look, I am sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your friends, but susunod time you should identify yourself before attacking me.
DHS Officer: Most people in this situation, what they do, is sweat.
Brennan: Guatemala. Genocide. How are you scary after that?
Booth: Buto identifies bodies for us.
Brennan: Don't call me Buto and I do madami than identify.
Bones: That’s the best you can do?
Booth: What?
Bones: Getting Homeland Security to snatch me so you can stage a fake rescue.
Booth: Well at least I picked you up at the airport, huh?
Booth: A decomposed corpse was found this morning at Arlington National Cemetery...
Brennan: Arlington National Cemetery is full of decomposed corpses. It's a cemetery.
Brennan: [to Booth] If you drive one madami block, I'm screaming "kidnap" out the window.
Booth: You know, you're not the only forensic anthropologist in town.
Brennan: [laughs] Yes, I am. The susunod unibersidad is in Montreal. Parlez-vous français?
Booth: What's it going to take?
Brennan: Full participation in the case.
Booth: Fine.
Brennan: Not just lab work. Everything.
Booth: What? You want me to spit in my hand? We're Scully and Mulder.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Booth: You know, in my line of work, no clothes usually means a sex crime.
Brennan: In my line of work, it could also mean the victim favored natural fibers.
Zack: Your suit, for example, will outlast your Buto sa pamamagitan ng decades.
Booth: When did she die?
Brennan: Ehh.
Zack: Ehh.
Booth: What does that even mean?
Zack: It means wait until our bug and slime guy takes a look.
Goodman: What's the rule, Mr. Addy?
Zack: You only converse with PhDs. You do realize I'm halfway through two doctorates. Two halves make a whole, so mathematically speaking...
Goodman: Go polish a bone, Mr. Addy.
Goodman: Dr. Brennan, are you playing me?
Brennan: You know I'm no good at that.
Goodman: Hmm. Thus far. But you have a disturbingly steep learning curve.
(All looking at the hologram of a woman)
Brennan: Does anyone recognize her?
Zack: Not me.
Angela: Wait. Is that who I think it is?
Zack: The girl who had the affair with the Senator.
Booth: Her name is Cleo Louise Eller. The only daughter to Ted and Sharon Eller. Last seen approximately nine p.m., April 6th, 2003 leaving the cardio-deluxe gym on Kay Street. She didn’t even make it to her car.
Brennan: Pretty good memory.
Booth: Yeah, well it’s my job to find her.
Hodgins: Well in that case congratulations on your success.
Booth: Temperance, partners share things. Builds trust.
Brennan: Since when are we partners?
Booth: I apologize for the assumption.
Brennan: I hate psychology. It's a soft science.
Angela: I know, but people are mostly soft.
Brennan: Except for their bones.
Brennan: What if Booth is right? What if I'm only good with Buto and lousy with people?
Angela: People like you.
Brennan: I don't care if men like me.
Angela: Okay, interesting jump from 'people' to 'men,' but I'm sure it means nothing.
Brennan: I hate psychology.
Bones: My most meaningful relationships are with dead people.
Hodgins: The Senator, ah, he is smart. He gets an intern pregnant, then murders her when it threatens his career. And he has the connections to get away with it.
Brennan: I hate it when you make paranoia plausible. It's like sliding off a cliff.
Hodgins: In a nutshell, anxious, depressed and nauseous.
Brennan: Take a sick day.
Booth: A case this big, the director is going to create a special investigation unit. And if I line my ducks up in a row, I can, maybe, head it up.
Brennan: I don't know what that means, but I think maybe I can be a duck.
Booth: What are you trying to do?
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.
Booth: Fine. You're in.
Brennan: [looking at the screen] What exactly am I supposed to be squinting at?
Booth: Ahh, you know, it's like pornography. You'll know when you see it.
Brennan: You didn't come for your TV. You timed this for a booty call.
Zack: A good hypothesis withstands testing. That’s what makes it a good hypothesis.
Angela: Can I, as the only normal person in this room, say... eww?
Booth: He's got no sense of discretion, that kid. Typical squint.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Booth: When cops get stuck we bring in people like you, ya know? Squints. You know, squint at things.
Brennan: Oh, you mean people with very high IQs and basic reasoning skills?
Booth: You expect me, a federal agent, 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.
Oliver: Will you sign my book?
Brennan: Stalk me, Oliver, and I will kick your ass.
Oliver: He killed Cleo?
Booth: Yeah, he did.
Oliver: Then I'm okay with him bleeding to death.
Booth: That guy bleeds to death, Buto will go on trial for attempted murder. You don't want that, do you?
Oliver: No.
Booth: Plus, I understand that applying pressure to a wound can be extremely painful.
Angela: Is the FBI going to lay charges against Brennan?
Hodgins: She only shot him in the leg... once.
Booth: She didn't give him a warning. She just shot him... with alcohol on her breath.
Goodman: It was her first shooting, you can't expect her to be perfect right out of the gate.
Zack: How much warning did you give people before you sniped them?
The Man in the S.U.V. [1.2]
Brennan: He thinks just because Masruk's wife started working out and had a little makeover, she's having an affair.
Angela: Hmm, and how long were they married?
Booth: Eleven years.
Angela: I'm with him.
Brennan: There's no concrete proof.
Angela: Boobs perkier?
Booth: Mmm hmm.
Brennan: I don't believe this. If you're so sure, then why didn't you confront her?
Angela: Because if she and her boyfriend were involved, she would warn him.
Booth: Very good.
Angela: I'm a constant surprise.
Brennan: Isn't the FBI working on that?
Hodgins: Yes. It's just for fun.
Brennan: To see who's better?
Hodgins: Maybe. A little. Yeah.
Brennan: Good luck.
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? We won't talk about Tessa.
Booth: Okay, what's so funny?
Brennan: I just never figured you being in a relationship.
Booth: Why? Do you think somethings wrong with me?
Brennan: Not wrong. You just have alpha male attributes usually associated with a solitary existence.
Booth: What me? You're solitary.
Brennan: No no, I'm private.
Agent Gibson: Dr. Brennan, I have jurisdiction.
Brennan: Then why don't I destroy my notes and let you guarantee the identity of the remains.
Angela: Too bad we can't tell why he did it. Isn't that what we all want to know?
Hodgins: Someone seems really defensive about the FBI lately. You realize Booth is just another government stooge?
Angela: [referring to Brennan] Please, she's been sleeping alone for months! She has enough pent up sexual energy to power a small mid-western city.
Angela: There is trouble in paradise!
Brennan: I beg your pardon?
Angela: Tessa does not feel secure in that relationship. I think she's threatened sa pamamagitan ng you!
Brennan: You talked to her?
Angela: Well, she didn’t say much but even though she has a phenomenal figure she was chowing down on a fat free muffin, and she was pagbaba a book about unsolved FBI cases. Ah... She’s obviously feeling insecure.
Hodgins: She's spying for you?
Brennan: No, no!
Zack: They have nothing in common. It's difficult to sublimate intense sexual attraction. And we hear it's been a while.
Zack: Isn't that the FBI's job?
Hodgins: What, you trust the FBI? You realize those guys are gonna suppress whatever they need to cover their asses!
Zack: [to Brennan] I found a portion of the clavicle.
Hodgins: Are you even listening?
Zack: No.
Hodgins: They have a separate division you know. That way their hands are always clean. In 1970...
Brennan: Jack! We're trying to work!
Zack: If Smoky here had access to the president, why would he attack a café?
Brennan: Smoky?
Zack: It's how I deal with stress.
Hodgins: Targeting everyday places causes panic. People stay home, the economy is crippled. It's Terrorism 101, man.
Angela: [to Booth] So, how many nights a week does "Sexy" sleep over?
Booth: We're dealing with someone here who devalues an entire culture; terrorizing people sa pamamagitan ng using God to justify mass murder.
Brennan: You're making it personal. That doesn't help.
Booth: It is personal, Bones. All of us die a little bit on one like this.
Brennan: We'll find out who killed him, Booth. We've got Hamid's body. You can always count on the dead.
Booth: Trying to track down the doctor?
Brennan: Don't need him. It's definitely a toxin, but we can't determine what kind.
Zack: Too bad the liver is cooked; that could tell us everything.
Booth: You know, I need subtitles walking in here.
Hodgins: I graduated tuktok of my class, Rhodes Scholar, the youngest member inducted into the Academy of Physical Sciences, but [Brennan] still makes me feel like a cretin.
Zack: She apologized to me.
Angela: I think [Booth] likes you. God, if I were you, I'd buy a ticket on that ride.
The Boy In The puno [1.3]
Zack: She sinabi take a hint, but when I asked "what hint?" Naomi sinabi if she told me what hint that it wouldn't be a hint anymore, it would be a statement.
Zack: I understood the individual words but I do not comprehend her meaning.
Angela: Did you tell Naomi that?
Zack: Yes. She sinabi ask your mga kaibigan if I have any.
Booth: Ah, you know I'm glad we had that little chat about being nice to the locals.
Brennan: I don't like sheriffs. They are elected into office which means their goal is being re-elected, not finding the truth.
Booth: Can you identify him through the serial number?
Brennan: That's correct but the interesting thing is that...
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?
Booth: Ah, we'll catch up later and uh, thanks for calling.
Brennan: Wait, I'm not completely certain the boy's death was a suicide.
Booth: Ah, you know, we'll grab some Chinese pagkain and you can fill me in later on all the boring details.
[At the lab after the "boring details" phone call.]
Booth: What do you mean it's not a suicide? [A post leading up the stairs to the podium starts to beep and flash red rapidly.] What the hell is that?
Brennan: We can't just let anyone step into the forensics area and contaminate all the boring details.
Booth: The boring details - [to Zack] Do not push me kid. [to Brennan] The boring details was my signal for you to stop talking, okay? I want my own card.
Brennan: Well, I want my own gun.
Booth: Last time you had a gun you shot someone.
Zack: He was a bad guy.
Booth: Okay look, who's our victim?
Brennan: All the boring details?
Booth: Let it go Bones, ilipat on.
Brennan: Don't call me Bones.
Booth: I don't... I don't like people who think they're better then other people.
Brennan: Some people are better than other people.
Booth: Uh, you know what you sinabi right there that is so un-American. All men are created equal, either you believe that or you don't.
Brennan: Some people are smarter then others, there's no use being offended sa pamamagitan ng the fact. What are we going to tell Nester's parents?
Booth: We tell them that their son was found dead. We're looking into it. Sorry for your loss and we are.
Brennan: What?
Booth: Sorry for their loss. It's sad. Try to remember that.
Brennan: Uh, I'm not a sociopath.
Booth: You're bad with people, okay. No use being offended sa pamamagitan ng the fact.
Zack: What did Naomi mean when she sinabi take a hint?
Hodgins: Ooh.
Zack: What did I do wrong?
Hodgins: It's not what you did wrong. It's what you didn't do.
Zack: Where do you learn this stuff?
Hodgins: There are some things you learn sa pamamagitan ng doing… riding a bike, driving a car, pleasing a woman.
Zack: I can't ride a bike or drive a car.
Hodgins: Or apparently please a woman.
Zack: I need specific instructions, a listahan of techniques to implement or a sequence of moves.
Hodgins: I'm not really the guy to talk to about that.
Zack: Why not? You've slept with like ten thousand women.
Brennan: You know what's a better question? What makes you think you get to decide what's relevant? You're basically the principal of a high school.
Booth: Maybe if you looked for madami than the facts, you would be able to see the bigger pic-
Brennan: Maybe if you opened your mind we could find out the actual truth.
Zack: I had sex with Naomi in Paleontology.
Angela: You mean actually in Paleontology?
Zack: No, at her place. I thought it went great but I could be wrong because apparently what I think is wild and kinky is basic and since she never called me back I'm wondering if it's because I lack imagination in the sack.
Angela: You know what Zack? I’m thinking this is madami of a guy-guy conversation.
Zack: Sometime when you're not busy, I was wondering if I could ask you a few tanong about sexual positions.
Booth: If you even try, I will take out my gun and shoot you between the eyes.
Booth: Well, this is where a public school education comes in handy. "Divide and conquer" was the playground motto.
Booth: We’ve got a dead body in a prep school out in the sticks.
Bones: Good morning to you too.
Zack: You're 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.
Bones: I thought that it was good to start with a "good morning."
Zack: (to Booth) If a woman sinabi to you take a hint, what would that mean?
Booth: Could we just concentrate on the job? Thank you. Now I know the sheriff out there. She’s mostly okay, but the school got a lot of pull with the county and she's probably trying to scrape the whole case off on us. Look, what I'm trying to say is… it's not just a crime scene but it's a political situation so when we get out there you follow my lead and you pay attention.
Zack: (to Booth) You call after every sexual encounter, right? 'Cause that's the good thing to do.
Booth: Look, this is a work mode. This is a work zone. We do not talk sex at work.
Bones: First, you tell me I'm too task oriented. Then, when I say good morning, you say that I should concentrate on the job.
Booth: Okay look, we've got about a forty-five minuto drive, what do you say we pass it in quiet meditation.
Angela: When you're with someone, the gymnastics aren't what matter. It's who you are. It's in your intentions and how much you care about the other person.
Zack: If you don't want to help me just say so.
Angela: Alright, I'm going to let you in on a secret. This is a female secret. Go to Naomi and tell her you don’t know anything about lovemaking... sex yeah... lovemaking you're a blank slate. You'll do anything she wants if she just introduces you to the secrets of love. She'll be madami interested in that then if you were the most imaginative lover on the planet
Zack: That is totally counterintuitive.
Angela: Just do it, Z-man. Reap the benefits of my sexual wisdom.
The Man in the madala [1.4]
Brennan: An autopsy on an animal is called necropsy.
Booth: Yeah, it's pretty crucial we get that straight right off the bat. Meanwhile, about the dead human being?
Brennan: Residual tumawid section striae.
Booth: Hmm... Just because you say it in that definitive tone doesn't mean it means anything to me.
...
Brennan: I'm not going to Washington State.
Booth: Again, just because you say in that definitive tone doesn't mean it means anything to me.
Brennan: Why is Booth the one who decides if we are going to Washington state? He gets the gun and the authority. He's the one that people like.
Dr. Goodman: Firstly, he didn't decide that you go to Washington state. He made a request. I'm the one who decides where you do and do not go.
Brennan: And secondly?
Dr. Goodman: Secondly, It's time to live a little, Temperance. Connect with other people.
Brennan: Are you suggesting that I take this opportunity to have sex with Booth on a field trip?
Dr. Goodman: Good God, where's Dr. Freud when you need him?
Brennan: I don't understand what you are saying.
Dr. Goodman: Which is precisely why I am sending you to the great north woods. C'mon now, you have partially digested human remains to examine. That should put a smile on your face. The mosquitoes out there are the size of dogs, pack insect repellent.
Booth: You know being cooped up in a crappy hotel in the middle of nowhere with a fifty dollar per diem is not my idea of a good time either, you know.
Brennan: You only get fifty dollars a day? How do you live on that?
Booth: Okay, what do you mean? What do you get?
Brennan: I don't have a limit, I just give them the receipts.
Booth: Oh no, you have to have a limit. Everyone has a limit. We work for the government.
Brennan: I don't have a limit.
Booth: But it's not fair. It's not fair to the tax payers. You could get one of those thousand dollar toilet seats.
Brennan: I imagine I'm treated differently then you because I have an indispensable skill.
Booth: Oh right, indispensable. I do not need you.
Brennan: Oh, so you can determine the origin of the curf marks as well as the sex and age of the victim?
Booth: [laughs] 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, it's beautiful here, feels good to be out of the city.
Brennan: Yeah, where murderers feed their victims to bears.
[Brennan enters Charlie's shop, carrying the human hand in a box]
Charlie: Need a hand?
Brennan: Thanks, but I'm trying to get rid of this one.
Charlie: [grabs the form Brennan filled out] Hey, Temperance Brennan, I'm pagbaba your book. Gave me a few ideas if I ever want to kill someone and get rid of the body.
Brennan: [laughs] Don't forget, Charlie, the heroine always catches the bad guy.
Booth: Oh yeah, now that you've met Buto you're all about the inner agency cooperation.
Sheriff: Bones? Now I don't think that is any way to talk to a lady.
Hodgins: All I am saying is, why cut somebody into pieces?
Zack: Pack'em up tighter maybe, say in a suitcase.
Hodgins: How did a madala open a suitcase?
Zack: I saw a documentary once where a madala got into a car and drove away.
Hodgins: That was not a documentary, it was a cartoon.
Sherman: Did you ever hear of the bone gatherers, collecting Buto so that the dead can make their journey to the susunod world?
Brennan: Not even sure I believe in the susunod world.
Sherman: Doesn't matter what you believe in. You're a bone gatherer. That's a good thing, helping the spirits ilipat on.
Brennan: Thank you. It's probably the best job paglalarawan I will ever get.
Charlie: Do you do all the stuff the girl in your book does?
Brennan: I'm slightly uncomfortable discussing that with you.
Charlie: No, I'm not talking about the sex. I'm talking about the running and the shooting. I mean, if you do do all that other stuff that's great too, for you and, um, whoever you're doing it with.
Brennan: We don't just have a killer on our hands, we have a cannibal.
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.
[Talking sa pamamagitan ng computer web cam]
Angela: uy Booth, I have kind of a thing for tattoos. You got any?
Brennan: Angela!
Angela: I'm sorry sweetie but what's with that town? You gettin' any from that hot overnight guy?
Brennan: Ang, we're trying to work.
Angela: Is that town totally wasted on you sweetie, because I take this as a sign from God to loosen up. You know what they say, "what happens in Aurora stays in Aurora."
[Brennan and Booth in the car and Brennan is talking to Angela on the phone]
Angela: So did you catch the guy?
Brennan: No, Booth Nawawala him in the woods.
Booth: Whoa, wait a second. I didn't lose him.
Brennan: Well, you didn't catch him.
Angela: So you two have the night free?
Brennan: Yes, we can't do anything until I get a determination on that meat and Booth has to wait until it’s light to look for the guy he lost.
Booth: I didn't lose him, okay. He, uh, tell her that my flashlight died.
Brennan: She doesn't care.
Angela: What?
Booth: Give me the phone.
Brennan: [Holds phone away] It's not ligtas to drive and talk on the cell phone.
Angela: Are you two fighting?
Booth: Professional pride, tell her, please tell her that.
Brennan: Booth wants you to know that he Nawawala the guy because his flashlight died.
Booth: And because he's an Indian and he's a park ranger and he's very very familiar with the territory. Tell her that.
Brennan: Did you hear that?
Angela: Yeah, something about Indian Territory.
Brennan: Yeah, she says she understands.
[Booth has taken off his tie and unbuttoned the first couple buttons on his shirt]
Bones: What happened to your shirt?
Booth: Well, we’re in a bar, it’s a look.
Brennan: Everybody is pumping me.
Booth: I'm sorry?
Brennan: For information on the case.
Booth: Bones, they're only pretending to be interested in the case.
Brennan: Why?
Booth: They're hitting on you.
Brennan: [laughs] Are you sure?
Booth: Yes, I'm sure. You're the hottest thing this town has seen in a long time.
Angela: [to Hodgins] Did you work all night?
Hodgins: Yes, I shaved the truffle.
Angela: Is that anything like spanking the monkey?
Hodgins: I found boaring dust.
Angela: Is there any other kind?
Hodgins: Boaring dust is produced sa pamamagitan ng beetles which mean the puno the truffle grew on was infested.
Zack: That's not going to impress Toni.
Hodgins: That's not why I did it. I did it to serve justice and capture a murderous cannibal.
Angela: That'll impress the hot courier.
Hodgins: I am back in the game.
Booth: Dr. Randall, if you... can you just bite these?
Denise: And if I were your cannibal, would I have pointed out that there were human Buto in the madala after the autopsy?
Brennan: An autopsy on an animal is called a necropsy.
Denise: Yeah, there's a reason I get all the guys and you don't. [She bites down on the dental mold.] Let me tell ya, if I ate Adam there wouldn't be anything left.
Brennan: What if I have to shoot? What part of his body should I hit?
Booth: The part that isn't me. Just stay back.
Dr. Rigby: You don't understand it's a spiritual right to share the life force…
Booth: Look, you're nuts, okay, we get it. We don’t need to hear the rambling psycho speech on why you did it.
Dr. Rigby: You're an anthropologist. You know that ancient civilizations would sacrifice some in order to preserve the strength... [Brennan hits him from behind in the head with a bedpan. He goes down on the floor.]
Booth: What'd you do that for?
Brennan: Nobody wants to hear that rambling psycho speech.
Booth: A bedpan? Hmm.
Hodgins: What are you doing here?
Angela: Are you kidding? It's like watching the clash of the horny titans.
Brennan: And to think I didn't want to come here with you. I mean, this was a fascinating case. You don't often find ritual cannibalism practiced so close to home.
Booth: Which I find a plus.
Brennan: There are always those individuals within a species who are driven to break the most basic taboos. I mean, Rigby actually ate human flesh.
Booth: Bones, I just got my karneng hiniwa and eggs.
Brennan: Rigby has a prion disease, which means he’s been a cannibal for quite some time. Do you realize when we go to trial he could use the insanity defense?
Booth: The guy is nuts.
Brennan: Yes, but is he 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.
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.
Bones: 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 handprints.
Bones: You know I’m going come back up here this winter. Charlie says the pang-iski is great.
Booth: Oh, it’s Charlie?
Bones: Yeah, the overnight guy.
Booth: Yeah, I know who he is.
Bones: I bet he’s a great skier. His hips and thighs are perfectly developed for strength and maneuverability.
Booth: (disgustedly, he drops his fork) That’s it, I’m done.
Bones: What? No good? You want some mais flakes? (she holds up the spoon and tries to feed him) Want some?
Booth: No.
A Boy In a palumpong [1.5]
[Brennan is giving a lecture and has opened up the floor for questions. Booth is in the audience and stands up]
Booth: I have a tanong regarding the FBI in your book. Who do you base brilliant and insightful Special Agent Andy Lister on?
Dr. Goodman: Oh, for God's sake.
Booth: 'Cause, you know, I'm pretty sure it was me.
[Booth and Brennan approach her car, a silver Mercedes convertible.]
Booth: You gotta be kidding me.
Brennan: What? My publishers gave it to me.
Booth: Gave it to you?
Brennan: Book sales are pretty good. It's supposed to be a nice car.
Booth: Gave it to you?
Brennan: Yeah.
Booth: Well, why'd you park it crooked?
Brennan: The guy told me to always park it like that.
Booth: He's wrong. Makes you look like an idiot.
Cop: You mind if I make an observation?
Brennan: No, of course not.
Cop: In your book, the cops come off as very one-dimensional. Why is that?
Brennan: You mean two-dimensional.
Zack: One-dimensionality exists only in theory as a mathematical value.
Cop: O-kay. Really looking pasulong to your susunod book.
Brennan: Did you bring the thermal imager?
Zack: I don't think we need it. [Brennan glares at him] It makes me look like the Great Gazoo.
Brennan: Okay, I don't know what that means, but we definitely need it, Zack.
Booth: [to Zack, in the thermal imaging suit] How's it going there, Darth? Seen anything on Saturn? [to Brennan] Please tell me you've seen at least one bituin Wars movie.
Brennan: When I was seven, and leave Zack alone.
Dr. Goodman: When I sinabi you should think of this invitation as a summons I understated it. It's a subpoena, a Grand Jury subpoena. Ignore it at your own peril.
Brennan: You're not going to apoy us if we don't go.
Dr. Goodman: No, not apoy you, but I can ilipat your parking spots to lot M. Enjoy the shuttle ride.
Zack: The shuttle smells like feet.
Zack: These are the smallest remains I've ever worked on.
Brennan: That's a valid observation, Zack, but it's not helpful to the investigation.
Zack: Sorry, Dr. Brennan.
Brennan: I was at Waco. Branch Davidian compound. I helped identify children who had been killed in the fire, seventeen of them.
Zack: So you're saying I'll get used to it?
Brennan: No, I'm saying you will never get used to it. We're primates, social creatures, it's coded into our DNA to protect our young, even from each other.
Zack: So I'm always going to feel terrible?
Brennan: What helps me is to pull back emotionally. Just... put your puso in a box.
Zack: I'm not good with metaphor, Dr. Brennan.
Brennan: Focus on the details.
Zack: Details, yeah, I can do that.
Brennan: Any way to enhance it?
Angela: Well, I wouldn't bet a petsa with Colin Farrell on it.
Brennan: I know him. He's funny.
Angela: Funny is Will Ferrell, sweetie. Hot is Colin Farrell.
Brennan: I'm afraid Angela might quit.
Booth: I'm amazed she stuck it out this long.
Brennan: Why?
Booth: Well, because she's human. I'm sorry, Bones, it's just that, you know Angela didn't get the same training the rest of you got on planet Vulcan.
Booth: Whoa. He must be one of those Hodgins-es.
Zack: Who are those Hodgins-es?
Booth: I mean the Cantilever Group Hodgins.
Angela: Oh, my God.
Zack: The Same Cantilever Group that generates madami GNP than Europe?
Angela: Get this: they're the single biggest donors to the Jeffersonian Institute.
Booth: Ha! That makes Hodgins your boss!
Booth: Okay, if you can't see the guy's face, maybe you can grab a reflection.
Zack: [impressed] That's a workable idea.
Booth: Well, I'd say thanks, you know, if you didn't say it like it was some kind of miracle.
Hodgins: Chem Lab mass spectrometer identifies the particulates in Charlie Sanders' mouth as fluoride. [Brennan is staring at her computer screen] I know that look.
Brennan: What?
Hodgins: You're Pagsulat another book. When you write you get this stunned look on your face like you stuck a fork in a toaster.
Brennan: Do you remember me, Sean?
Sean Cook: You're the museum lady, the one who's so smart.
Brennan: Yeah, I'm pretty smart.
[outside the interrogation room]
Attorney: [sarcastically] And modest.
Booth: Oh, believe me, she is being modest.
Brennan: sa pamamagitan ng the way, there's a huge ding in my passenger side door because you told me not to park it at an angle.
Booth: [laughs]
Brennan: Okay, that's just mean!
Dr. Goodman: You are the best of us, Miss Montenegro. You discern humanity in the wreck of a ruined human body. You give victims back their faces, their identities, you remind us all of why we're here in the first place... because we treasure human life. [Angela tears up and hugs Dr. Goodman, Brennan walks in]
Brennan: What happened?
Zack: Apparently, all Angela needed was to hear her job paglalarawan in a deep, African-American tone.
The Man in the pader [1.6]
Angela: TGIF? You heard of that?
Brennan: Yeah, it's some kind of acronym, but my inbox is full.
Angela: We know that's not true.
Brennan: And there's a TV ipakita that needs research. Not that they listen.
Angela: We're going.
Brennan: I really should catalog that skull, its in the museums exhibit on the French Revolution.
Angela: Yeah, Pepe Le Pu is madami important then booze, and boys.
Brennan: I don't think that's his name.
Angela: We are so going to tear it up tonight.
Bones: Wait, that’s slang, right?
Angela: Right.
Bones: Is my costume alright?
Angela: Sweetie, it’s not a costume, it’s a cute outfit, and yes, it looks perfect.
[yelling over the music]
Bones: It’s so tribal.
Angela: Don’t say tribal, sweetie.
Bones: Why? Oh, because of all the black people?
[an argument has started over Bones' use of the word "tribal"]
Girl: No, fool. She's using Descartes' philosophy to say she's down with the music.
Other Girl: Who you calling a fool, fool? (fight breaks out)
Agent: Are you sure she can handle this?
Booth: Look, no one in our lab knows the first thing about dealing with a mummy. I would have had to call her in anyway.
Agent: She assaulted two agents who were trying to tape off the body.
Bones: They were trying to compromise the remains!
Agent: A ulap of Meth covered the dance floor. I think they’ve inhaled quite a lot.
Booth: Are you two high?
Angela: Only sa pamamagitan ng accident, so it doesn’t count.
[Bones is high]
Booth: You run this place, Mr. Hall, which is interesting to know, cause, you know, we found some drugs on this dead…
Bones: We found them. We found them.
Booth: Alright, we found some drugs on the dead guy. We’re going to want to know where they came from? Why he had them?
Bones: Why?
Booth: Why he had them?
Bones: Why he had them?
Hodgins: Chamomile tea? It's very soothing.
Brennan: No, I just need your results.
Hodgins: How about a stick to pry the monkey off your back?
Brennan: I grabbed a couple hours of sleep on my sopa and showered in the lab's decontamination room.
Booth: Ooh, You really know how to live.
Hall: Rulz.
Booth: What rules?
Hall: That’s his name.
Bones: You’ve never danced?
Zack: I’ve been told I look like a marionette in a wind storm.
Bones: I’m not the one who’s snippy.
Booth: "Snippy?" What are you, like, seventy?
Bones: I think you should find a nice relaxing place to go on that vacation. Somewhere where you can get a massage, maybe do some yoga.
Booth: I don’t do yoga okay, push ups, sit ups, pull ups…that’s what I do.
Booth: Why exactly are we talking about this?
Bones: Because you’re tense.
Booth: Because we’re talking.
Bones: 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.
Handler: I mean, so what, he drools a little. What’s up with that? You know, your eyes are kinda close together but I don’t comment.
Booth: I apologize.
Handler: Is he sincere?
Bones: (pauses, considers Booth) Yeah.
Handler: Alright then, we accept.
Bones: You did not murder Eve Warren.
Rulz: This is a weird kind of interrogation, huh? Cops telling me what I didn’t do.
Rulz: Mount was gonna jump.
Bones: You mean commit suicide?
Rulz: Where did you find her?
Booth: Museum.
Rulz: I mean labels, jump labels.
Booth: You know what? I’m going to spread the pain. Alright, that’s my new motto.(Booth turns and leaves. Buto chases behind him.)
Bones: Wait, I can help spread pain. Wait!
Bones: uy Booth! Don’t break the cane. Arrest him and confiscate the cane as evidence.
Booth: What?
Bones: I need the cane.
Booth: Arrest him for what? (points to bodyguard) He’s the guy who pointed a gun at a Federal agent.
Bones: Uttering threats or smelling bad or anything.
Booth: Fine, here. Randal Hall, I’m placing you under arrest for the assault of a Federal agent.
Hodgins: Because you have arms like noodles while I'm vigorous and burly.
Bones: Not Booth. Booth did not baulk.
Angela: Sweetie, it’s always the guy.
Bones: No, Booth is not a baulker.
A Man on Death Row [1.7]
Booth: Name?
Brennan: You know my name.
Booth: Bones, you are making an official request to the FBI to be allowed to carry a concealed weapon. I have to follow protocol.
Brennan: Its ridiculous.
Booth: Fine. Then we're done here. Do you want to get some coffee?
Brennan: My name is Dr. Temperance Brennan.
Booth: Reason for wanting a gun?
Brennan: To shoot people.
Booth: Not a good response.
Brennan: It's the truth.
Booth: You know, I'm Pagsulat "self defense in the performance of my duties pursuing suspected felons as contracted out to the FBI."
Brennan: So I can shoot them.
Booth: Have you ever been charged with a felony?
Brennan: Charged or convicted?
Booth: Charged.
Brennan: You know I have.
Booth: I have to ask the questions.
Brennan: Bureaucratic nonsense.
Booth: Never the less, name of the arresting officer?
Brennan: You. [Booth gives her a look.] Special Agent Seeley Booth. Do you need me to spell that for you?
Booth: I can sound it out.
Booth: You can't have a gun.
Brennan: Why not?
Booth: Because you were charged with a felony.
Brennan: Write down that you were wrong to charge me.
Booth: Oh, there's no puwang for that.
Brennan: Why did we go through all this if you were never going to give me a gun?
Booth: You have a constitutional right to apply for a weapon. I would never deny your constitutional right.
Brennan: Well uh, I need a gun.
Booth: Rules are rules.
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?
Amy: Am I interrupting?
Booth: I told them not to let you in this building. I gave them a picture.
Amy: Which is why I wore the tiny skirt.
Booth: Very cute.
Amy: You work with Booth?
Brennan: Yes, I'm a forensic anthropologist.
Amy: I'm a defense lawyer. I tend to work against Booth.
Booth: If it's all the same, I'd prefer you two didn't bond in any way.
[Hodgins and Zack are racing beetles]
Hodgins: What if they get mixed up?
Zack: I can tell them apart. [points to one] That's Jeff and [points to the other] that's Ollie. I win.
Hodgins: What? Wha... That one was mine!
Zack: You had Jeff. I had Ollie, Ollie won and you owe me a buck.
Hodgins: You want in on the action Angela?
Angela: No, thank you. I'm going to go have sex.
Angela: You sure you don't wanna come? Troy can call a friend.
Brennan: [looking at bones] I've been waiting months for these. It's a partial skeleton from southern France. It's...
Angela: You know the whole point of the week, is the weekend. This is not the cabaret, my friend. Life is the cabaret. Come to the cabaret. [Brennan stares at her] It's like describing the moon to a mole.
Booth: [notices the beetles] Okay, our tax dollars hard at work.
Hodgins: Yeah, what's break time at the FBI, book burning?
Angela: Look at this guy. He's cuter than a monkey with a puppy.
Booth: uy Bones, what are you doing this weekend?
Brennan: I have plans.
Booth: Come on, I'm serious.
Brennan: Between your girlfriend the corporate lawyer and the defense lawyer on the side, your weekend must be completely booked. What is your thing with lawyers?
Booth: Uh, look seven years ago, a seventeen taon old girl, April Wright, was found beaten to death in a federal park. Okay? Amy is just trying to stop the guy who did it from being executed.
Brennan: So I guess we're not pursuing your lawyer obsession.
Brennan: Let's see if these shadows are bone fragments or something else.
Booth: Like what?
Brennan: Let's pretend we're objective scientists and not indulge in conjecture.
Brennan: Zack, get a driver to take you over to Greenbelt Park. I want you to take pictures of the area where the body was, ground covering, paved areas.
Booth: Why does he need a driver?
Zack: [embarrassed] I can't drive.
Booth: You’re a genius who can’t drive?
Zack: If you know what I know about con-structural design, you wouldn’t drive either.
[The phone starts ringing in the lab and Hodgins picks it up]]
Hodgins: Hodgins.
Zack: [on other end of phone] Most trecondi codes have a complex numerical cypher.
Hodgins: That's a fun factoid Zack, thank you.
Zack: 12402510221, that's the number they found on the victim.
Hodgins: Well, you’re the one with the photographic memory. I'm the one that's good with the ladies.
Troy: Hey? So uh, what exactly do they do here? Ah, I thought Angela was an artist.
Hodgins: She is. We do mostly forensic identification and reconstruction of discorporated remains. My specialty is entomology and particulates. Have you ever seen maggots? I just got these in.
Angela: Do not talk to him. Wait in the lounge, baby. It’s up those stairs right over there. Don’t talk to anybody.
Amy: So, you seeing each other?
Brennan: Who?
Amy: You and Booth.
Brennan: No. No, we're... we're working together.
Amy: Cause I'm picking up a bit of a sex vibe.
Brennan: No, that's tension. He has a girlfriend.
Amy: Tall, blonde, beautiful?
Brennan: Lawyer.
Amy: Figures... should've jumped him when I had the chance.
Brennan: You’re really interested in Booth?
Amy: You aren’t?
Brennan: No.
Amy: Well then why are you helping him?
Brennan: Because he asked me. He sinabi please.
Amy: Come on, you think he's hot?
Brennan: No, not at all. This is a very interesting case.
Amy: Booth did say you had some kind of mania for the truth.
Brennan: Mania as in maniac?
Amy: I'm not sure he meant it as a bad thing, [Brennan stares at her] which obviously is how you're taking it.
Brennan: There was doubt. We had an obligation to respect that doubt. We all share in the death of every human being.
Booth: Very poetic.
Brennan: No, very literal. We all share DNA. When I look at a bone it's not some artifact that I can separate from myself. It's a part of a person who got here the same way I did. It should never be easy to take someone's life. I don't care who it is.
The Girl in the Fridge [1.8]
Brennan: Angela, is this conversation really appropriate here?
Angela: Sorry, but I'm into alive people.
Zack: (excitedly) The Anthropology Journal is publishing our piece on the Coronals suture.
Brennan: Worthy interruption. (Zack offers his fist to her, she looks confused)
Zack: You're supposed to bump my fist with yours.
Brennan: Why?
Zack: I'm told it's a widely acknowledged gesture of mutual success. (Puts his fist down)
Angela: I pag-ibig it when you two impersonate earthlings.
Hodgins: Okay, now, this is weird. There's some guy in the lounge who asked me to give you this. (Hands a box to Brennan)
Angela: Is he alive? Because this is an excellent start to a relationship.
Hodgins: I didn't put a mirror under his nose or anything. (To Brennan) He sinabi that you'd know who he was when you opened it. (Brennan opens the package, inspects the contents, then hurries out of the room)
Angela: Okay, a guy that gets her to stop working? This I have to see. (Angela leaves the room, quickly followed sa pamamagitan ng Hodgins and Zack)
Brennan: So why are you here?
Michael: George Washington unibersidad wants to talk to me about heading their Anthropology department.
Brennan: They'd be lucky to get you.
Michael: I assume they tried you first.
Brennan: I already had a job.
Hodgins: (Referring to Brennan and her gentleman caller) It's like watching cars mate.
Angela: It's got to be Michael. Stires. Her Forensic Anthropology professor from Northwestern. They were...
Hodgins: Very, very close? (Angela nods)
Zack: Dr. Brennan is my Forensic Anthropology professor. Does that mean -
Angela and Hodgins: (firmly, shaking their heads) No.
Zack: (to himself, trying to draw a logical conclusion) If she was his student, and I'm her student, then it follows...
Hodgins: Ain't gonna happen, Zack-O, not in this universe.
Brennan: (smiling) Not tonight. I have a dinner.
Booth:: (surprised) What? Wow. I just assumed that the two of you would be eating off an autopsy table.
Hodgins: Using a refrigerator to hide a body...kinda perfect isn't it?
Zack: A good way to remove the victim without being detected. The rubber gaskets selyo in the odor.
Angela: Maybe the company should use that in their ads.
(Zack and Hodgins approach Michael like protective older brothers)
Hodgins: (arms crossed) You were Brennan’s professor?
Michael: She was twenty-three, an adult.
Hodgins: That’s what Clinton said.
Zack: You run through a lot of students?
Michael: That was a long time nakaraan and Tempe was very advanced, madami a colleague than a student.
Zack: I'm a pretty advanced student.
Michael: No offense, but I'm not interested.
Zack: No, uh, I meant me and her...
Hodgins: (laughs and bumps Zack's shoulder) Burn!
Angela: Where did you go to hapunan last night?.
Brennan: We wound up staying in. We need to know if that amount was accrued over time or was delivered in one large dose.
Angela: (delighted) You didn't come back to the lab, did you?
Michael: I made frittata.
Angela: (impressed) Oh, wow, he cooks too. Can we share him?
Booth: You know, when the regular stuff, when it gets old, you need to spice it up or it's over. The sex is good you don't need any help.
Brennan: (smirking to herself) Yeah, that's for sure.
Booth: Sorry?
Brennan: I was agreeing.
Booth: Yeah, well, don't. It kinda freaks me out.
Brennan: I was just saying that I myself feel not inclination towards pain or dominance when it comes to sex.
Booth: Are you sure?
Brennan: Yeah, I'm sure.
Booth: 'Cause you can be very bossy.
(She swats him with a crop from the evidence box)
Brennan:(triumphantly) Her legs were bound.
Zach: There are erosion patterns from the Buto rubbing together over time.
Booth: If this were the result of sex games, then the legs, they wouldn't be bound together. (Michael looks back at him skeptically) Oh, come on, you know? Lookin' for a little nooky, the last thing you tie together are the legs.
Booth: Bones. The judge is holding them without bail. The US attorney is thinking about sending you flowers.
Brennan: Facts are facts.
Booth: Uh, Bones, I have to ask - how much have you been sharing with, uh, the professor?
Brennan: (indignant) None of your business.
Booth: I mean on the case.
Booth: Bones, you okay?
Brennan: Why wouldn't I be?
Booth: Oh, 'cause the nutty professor's graded your paper. What'd give you, anyway? I was always happy with a B.
Brennan: I never got a B, and I never will.
Booth: That's my girl.
Jury Consultant: Juries don't like you.
Brennan: Excuse me?
Jury Consultant: I've seen you testify before, Dr. Brennan. You come off as cold and aloof. I want to make sure -
Brennan: Cold and aloof?
Jury Consultant: Try not interrupting, it makes you sound arrogant. Also, don't front load your testimony with technical crap.
Booth: (shaking his head warningly at the Jury Consultant) Look, this really is not the best approach.
Brennan: How I feel doesn't matter. My job doesn't depend on it.
Levitt: But it's informed sa pamamagitan ng it. Are you as cold and unfeeling as you seem?
Brennan: I see a face on every skull. I can look at their Buto and tell you how they walked, where they hurt. Maggie Schilling is real to me. The pain she suffered was real. Her hip was being eaten away sa pamamagitan ng infection from lying on her side. Sure, like Dr. Stires said, the disease could contribute to that if you take it out of context, but you can’t break Maggie Schilling down into little pieces. She was a whole person who fought to free herself. Her wrists were broken from struggling against the handcuffs. The Buto in her ankles were ground together because her feet were tied, and her side, her hip, and her shoulder were being eaten away sa pamamagitan ng infection, and the madami she struggled, the madami pain she was in, so they gave her those drugs to keep her quiet. They gave her so much it killed her. These facts can’t be ignored or dismissed because you think I’m boring or obnoxious, because I don’t matter. What I feel doesn’t matter. Only she matters, only Maggie.
The Man in the Fallout Shelter [1.9]
Brennan: I don’t like Secret Santa. The idea that we are forced sa pamamagitan ng convention to exchange meaningless gifts is…
Angela: Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. If you rearrange Secret Santa though, you get Secret Satan.
Brennan: What possible meaning could that have?
Angela: I’ve already had an eggnog, if you can’t tell. Now, how am I going to enjoy this party knowing that my best friend in the whole world is in the lab, eyeball to eyeball, with Skeletor?
Brennan: Who?
Brennan: Booth, will you escort Angela to the pasko party and make sure she doesn’t photocopy her butt?
Brennan: I thought that you were at the party.
Booth: Oh, that wasn’t a party, that was a bituin Wars convention.
Angela: Hey, whose fault is this?
Hodgins: Who forced me to go to the party where I drank too much and had to hide from Crystal?
Angela: Who never should have cut into a bone with a drunken fool in the room?
Zack: Who brought us human remains just to ditch a little paper work?
Booth: Oh, wait, you’re saying this is my fault?
Dr. Goodman: You knew Dr. Brennan could not resist.
Brennan: Well, I would have been able to resist if I was in Niger, where I wanted to be.
Booth: What are those little tiny lights dancing on the ceiling?
Dr. Goodman: For the third time, those are minuto firings of neurons on your optic nerve due to your reaction to the anti-fungal cocktail.
Booth: Wow, whoa. They’re beautiful.
Dr. Goodman: (laughs) You are stoned, Agent Booth.
Angela: It’s all so tragic. A cheap wedding ring sewn into his suit, two tickets to Paris, it makes you wonder who was the girl. Can you imagine what it was like for her, waiting and wondering never knowing what happened?
Brennan: I don’t have to imagine.
Booth: Bones, it’s after midnight. Hmm? pasko Eve Day. Both an eve and a day, it’s a pasko miracle.
Brennan: Still enjoying your medication, I see.
Booth: You don’t seem too upset about missing Christmas.
Brennan: Indications are that Christ, if he existed, was born in late spring and the celebration of his birth was shifted to coincide with the pagan right of the winter solace so that early Christians weren’t persecuted.
Booth: What are you, like, the pasko killer?
Brennan: It’s the truth.
Booth: No it sounds like the truth because it’s so rational, right? But the… you know, the true truth is you hate pasko so you just spout out all these facts and you ruin it for everyone else.
Brennan: I ruin the true truth with facts?
Angela: Alright, we need a way to choose our Secret Santa’s.
Zack: I could build a walang tiyak na layunin generator.
Dr. Goodman: Wouldn’t it be better to match complimentary people in a premeditated manner?
Hodgins: I’ve got five numbers in my head and five letters. You tell me the number and I’ll tell you the matching letter.
Dr. Goodman: Are the letter sequential or are the numbers sequential?
Hodgins: Sequential, we'll go in order oldest to youngest.
Zack: Six.
Hodgins: There’s no six.
Dr. Goodman: A through E and 1 through 5?
Booth: (holds out a canister with their names written out on slips on paper in front of them) Just pick a name and if you get your own put it back in.
Dr. Goodman: Oh. That could work.
Hodgins: Yeah that’s good.
Angela: Good idea.
Brennan: Anthropologically speaking, gifts are a way of asserting dominance in a group. Now imagine an entire holiday devoted to self promotion, especially in this materialistic culture. How can you expect me to get behind that? How can you get behind that?
Booth: Wow, that’s…that’s deep. It’s a very deep pile of crap.
Brennan: You came to me with information this morning, a peace offering, but it was to make you feel better not me, proves my point. (points to picture) Any idea what this is?
Booth: No.
Brennan: Me neither, try Dr. Goodman.
Booth: You know Bones, you make it very very hard for me to be nice to you.
Hodgins: Puperia showed Lionel had valley fever.
Brennan: We sorta knew that.
Hodgins: Wow, was that a shot? Because I apologized. I mean, Goodman doesn’t get to see his family. Zack doesn’t get to see his family. Booth doesn’t get to see his son. At least I’m an accidental Grinch; with all due respect, you’re the Grinch on purpose.
Brennan: I have no idea what you are saying to me.
Hodgins: The Grinch is a relatively well known creation of a children’s may-akda named Dr. Seuss.
Brennan: I’m not really who you want to talk to about…Booth has a kid?
Hodgins: You didn’t know?
Brennan: No.
Hodgins: I wasn’t the one who told you.
Dr. Goodman: The girlfriend was in trouble.
Angela: Pregnant in trouble?
Hodgins: Ooh, apparently Careful Lionel wasn’t so careful.
Booth: Marry a pregnant girl in Oklahoma in the late fifties.
Dr. Goodman: Do you suppose Lionel came up here to procure an abortion?
Angela: You know what? This isn’t a very pasko Eve-type story.
Brennan: Of course it is, the whole Christ myth has been built upon the derails of an unwed mother.
Booth: Okay, could we just stop bringing up the whole Christ myth thing? Some people believe it is madami than just a myth.
Brennan: Well, who besides you?
Dr. Goodman: That would be me Dr. Brennan. I’m a deacon at my church.
Angela: I do, pasko and Easter, anyway.
Hodgins: Although I believe organized religion is just another political movement designed to control the masses, it doesn’t mean God doesn’t pag-ibig me.
Zack: Hey, I’m a rationalist empiricist all the way. Unless you talk to my mother. Then I’m Lutheran.
Angela: You have to find the girl and tell her what you know. Don’t you see? You can give her the answer that you never got.
Brennan: Wha…Angela.
Angela: I’m sorry, sweetie, but it’s true. You have a chance here.
Brennan: To say what? "Merry Christmas, Ivy Gillespie. Your fiancé was murdered and your life was ruined but hey, at least you get to know what happened to him."
Angela: Don’t you wish somebody had sinabi that to you?
Brennan: Yes. (she gets up and leaves)
Booth: You just gave somebody the best pasko gift they could ever get. Who’s the secret Santa now?
Brennan: Stop. (her voice activates the robot laying on the counter susunod to Booth. It starts doing push-ups. Booth looks at it)
Booth: Ooh. (laughs) That weirdo assistant of yours just made me the coolest dad in the world.
The Woman at the Airport [1.10]
Brennan: (to Zack) X-rays, pictures, we’re going to do this without touching the actual skeleton as much as possible.
Zack: Kid gloves?
Brennan: Latex should be alright. (pauses) Zack, were you being metaphoric?
Zack: I decided to give it a shot. Which is also metaphoric.
(Brennan’s office. She walks in and sees Booth sitting at her desk.)
Brennan: I need a receptionist. I can’t just have anybody waltzing in here.
Brennan: I can’t go to Los Angeles. I have an Iron Age warrior to authenticate.
Booth: Iron Age warrior, when was the Iron Age?
Brennan: Fifteen hundred years ago.
Booth: Fresh body bits, just a little madami urgent.
Brennan: You do realize there are a lot madami fresh bodies then there are perfect specimens from the Iron Age?
Booth: You know when you say things like that, it’s just to bug me, right?
(Rodeo Drive, Beverly Hills, CA. Booth is driving a blue mabangis na kabayo convertible.)
Brennan: This car doesn’t feel very FBI-y.
Booth: Bones, this is a nineteen sixty-six mustang. It’s a classic and what goes better than that with the FBI?
Brennan: How come on the rental agreement under "model," you made the guy write sedan?
Booth: C’mon. We’re in California. (puts his arm behind her shoulders.) Look, palm trees.
Brennan: You know, I like to drive sometimes.
Booth: Look, our contact out her is Special Agent Trisha Finn.
Brennan: I’m an excellent driver.
Booth: Okay, Rainman.
Brennan: I don’t know what that means.
Booth: I’m always gonna drive. You know that, right? Me behind the wheel and you over there on the grandma side.
Brennan: I’m not above telling Deputy Director Cullen what kind of car you rented. (cut to Brennan driving)
Hodgins: Look, there’s no bugs on him, haven’t been for over a thousand years.
Dr. Goodman: There may be spores and pollens, correct?
Hodgins: Probably not.
Dr. Goodman: Dozen of species of pollens have been discovered from the crustaceous era. How long nakaraan was that?
Zack: (raises hand) Sixty-five million years. (Hodgins glares at him.) That was a pretty good comeback.
Hodgins: We all know that you’re going to say, "I’m unable to authenticate with confidence."
Zack: Why would he do that?
Hodgins: When you declare something authentic, you run the risk of being proven wrong. That doesn’t happen if you equivocate. As head of the Jeffersonian, Dr. Goodman will place the reputation of the institution over everything else.
Dr. Goodman: I’m an archaeologist. My findings will be congruent with the facts.
Hodgins: With all due respect, you used to be an archaeologist. (Hodgins and Dr. Goodman glare at each other)
Zack: I have no idea what’s going on between you two right now.
Dr. Goodman: His Buto madala the marks of battle. His weapons are of good quality, well used. He’s old for a warrior, yet how did he die Mr. Addy?
Zack: Looks like tuberculosis.
Dr. Goodman: A proud man. Not the ending he would have wanted, yet he was surrounded sa pamamagitan ng family and friends, a good death. (Hodgins looks up at the ceiling and rolls his eyes, annoyed.)
Hodgins: Oh, please. Now you’re describing a scene from Lord of the Rings.
Booth: Okay guys, let’s turn our attention back to the murder victim. I’d like to go pay a visit to Dr. Boobs.
Finn: Why? If implants were stolen from him, he won’t know anything.
Booth: Because it’s the only lead that we’ve got, Finn, and leads are great for screenplays, or even, say, if you’re actually working a real case.
Zack: I have something for you.
Angela: (sighs) Is it chocolate?
Zack: No.
Angela: Then I find my interest has flagged.
Zack: This is the type of situation where someone says, "Oh, my God."
Hodgins: Pretend you're a person and say it.
Zack: Oh, my God.
The Woman in the Car [1.11]
Stacy: I’m Stacy Goodyear and joining me on 'Wakeup DC' is Dr. Temperance Brennan. She’s the may-akda of the best selling mystery novel, 'Bred in the Bone' and she’s also…now tell me if I get this wrong…an anthropologist who works with the FBI to solve crimes?
Brennan: Yes, that’s correct. I use the Buto of people who have been murdered or burned or blown up or eaten sa pamamagitan ng mga hayop or insects or just decomposed.
Stacy: Well, that’s exciting. Um, Dr. Brennan, your book has sold over three hundred thousand copies. How do you juggle twin careers as a best selling may-akda and crime fighting scientist?
Brennan: Well I do one, then the other.
Pickering: Didn’t I see you on telebisyon this morning, Dr. Brennan?
Brennan: How could I possibly know what you watched on television? (she sees Booth and starts to walk over to him) Booth, I have to talk to you.
Pickering: Yeah, it was definitely her.
(Talking about Brennan's TV interview)
Brennan: Okay, what did I do wrong?
Booth: Maybe susunod time tell a funny story. Oh, never say you don’t like children.
Brennan: I didn’t say I don’t like children. I just sinabi I don’t want any.
Booth: On TV that’s the same thing.
Brennan: You arrest someone really small lately? Car upuan in the back.
Booth: Oh, I had Parker for the weekend.
Brennan: I don’t know how you do that.
Booth: Install a car upuan in an FBI vehicle?
Brennan: Bring a kid into this world knowing what you know. I’ll bet Parker was an accident, right? Because his mother wouldn’t marry you? (Booth laughs and shakes his head) What?
Booth: It never occurred to you that that might be a sensitive topic.
Brennan: Well you could have gone with the very small felon story.
Booth: I’m better for Parker being in the world. Someday you will see that.
Brennan: No I won’t.
Booth: You’ll change your mind.
Brennan: Ah, I don’t do that.
Booth: You will.
Cullen: Well, at least nobody got shot. Probably cause she didn’t have a gun.
Pickering: When was the last time you saw your husband?
Angela: My husband?
Pickering: Yes.
Angela: Oh. (laughs) Oh. (chuckles) Wow, you mean that actually took? Really, it didn’t seem legal. We were in Fiji. You know, there was a apoy dance. You know how those things can be, right?
Pickering: I really don’t, Miss Montenegro.
Angela: Right.
Booth: You know the ear you found? There’s no way it’s her own ear, right?
Brennan: How could it be her own ear?
Booth: That’s what I’m saying.
Brennan: What?
Booth: It’s definitely not her ear.
Brennan: How could she bite off her own ear?
Hodgins: Okay, okay, so you’re telling me that my toe chewing moron cousin was appointed to a secret post in a secret part of the government you can’t tell me about so you compiled a secret dossier on me, but I’m the one who’s paranoid.
Pickering: We don’t use the word dossier.
Hodgins: What was the finding? I…I still work here so…
Pickering: Harmless.
Hodgins: Harmless? I’m harmless?
Pickering: Yes, you do not pose a viable threat.
Hodgins: Well that’s just insulting.
Pickering: If you want me to interview you, I will, but I will only discover what we already know. You are benign.
Hodgins: I am not benign, lady. I’m not harmless. I’m malignant! I’m a loaded cannon…
Pickering: Thank you Dr. Hodgins. (she walks away)
Hodgins: I know things that would curdle your blood including a formula that literally curdles blood!
Pickering: Could we start please?
Zack: Anytime, I can do two things at once.
Pickering: Mr. Addy, I require your full attention.
Zack: No you don’t, but I’ll give it to you.
Pickering: What I need to do here is to establish that you are not a threat to the security of this country.
Zack: I’m getting a degree in Forensic Anthropology. I’m half way through another in Engineering. What are you afraid I will do? Build a race of criminal robots that will destroy the earth?
Pickering: Do you have that kind of pantasiya often?
Zack: Very often.
Pickering: Does it concern you that such adolescent thoughts are a sign of emotional retardation?
Zack: I’ve been told. I’m working on it.
Pickering: Can you understand why that concerns us?
Zack: Not really.
Pickering: Hypothetically, you have a piece of information…
Zack: Secret and meaningful information?
Pickering: Yes, and the security of the country's at stake; can I bribe you to give it to me?
Zack: No.
Pickering: Threaten you?
Zack: No.
Pickering: What if I made a reasonable rational argument, very persuasive?
Zack: Merely persuasive?
Pickering: Irrefutable. I make an irrefutable argument as to why you should give me this piece of information. Would you do so?
Zack: Not without checking with Dr. Brennan or Angela first, see what they said, maybe Agent Booth if he would talk to me. He probably wouldn’t. I'd check with Dr. Hodgins but he’d say it was all part of some conspiracy... so I must only take his payo on women. Four hundred and eighty volts…three hundred and fifty amps.
Pickering: I beg your pardon?
Zack: It's sorta secret information. I probably shouldn’t tell you. Any other questions? Good.
Booth: The material witness for a specially convened grand jury and you Nawawala him?
Weeks: The guy's pretty smart, genius level. Do you have any idea what it is like to interact with those types of people?
Booth: Yeah, a little.
Brennan: You just told me not to jump to a conclusion.
Booth: No offense intended.
Brennan: No, you were right! It’s just I usually get to tell you.
Booth: Well, our relationship has taken a whole new turn.
Booth: Alright, Zack! Zack! This guy Decker, he’s like you. He’s in the whole stratosphere IQ wise.
Zack: What's his IQ?
Booth: It's 163.
Brennan: Oh, he's not where Zack is.
Zack: If he's in the stratosphere, I'm in the ionosphere.
Decker: Look, analytically, I understand that many lives outweigh the one, but I cannot trade my son's life.
Weeks: Have you considered that sa pamamagitan ng not testifying your wife will have died in vain?
Cullen: Shut it, Weeks. If you people had protected Mr. Decker and his family properly, we wouldn’t even be here.
Pickering: Can you tell me what you were doing in Cuba?
Brennan: Only if you tell me first.
Pickering: I beg your pardon?
Brennan: I don't know your security clearance.
Pickering: Well what is your security clearance?
Brennan: You should check with the state department.
Pickering: I'm from the state department.
Brennan: Then that should make it easy for you.
Brennan: Why don't we ever take my car?
Booth: Do you have bullet proof vests in the trunk?
Brennan: No.
Booth: That's why.
Brennan: Tell me you tried "excuse me" first.
Angela: Ah, Sweetie. Yes, I did. Welcome home. Are you exhausted? Was Guatemala awful? Was it horribly backward?
Brennan: And yet, I was never reduced to flashing my boobs for information.
Angela: You know, diving head first in a pit of cadavers is no way to handle a messy breakup.
Brennan: Angela, nothing Pete and I ever did was messy.
Angela: [laughs] Then you weren't doing the right things.
Brennan: Look, I am sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your friends, but susunod time you should identify yourself before attacking me.
DHS Officer: Most people in this situation, what they do, is sweat.
Brennan: Guatemala. Genocide. How are you scary after that?
Booth: Buto identifies bodies for us.
Brennan: Don't call me Buto and I do madami than identify.
Bones: That’s the best you can do?
Booth: What?
Bones: Getting Homeland Security to snatch me so you can stage a fake rescue.
Booth: Well at least I picked you up at the airport, huh?
Booth: A decomposed corpse was found this morning at Arlington National Cemetery...
Brennan: Arlington National Cemetery is full of decomposed corpses. It's a cemetery.
Brennan: [to Booth] If you drive one madami block, I'm screaming "kidnap" out the window.
Booth: You know, you're not the only forensic anthropologist in town.
Brennan: [laughs] Yes, I am. The susunod unibersidad is in Montreal. Parlez-vous français?
Booth: What's it going to take?
Brennan: Full participation in the case.
Booth: Fine.
Brennan: Not just lab work. Everything.
Booth: What? You want me to spit in my hand? We're Scully and Mulder.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Booth: You know, in my line of work, no clothes usually means a sex crime.
Brennan: In my line of work, it could also mean the victim favored natural fibers.
Zack: Your suit, for example, will outlast your Buto sa pamamagitan ng decades.
Booth: When did she die?
Brennan: Ehh.
Zack: Ehh.
Booth: What does that even mean?
Zack: It means wait until our bug and slime guy takes a look.
Goodman: What's the rule, Mr. Addy?
Zack: You only converse with PhDs. You do realize I'm halfway through two doctorates. Two halves make a whole, so mathematically speaking...
Goodman: Go polish a bone, Mr. Addy.
Goodman: Dr. Brennan, are you playing me?
Brennan: You know I'm no good at that.
Goodman: Hmm. Thus far. But you have a disturbingly steep learning curve.
(All looking at the hologram of a woman)
Brennan: Does anyone recognize her?
Zack: Not me.
Angela: Wait. Is that who I think it is?
Zack: The girl who had the affair with the Senator.
Booth: Her name is Cleo Louise Eller. The only daughter to Ted and Sharon Eller. Last seen approximately nine p.m., April 6th, 2003 leaving the cardio-deluxe gym on Kay Street. She didn’t even make it to her car.
Brennan: Pretty good memory.
Booth: Yeah, well it’s my job to find her.
Hodgins: Well in that case congratulations on your success.
Booth: Temperance, partners share things. Builds trust.
Brennan: Since when are we partners?
Booth: I apologize for the assumption.
Brennan: I hate psychology. It's a soft science.
Angela: I know, but people are mostly soft.
Brennan: Except for their bones.
Brennan: What if Booth is right? What if I'm only good with Buto and lousy with people?
Angela: People like you.
Brennan: I don't care if men like me.
Angela: Okay, interesting jump from 'people' to 'men,' but I'm sure it means nothing.
Brennan: I hate psychology.
Bones: My most meaningful relationships are with dead people.
Hodgins: The Senator, ah, he is smart. He gets an intern pregnant, then murders her when it threatens his career. And he has the connections to get away with it.
Brennan: I hate it when you make paranoia plausible. It's like sliding off a cliff.
Hodgins: In a nutshell, anxious, depressed and nauseous.
Brennan: Take a sick day.
Booth: A case this big, the director is going to create a special investigation unit. And if I line my ducks up in a row, I can, maybe, head it up.
Brennan: I don't know what that means, but I think maybe I can be a duck.
Booth: What are you trying to do?
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.
Booth: Fine. You're in.
Brennan: [looking at the screen] What exactly am I supposed to be squinting at?
Booth: Ahh, you know, it's like pornography. You'll know when you see it.
Brennan: You didn't come for your TV. You timed this for a booty call.
Zack: A good hypothesis withstands testing. That’s what makes it a good hypothesis.
Angela: Can I, as the only normal person in this room, say... eww?
Booth: He's got no sense of discretion, that kid. Typical squint.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Booth: When cops get stuck we bring in people like you, ya know? Squints. You know, squint at things.
Brennan: Oh, you mean people with very high IQs and basic reasoning skills?
Booth: You expect me, a federal agent, 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.
Oliver: Will you sign my book?
Brennan: Stalk me, Oliver, and I will kick your ass.
Oliver: He killed Cleo?
Booth: Yeah, he did.
Oliver: Then I'm okay with him bleeding to death.
Booth: That guy bleeds to death, Buto will go on trial for attempted murder. You don't want that, do you?
Oliver: No.
Booth: Plus, I understand that applying pressure to a wound can be extremely painful.
Angela: Is the FBI going to lay charges against Brennan?
Hodgins: She only shot him in the leg... once.
Booth: She didn't give him a warning. She just shot him... with alcohol on her breath.
Goodman: It was her first shooting, you can't expect her to be perfect right out of the gate.
Zack: How much warning did you give people before you sniped them?
The Man in the S.U.V. [1.2]
Brennan: He thinks just because Masruk's wife started working out and had a little makeover, she's having an affair.
Angela: Hmm, and how long were they married?
Booth: Eleven years.
Angela: I'm with him.
Brennan: There's no concrete proof.
Angela: Boobs perkier?
Booth: Mmm hmm.
Brennan: I don't believe this. If you're so sure, then why didn't you confront her?
Angela: Because if she and her boyfriend were involved, she would warn him.
Booth: Very good.
Angela: I'm a constant surprise.
Brennan: Isn't the FBI working on that?
Hodgins: Yes. It's just for fun.
Brennan: To see who's better?
Hodgins: Maybe. A little. Yeah.
Brennan: Good luck.
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? We won't talk about Tessa.
Booth: Okay, what's so funny?
Brennan: I just never figured you being in a relationship.
Booth: Why? Do you think somethings wrong with me?
Brennan: Not wrong. You just have alpha male attributes usually associated with a solitary existence.
Booth: What me? You're solitary.
Brennan: No no, I'm private.
Agent Gibson: Dr. Brennan, I have jurisdiction.
Brennan: Then why don't I destroy my notes and let you guarantee the identity of the remains.
Angela: Too bad we can't tell why he did it. Isn't that what we all want to know?
Hodgins: Someone seems really defensive about the FBI lately. You realize Booth is just another government stooge?
Angela: [referring to Brennan] Please, she's been sleeping alone for months! She has enough pent up sexual energy to power a small mid-western city.
Angela: There is trouble in paradise!
Brennan: I beg your pardon?
Angela: Tessa does not feel secure in that relationship. I think she's threatened sa pamamagitan ng you!
Brennan: You talked to her?
Angela: Well, she didn’t say much but even though she has a phenomenal figure she was chowing down on a fat free muffin, and she was pagbaba a book about unsolved FBI cases. Ah... She’s obviously feeling insecure.
Hodgins: She's spying for you?
Brennan: No, no!
Zack: They have nothing in common. It's difficult to sublimate intense sexual attraction. And we hear it's been a while.
Zack: Isn't that the FBI's job?
Hodgins: What, you trust the FBI? You realize those guys are gonna suppress whatever they need to cover their asses!
Zack: [to Brennan] I found a portion of the clavicle.
Hodgins: Are you even listening?
Zack: No.
Hodgins: They have a separate division you know. That way their hands are always clean. In 1970...
Brennan: Jack! We're trying to work!
Zack: If Smoky here had access to the president, why would he attack a café?
Brennan: Smoky?
Zack: It's how I deal with stress.
Hodgins: Targeting everyday places causes panic. People stay home, the economy is crippled. It's Terrorism 101, man.
Angela: [to Booth] So, how many nights a week does "Sexy" sleep over?
Booth: We're dealing with someone here who devalues an entire culture; terrorizing people sa pamamagitan ng using God to justify mass murder.
Brennan: You're making it personal. That doesn't help.
Booth: It is personal, Bones. All of us die a little bit on one like this.
Brennan: We'll find out who killed him, Booth. We've got Hamid's body. You can always count on the dead.
Booth: Trying to track down the doctor?
Brennan: Don't need him. It's definitely a toxin, but we can't determine what kind.
Zack: Too bad the liver is cooked; that could tell us everything.
Booth: You know, I need subtitles walking in here.
Hodgins: I graduated tuktok of my class, Rhodes Scholar, the youngest member inducted into the Academy of Physical Sciences, but [Brennan] still makes me feel like a cretin.
Zack: She apologized to me.
Angela: I think [Booth] likes you. God, if I were you, I'd buy a ticket on that ride.
The Boy In The puno [1.3]
Zack: She sinabi take a hint, but when I asked "what hint?" Naomi sinabi if she told me what hint that it wouldn't be a hint anymore, it would be a statement.
Zack: I understood the individual words but I do not comprehend her meaning.
Angela: Did you tell Naomi that?
Zack: Yes. She sinabi ask your mga kaibigan if I have any.
Booth: Ah, you know I'm glad we had that little chat about being nice to the locals.
Brennan: I don't like sheriffs. They are elected into office which means their goal is being re-elected, not finding the truth.
Booth: Can you identify him through the serial number?
Brennan: That's correct but the interesting thing is that...
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?
Booth: Ah, we'll catch up later and uh, thanks for calling.
Brennan: Wait, I'm not completely certain the boy's death was a suicide.
Booth: Ah, you know, we'll grab some Chinese pagkain and you can fill me in later on all the boring details.
[At the lab after the "boring details" phone call.]
Booth: What do you mean it's not a suicide? [A post leading up the stairs to the podium starts to beep and flash red rapidly.] What the hell is that?
Brennan: We can't just let anyone step into the forensics area and contaminate all the boring details.
Booth: The boring details - [to Zack] Do not push me kid. [to Brennan] The boring details was my signal for you to stop talking, okay? I want my own card.
Brennan: Well, I want my own gun.
Booth: Last time you had a gun you shot someone.
Zack: He was a bad guy.
Booth: Okay look, who's our victim?
Brennan: All the boring details?
Booth: Let it go Bones, ilipat on.
Brennan: Don't call me Bones.
Booth: I don't... I don't like people who think they're better then other people.
Brennan: Some people are better than other people.
Booth: Uh, you know what you sinabi right there that is so un-American. All men are created equal, either you believe that or you don't.
Brennan: Some people are smarter then others, there's no use being offended sa pamamagitan ng the fact. What are we going to tell Nester's parents?
Booth: We tell them that their son was found dead. We're looking into it. Sorry for your loss and we are.
Brennan: What?
Booth: Sorry for their loss. It's sad. Try to remember that.
Brennan: Uh, I'm not a sociopath.
Booth: You're bad with people, okay. No use being offended sa pamamagitan ng the fact.
Zack: What did Naomi mean when she sinabi take a hint?
Hodgins: Ooh.
Zack: What did I do wrong?
Hodgins: It's not what you did wrong. It's what you didn't do.
Zack: Where do you learn this stuff?
Hodgins: There are some things you learn sa pamamagitan ng doing… riding a bike, driving a car, pleasing a woman.
Zack: I can't ride a bike or drive a car.
Hodgins: Or apparently please a woman.
Zack: I need specific instructions, a listahan of techniques to implement or a sequence of moves.
Hodgins: I'm not really the guy to talk to about that.
Zack: Why not? You've slept with like ten thousand women.
Brennan: You know what's a better question? What makes you think you get to decide what's relevant? You're basically the principal of a high school.
Booth: Maybe if you looked for madami than the facts, you would be able to see the bigger pic-
Brennan: Maybe if you opened your mind we could find out the actual truth.
Zack: I had sex with Naomi in Paleontology.
Angela: You mean actually in Paleontology?
Zack: No, at her place. I thought it went great but I could be wrong because apparently what I think is wild and kinky is basic and since she never called me back I'm wondering if it's because I lack imagination in the sack.
Angela: You know what Zack? I’m thinking this is madami of a guy-guy conversation.
Zack: Sometime when you're not busy, I was wondering if I could ask you a few tanong about sexual positions.
Booth: If you even try, I will take out my gun and shoot you between the eyes.
Booth: Well, this is where a public school education comes in handy. "Divide and conquer" was the playground motto.
Booth: We’ve got a dead body in a prep school out in the sticks.
Bones: Good morning to you too.
Zack: You're 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.
Bones: I thought that it was good to start with a "good morning."
Zack: (to Booth) If a woman sinabi to you take a hint, what would that mean?
Booth: Could we just concentrate on the job? Thank you. Now I know the sheriff out there. She’s mostly okay, but the school got a lot of pull with the county and she's probably trying to scrape the whole case off on us. Look, what I'm trying to say is… it's not just a crime scene but it's a political situation so when we get out there you follow my lead and you pay attention.
Zack: (to Booth) You call after every sexual encounter, right? 'Cause that's the good thing to do.
Booth: Look, this is a work mode. This is a work zone. We do not talk sex at work.
Bones: First, you tell me I'm too task oriented. Then, when I say good morning, you say that I should concentrate on the job.
Booth: Okay look, we've got about a forty-five minuto drive, what do you say we pass it in quiet meditation.
Angela: When you're with someone, the gymnastics aren't what matter. It's who you are. It's in your intentions and how much you care about the other person.
Zack: If you don't want to help me just say so.
Angela: Alright, I'm going to let you in on a secret. This is a female secret. Go to Naomi and tell her you don’t know anything about lovemaking... sex yeah... lovemaking you're a blank slate. You'll do anything she wants if she just introduces you to the secrets of love. She'll be madami interested in that then if you were the most imaginative lover on the planet
Zack: That is totally counterintuitive.
Angela: Just do it, Z-man. Reap the benefits of my sexual wisdom.
The Man in the madala [1.4]
Brennan: An autopsy on an animal is called necropsy.
Booth: Yeah, it's pretty crucial we get that straight right off the bat. Meanwhile, about the dead human being?
Brennan: Residual tumawid section striae.
Booth: Hmm... Just because you say it in that definitive tone doesn't mean it means anything to me.
...
Brennan: I'm not going to Washington State.
Booth: Again, just because you say in that definitive tone doesn't mean it means anything to me.
Brennan: Why is Booth the one who decides if we are going to Washington state? He gets the gun and the authority. He's the one that people like.
Dr. Goodman: Firstly, he didn't decide that you go to Washington state. He made a request. I'm the one who decides where you do and do not go.
Brennan: And secondly?
Dr. Goodman: Secondly, It's time to live a little, Temperance. Connect with other people.
Brennan: Are you suggesting that I take this opportunity to have sex with Booth on a field trip?
Dr. Goodman: Good God, where's Dr. Freud when you need him?
Brennan: I don't understand what you are saying.
Dr. Goodman: Which is precisely why I am sending you to the great north woods. C'mon now, you have partially digested human remains to examine. That should put a smile on your face. The mosquitoes out there are the size of dogs, pack insect repellent.
Booth: You know being cooped up in a crappy hotel in the middle of nowhere with a fifty dollar per diem is not my idea of a good time either, you know.
Brennan: You only get fifty dollars a day? How do you live on that?
Booth: Okay, what do you mean? What do you get?
Brennan: I don't have a limit, I just give them the receipts.
Booth: Oh no, you have to have a limit. Everyone has a limit. We work for the government.
Brennan: I don't have a limit.
Booth: But it's not fair. It's not fair to the tax payers. You could get one of those thousand dollar toilet seats.
Brennan: I imagine I'm treated differently then you because I have an indispensable skill.
Booth: Oh right, indispensable. I do not need you.
Brennan: Oh, so you can determine the origin of the curf marks as well as the sex and age of the victim?
Booth: [laughs] 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, it's beautiful here, feels good to be out of the city.
Brennan: Yeah, where murderers feed their victims to bears.
[Brennan enters Charlie's shop, carrying the human hand in a box]
Charlie: Need a hand?
Brennan: Thanks, but I'm trying to get rid of this one.
Charlie: [grabs the form Brennan filled out] Hey, Temperance Brennan, I'm pagbaba your book. Gave me a few ideas if I ever want to kill someone and get rid of the body.
Brennan: [laughs] Don't forget, Charlie, the heroine always catches the bad guy.
Booth: Oh yeah, now that you've met Buto you're all about the inner agency cooperation.
Sheriff: Bones? Now I don't think that is any way to talk to a lady.
Hodgins: All I am saying is, why cut somebody into pieces?
Zack: Pack'em up tighter maybe, say in a suitcase.
Hodgins: How did a madala open a suitcase?
Zack: I saw a documentary once where a madala got into a car and drove away.
Hodgins: That was not a documentary, it was a cartoon.
Sherman: Did you ever hear of the bone gatherers, collecting Buto so that the dead can make their journey to the susunod world?
Brennan: Not even sure I believe in the susunod world.
Sherman: Doesn't matter what you believe in. You're a bone gatherer. That's a good thing, helping the spirits ilipat on.
Brennan: Thank you. It's probably the best job paglalarawan I will ever get.
Charlie: Do you do all the stuff the girl in your book does?
Brennan: I'm slightly uncomfortable discussing that with you.
Charlie: No, I'm not talking about the sex. I'm talking about the running and the shooting. I mean, if you do do all that other stuff that's great too, for you and, um, whoever you're doing it with.
Brennan: We don't just have a killer on our hands, we have a cannibal.
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.
[Talking sa pamamagitan ng computer web cam]
Angela: uy Booth, I have kind of a thing for tattoos. You got any?
Brennan: Angela!
Angela: I'm sorry sweetie but what's with that town? You gettin' any from that hot overnight guy?
Brennan: Ang, we're trying to work.
Angela: Is that town totally wasted on you sweetie, because I take this as a sign from God to loosen up. You know what they say, "what happens in Aurora stays in Aurora."
[Brennan and Booth in the car and Brennan is talking to Angela on the phone]
Angela: So did you catch the guy?
Brennan: No, Booth Nawawala him in the woods.
Booth: Whoa, wait a second. I didn't lose him.
Brennan: Well, you didn't catch him.
Angela: So you two have the night free?
Brennan: Yes, we can't do anything until I get a determination on that meat and Booth has to wait until it’s light to look for the guy he lost.
Booth: I didn't lose him, okay. He, uh, tell her that my flashlight died.
Brennan: She doesn't care.
Angela: What?
Booth: Give me the phone.
Brennan: [Holds phone away] It's not ligtas to drive and talk on the cell phone.
Angela: Are you two fighting?
Booth: Professional pride, tell her, please tell her that.
Brennan: Booth wants you to know that he Nawawala the guy because his flashlight died.
Booth: And because he's an Indian and he's a park ranger and he's very very familiar with the territory. Tell her that.
Brennan: Did you hear that?
Angela: Yeah, something about Indian Territory.
Brennan: Yeah, she says she understands.
[Booth has taken off his tie and unbuttoned the first couple buttons on his shirt]
Bones: What happened to your shirt?
Booth: Well, we’re in a bar, it’s a look.
Brennan: Everybody is pumping me.
Booth: I'm sorry?
Brennan: For information on the case.
Booth: Bones, they're only pretending to be interested in the case.
Brennan: Why?
Booth: They're hitting on you.
Brennan: [laughs] Are you sure?
Booth: Yes, I'm sure. You're the hottest thing this town has seen in a long time.
Angela: [to Hodgins] Did you work all night?
Hodgins: Yes, I shaved the truffle.
Angela: Is that anything like spanking the monkey?
Hodgins: I found boaring dust.
Angela: Is there any other kind?
Hodgins: Boaring dust is produced sa pamamagitan ng beetles which mean the puno the truffle grew on was infested.
Zack: That's not going to impress Toni.
Hodgins: That's not why I did it. I did it to serve justice and capture a murderous cannibal.
Angela: That'll impress the hot courier.
Hodgins: I am back in the game.
Booth: Dr. Randall, if you... can you just bite these?
Denise: And if I were your cannibal, would I have pointed out that there were human Buto in the madala after the autopsy?
Brennan: An autopsy on an animal is called a necropsy.
Denise: Yeah, there's a reason I get all the guys and you don't. [She bites down on the dental mold.] Let me tell ya, if I ate Adam there wouldn't be anything left.
Brennan: What if I have to shoot? What part of his body should I hit?
Booth: The part that isn't me. Just stay back.
Dr. Rigby: You don't understand it's a spiritual right to share the life force…
Booth: Look, you're nuts, okay, we get it. We don’t need to hear the rambling psycho speech on why you did it.
Dr. Rigby: You're an anthropologist. You know that ancient civilizations would sacrifice some in order to preserve the strength... [Brennan hits him from behind in the head with a bedpan. He goes down on the floor.]
Booth: What'd you do that for?
Brennan: Nobody wants to hear that rambling psycho speech.
Booth: A bedpan? Hmm.
Hodgins: What are you doing here?
Angela: Are you kidding? It's like watching the clash of the horny titans.
Brennan: And to think I didn't want to come here with you. I mean, this was a fascinating case. You don't often find ritual cannibalism practiced so close to home.
Booth: Which I find a plus.
Brennan: There are always those individuals within a species who are driven to break the most basic taboos. I mean, Rigby actually ate human flesh.
Booth: Bones, I just got my karneng hiniwa and eggs.
Brennan: Rigby has a prion disease, which means he’s been a cannibal for quite some time. Do you realize when we go to trial he could use the insanity defense?
Booth: The guy is nuts.
Brennan: Yes, but is he 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.
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.
Bones: 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 handprints.
Bones: You know I’m going come back up here this winter. Charlie says the pang-iski is great.
Booth: Oh, it’s Charlie?
Bones: Yeah, the overnight guy.
Booth: Yeah, I know who he is.
Bones: I bet he’s a great skier. His hips and thighs are perfectly developed for strength and maneuverability.
Booth: (disgustedly, he drops his fork) That’s it, I’m done.
Bones: What? No good? You want some mais flakes? (she holds up the spoon and tries to feed him) Want some?
Booth: No.
A Boy In a palumpong [1.5]
[Brennan is giving a lecture and has opened up the floor for questions. Booth is in the audience and stands up]
Booth: I have a tanong regarding the FBI in your book. Who do you base brilliant and insightful Special Agent Andy Lister on?
Dr. Goodman: Oh, for God's sake.
Booth: 'Cause, you know, I'm pretty sure it was me.
[Booth and Brennan approach her car, a silver Mercedes convertible.]
Booth: You gotta be kidding me.
Brennan: What? My publishers gave it to me.
Booth: Gave it to you?
Brennan: Book sales are pretty good. It's supposed to be a nice car.
Booth: Gave it to you?
Brennan: Yeah.
Booth: Well, why'd you park it crooked?
Brennan: The guy told me to always park it like that.
Booth: He's wrong. Makes you look like an idiot.
Cop: You mind if I make an observation?
Brennan: No, of course not.
Cop: In your book, the cops come off as very one-dimensional. Why is that?
Brennan: You mean two-dimensional.
Zack: One-dimensionality exists only in theory as a mathematical value.
Cop: O-kay. Really looking pasulong to your susunod book.
Brennan: Did you bring the thermal imager?
Zack: I don't think we need it. [Brennan glares at him] It makes me look like the Great Gazoo.
Brennan: Okay, I don't know what that means, but we definitely need it, Zack.
Booth: [to Zack, in the thermal imaging suit] How's it going there, Darth? Seen anything on Saturn? [to Brennan] Please tell me you've seen at least one bituin Wars movie.
Brennan: When I was seven, and leave Zack alone.
Dr. Goodman: When I sinabi you should think of this invitation as a summons I understated it. It's a subpoena, a Grand Jury subpoena. Ignore it at your own peril.
Brennan: You're not going to apoy us if we don't go.
Dr. Goodman: No, not apoy you, but I can ilipat your parking spots to lot M. Enjoy the shuttle ride.
Zack: The shuttle smells like feet.
Zack: These are the smallest remains I've ever worked on.
Brennan: That's a valid observation, Zack, but it's not helpful to the investigation.
Zack: Sorry, Dr. Brennan.
Brennan: I was at Waco. Branch Davidian compound. I helped identify children who had been killed in the fire, seventeen of them.
Zack: So you're saying I'll get used to it?
Brennan: No, I'm saying you will never get used to it. We're primates, social creatures, it's coded into our DNA to protect our young, even from each other.
Zack: So I'm always going to feel terrible?
Brennan: What helps me is to pull back emotionally. Just... put your puso in a box.
Zack: I'm not good with metaphor, Dr. Brennan.
Brennan: Focus on the details.
Zack: Details, yeah, I can do that.
Brennan: Any way to enhance it?
Angela: Well, I wouldn't bet a petsa with Colin Farrell on it.
Brennan: I know him. He's funny.
Angela: Funny is Will Ferrell, sweetie. Hot is Colin Farrell.
Brennan: I'm afraid Angela might quit.
Booth: I'm amazed she stuck it out this long.
Brennan: Why?
Booth: Well, because she's human. I'm sorry, Bones, it's just that, you know Angela didn't get the same training the rest of you got on planet Vulcan.
Booth: Whoa. He must be one of those Hodgins-es.
Zack: Who are those Hodgins-es?
Booth: I mean the Cantilever Group Hodgins.
Angela: Oh, my God.
Zack: The Same Cantilever Group that generates madami GNP than Europe?
Angela: Get this: they're the single biggest donors to the Jeffersonian Institute.
Booth: Ha! That makes Hodgins your boss!
Booth: Okay, if you can't see the guy's face, maybe you can grab a reflection.
Zack: [impressed] That's a workable idea.
Booth: Well, I'd say thanks, you know, if you didn't say it like it was some kind of miracle.
Hodgins: Chem Lab mass spectrometer identifies the particulates in Charlie Sanders' mouth as fluoride. [Brennan is staring at her computer screen] I know that look.
Brennan: What?
Hodgins: You're Pagsulat another book. When you write you get this stunned look on your face like you stuck a fork in a toaster.
Brennan: Do you remember me, Sean?
Sean Cook: You're the museum lady, the one who's so smart.
Brennan: Yeah, I'm pretty smart.
[outside the interrogation room]
Attorney: [sarcastically] And modest.
Booth: Oh, believe me, she is being modest.
Brennan: sa pamamagitan ng the way, there's a huge ding in my passenger side door because you told me not to park it at an angle.
Booth: [laughs]
Brennan: Okay, that's just mean!
Dr. Goodman: You are the best of us, Miss Montenegro. You discern humanity in the wreck of a ruined human body. You give victims back their faces, their identities, you remind us all of why we're here in the first place... because we treasure human life. [Angela tears up and hugs Dr. Goodman, Brennan walks in]
Brennan: What happened?
Zack: Apparently, all Angela needed was to hear her job paglalarawan in a deep, African-American tone.
The Man in the pader [1.6]
Angela: TGIF? You heard of that?
Brennan: Yeah, it's some kind of acronym, but my inbox is full.
Angela: We know that's not true.
Brennan: And there's a TV ipakita that needs research. Not that they listen.
Angela: We're going.
Brennan: I really should catalog that skull, its in the museums exhibit on the French Revolution.
Angela: Yeah, Pepe Le Pu is madami important then booze, and boys.
Brennan: I don't think that's his name.
Angela: We are so going to tear it up tonight.
Bones: Wait, that’s slang, right?
Angela: Right.
Bones: Is my costume alright?
Angela: Sweetie, it’s not a costume, it’s a cute outfit, and yes, it looks perfect.
[yelling over the music]
Bones: It’s so tribal.
Angela: Don’t say tribal, sweetie.
Bones: Why? Oh, because of all the black people?
[an argument has started over Bones' use of the word "tribal"]
Girl: No, fool. She's using Descartes' philosophy to say she's down with the music.
Other Girl: Who you calling a fool, fool? (fight breaks out)
Agent: Are you sure she can handle this?
Booth: Look, no one in our lab knows the first thing about dealing with a mummy. I would have had to call her in anyway.
Agent: She assaulted two agents who were trying to tape off the body.
Bones: They were trying to compromise the remains!
Agent: A ulap of Meth covered the dance floor. I think they’ve inhaled quite a lot.
Booth: Are you two high?
Angela: Only sa pamamagitan ng accident, so it doesn’t count.
[Bones is high]
Booth: You run this place, Mr. Hall, which is interesting to know, cause, you know, we found some drugs on this dead…
Bones: We found them. We found them.
Booth: Alright, we found some drugs on the dead guy. We’re going to want to know where they came from? Why he had them?
Bones: Why?
Booth: Why he had them?
Bones: Why he had them?
Hodgins: Chamomile tea? It's very soothing.
Brennan: No, I just need your results.
Hodgins: How about a stick to pry the monkey off your back?
Brennan: I grabbed a couple hours of sleep on my sopa and showered in the lab's decontamination room.
Booth: Ooh, You really know how to live.
Hall: Rulz.
Booth: What rules?
Hall: That’s his name.
Bones: You’ve never danced?
Zack: I’ve been told I look like a marionette in a wind storm.
Bones: I’m not the one who’s snippy.
Booth: "Snippy?" What are you, like, seventy?
Bones: I think you should find a nice relaxing place to go on that vacation. Somewhere where you can get a massage, maybe do some yoga.
Booth: I don’t do yoga okay, push ups, sit ups, pull ups…that’s what I do.
Booth: Why exactly are we talking about this?
Bones: Because you’re tense.
Booth: Because we’re talking.
Bones: 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.
Handler: I mean, so what, he drools a little. What’s up with that? You know, your eyes are kinda close together but I don’t comment.
Booth: I apologize.
Handler: Is he sincere?
Bones: (pauses, considers Booth) Yeah.
Handler: Alright then, we accept.
Bones: You did not murder Eve Warren.
Rulz: This is a weird kind of interrogation, huh? Cops telling me what I didn’t do.
Rulz: Mount was gonna jump.
Bones: You mean commit suicide?
Rulz: Where did you find her?
Booth: Museum.
Rulz: I mean labels, jump labels.
Booth: You know what? I’m going to spread the pain. Alright, that’s my new motto.(Booth turns and leaves. Buto chases behind him.)
Bones: Wait, I can help spread pain. Wait!
Bones: uy Booth! Don’t break the cane. Arrest him and confiscate the cane as evidence.
Booth: What?
Bones: I need the cane.
Booth: Arrest him for what? (points to bodyguard) He’s the guy who pointed a gun at a Federal agent.
Bones: Uttering threats or smelling bad or anything.
Booth: Fine, here. Randal Hall, I’m placing you under arrest for the assault of a Federal agent.
Hodgins: Because you have arms like noodles while I'm vigorous and burly.
Bones: Not Booth. Booth did not baulk.
Angela: Sweetie, it’s always the guy.
Bones: No, Booth is not a baulker.
A Man on Death Row [1.7]
Booth: Name?
Brennan: You know my name.
Booth: Bones, you are making an official request to the FBI to be allowed to carry a concealed weapon. I have to follow protocol.
Brennan: Its ridiculous.
Booth: Fine. Then we're done here. Do you want to get some coffee?
Brennan: My name is Dr. Temperance Brennan.
Booth: Reason for wanting a gun?
Brennan: To shoot people.
Booth: Not a good response.
Brennan: It's the truth.
Booth: You know, I'm Pagsulat "self defense in the performance of my duties pursuing suspected felons as contracted out to the FBI."
Brennan: So I can shoot them.
Booth: Have you ever been charged with a felony?
Brennan: Charged or convicted?
Booth: Charged.
Brennan: You know I have.
Booth: I have to ask the questions.
Brennan: Bureaucratic nonsense.
Booth: Never the less, name of the arresting officer?
Brennan: You. [Booth gives her a look.] Special Agent Seeley Booth. Do you need me to spell that for you?
Booth: I can sound it out.
Booth: You can't have a gun.
Brennan: Why not?
Booth: Because you were charged with a felony.
Brennan: Write down that you were wrong to charge me.
Booth: Oh, there's no puwang for that.
Brennan: Why did we go through all this if you were never going to give me a gun?
Booth: You have a constitutional right to apply for a weapon. I would never deny your constitutional right.
Brennan: Well uh, I need a gun.
Booth: Rules are rules.
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?
Amy: Am I interrupting?
Booth: I told them not to let you in this building. I gave them a picture.
Amy: Which is why I wore the tiny skirt.
Booth: Very cute.
Amy: You work with Booth?
Brennan: Yes, I'm a forensic anthropologist.
Amy: I'm a defense lawyer. I tend to work against Booth.
Booth: If it's all the same, I'd prefer you two didn't bond in any way.
[Hodgins and Zack are racing beetles]
Hodgins: What if they get mixed up?
Zack: I can tell them apart. [points to one] That's Jeff and [points to the other] that's Ollie. I win.
Hodgins: What? Wha... That one was mine!
Zack: You had Jeff. I had Ollie, Ollie won and you owe me a buck.
Hodgins: You want in on the action Angela?
Angela: No, thank you. I'm going to go have sex.
Angela: You sure you don't wanna come? Troy can call a friend.
Brennan: [looking at bones] I've been waiting months for these. It's a partial skeleton from southern France. It's...
Angela: You know the whole point of the week, is the weekend. This is not the cabaret, my friend. Life is the cabaret. Come to the cabaret. [Brennan stares at her] It's like describing the moon to a mole.
Booth: [notices the beetles] Okay, our tax dollars hard at work.
Hodgins: Yeah, what's break time at the FBI, book burning?
Angela: Look at this guy. He's cuter than a monkey with a puppy.
Booth: uy Bones, what are you doing this weekend?
Brennan: I have plans.
Booth: Come on, I'm serious.
Brennan: Between your girlfriend the corporate lawyer and the defense lawyer on the side, your weekend must be completely booked. What is your thing with lawyers?
Booth: Uh, look seven years ago, a seventeen taon old girl, April Wright, was found beaten to death in a federal park. Okay? Amy is just trying to stop the guy who did it from being executed.
Brennan: So I guess we're not pursuing your lawyer obsession.
Brennan: Let's see if these shadows are bone fragments or something else.
Booth: Like what?
Brennan: Let's pretend we're objective scientists and not indulge in conjecture.
Brennan: Zack, get a driver to take you over to Greenbelt Park. I want you to take pictures of the area where the body was, ground covering, paved areas.
Booth: Why does he need a driver?
Zack: [embarrassed] I can't drive.
Booth: You’re a genius who can’t drive?
Zack: If you know what I know about con-structural design, you wouldn’t drive either.
[The phone starts ringing in the lab and Hodgins picks it up]]
Hodgins: Hodgins.
Zack: [on other end of phone] Most trecondi codes have a complex numerical cypher.
Hodgins: That's a fun factoid Zack, thank you.
Zack: 12402510221, that's the number they found on the victim.
Hodgins: Well, you’re the one with the photographic memory. I'm the one that's good with the ladies.
Troy: Hey? So uh, what exactly do they do here? Ah, I thought Angela was an artist.
Hodgins: She is. We do mostly forensic identification and reconstruction of discorporated remains. My specialty is entomology and particulates. Have you ever seen maggots? I just got these in.
Angela: Do not talk to him. Wait in the lounge, baby. It’s up those stairs right over there. Don’t talk to anybody.
Amy: So, you seeing each other?
Brennan: Who?
Amy: You and Booth.
Brennan: No. No, we're... we're working together.
Amy: Cause I'm picking up a bit of a sex vibe.
Brennan: No, that's tension. He has a girlfriend.
Amy: Tall, blonde, beautiful?
Brennan: Lawyer.
Amy: Figures... should've jumped him when I had the chance.
Brennan: You’re really interested in Booth?
Amy: You aren’t?
Brennan: No.
Amy: Well then why are you helping him?
Brennan: Because he asked me. He sinabi please.
Amy: Come on, you think he's hot?
Brennan: No, not at all. This is a very interesting case.
Amy: Booth did say you had some kind of mania for the truth.
Brennan: Mania as in maniac?
Amy: I'm not sure he meant it as a bad thing, [Brennan stares at her] which obviously is how you're taking it.
Brennan: There was doubt. We had an obligation to respect that doubt. We all share in the death of every human being.
Booth: Very poetic.
Brennan: No, very literal. We all share DNA. When I look at a bone it's not some artifact that I can separate from myself. It's a part of a person who got here the same way I did. It should never be easy to take someone's life. I don't care who it is.
The Girl in the Fridge [1.8]
Brennan: Angela, is this conversation really appropriate here?
Angela: Sorry, but I'm into alive people.
Zack: (excitedly) The Anthropology Journal is publishing our piece on the Coronals suture.
Brennan: Worthy interruption. (Zack offers his fist to her, she looks confused)
Zack: You're supposed to bump my fist with yours.
Brennan: Why?
Zack: I'm told it's a widely acknowledged gesture of mutual success. (Puts his fist down)
Angela: I pag-ibig it when you two impersonate earthlings.
Hodgins: Okay, now, this is weird. There's some guy in the lounge who asked me to give you this. (Hands a box to Brennan)
Angela: Is he alive? Because this is an excellent start to a relationship.
Hodgins: I didn't put a mirror under his nose or anything. (To Brennan) He sinabi that you'd know who he was when you opened it. (Brennan opens the package, inspects the contents, then hurries out of the room)
Angela: Okay, a guy that gets her to stop working? This I have to see. (Angela leaves the room, quickly followed sa pamamagitan ng Hodgins and Zack)
Brennan: So why are you here?
Michael: George Washington unibersidad wants to talk to me about heading their Anthropology department.
Brennan: They'd be lucky to get you.
Michael: I assume they tried you first.
Brennan: I already had a job.
Hodgins: (Referring to Brennan and her gentleman caller) It's like watching cars mate.
Angela: It's got to be Michael. Stires. Her Forensic Anthropology professor from Northwestern. They were...
Hodgins: Very, very close? (Angela nods)
Zack: Dr. Brennan is my Forensic Anthropology professor. Does that mean -
Angela and Hodgins: (firmly, shaking their heads) No.
Zack: (to himself, trying to draw a logical conclusion) If she was his student, and I'm her student, then it follows...
Hodgins: Ain't gonna happen, Zack-O, not in this universe.
Brennan: (smiling) Not tonight. I have a dinner.
Booth:: (surprised) What? Wow. I just assumed that the two of you would be eating off an autopsy table.
Hodgins: Using a refrigerator to hide a body...kinda perfect isn't it?
Zack: A good way to remove the victim without being detected. The rubber gaskets selyo in the odor.
Angela: Maybe the company should use that in their ads.
(Zack and Hodgins approach Michael like protective older brothers)
Hodgins: (arms crossed) You were Brennan’s professor?
Michael: She was twenty-three, an adult.
Hodgins: That’s what Clinton said.
Zack: You run through a lot of students?
Michael: That was a long time nakaraan and Tempe was very advanced, madami a colleague than a student.
Zack: I'm a pretty advanced student.
Michael: No offense, but I'm not interested.
Zack: No, uh, I meant me and her...
Hodgins: (laughs and bumps Zack's shoulder) Burn!
Angela: Where did you go to hapunan last night?.
Brennan: We wound up staying in. We need to know if that amount was accrued over time or was delivered in one large dose.
Angela: (delighted) You didn't come back to the lab, did you?
Michael: I made frittata.
Angela: (impressed) Oh, wow, he cooks too. Can we share him?
Booth: You know, when the regular stuff, when it gets old, you need to spice it up or it's over. The sex is good you don't need any help.
Brennan: (smirking to herself) Yeah, that's for sure.
Booth: Sorry?
Brennan: I was agreeing.
Booth: Yeah, well, don't. It kinda freaks me out.
Brennan: I was just saying that I myself feel not inclination towards pain or dominance when it comes to sex.
Booth: Are you sure?
Brennan: Yeah, I'm sure.
Booth: 'Cause you can be very bossy.
(She swats him with a crop from the evidence box)
Brennan:(triumphantly) Her legs were bound.
Zach: There are erosion patterns from the Buto rubbing together over time.
Booth: If this were the result of sex games, then the legs, they wouldn't be bound together. (Michael looks back at him skeptically) Oh, come on, you know? Lookin' for a little nooky, the last thing you tie together are the legs.
Booth: Bones. The judge is holding them without bail. The US attorney is thinking about sending you flowers.
Brennan: Facts are facts.
Booth: Uh, Bones, I have to ask - how much have you been sharing with, uh, the professor?
Brennan: (indignant) None of your business.
Booth: I mean on the case.
Booth: Bones, you okay?
Brennan: Why wouldn't I be?
Booth: Oh, 'cause the nutty professor's graded your paper. What'd give you, anyway? I was always happy with a B.
Brennan: I never got a B, and I never will.
Booth: That's my girl.
Jury Consultant: Juries don't like you.
Brennan: Excuse me?
Jury Consultant: I've seen you testify before, Dr. Brennan. You come off as cold and aloof. I want to make sure -
Brennan: Cold and aloof?
Jury Consultant: Try not interrupting, it makes you sound arrogant. Also, don't front load your testimony with technical crap.
Booth: (shaking his head warningly at the Jury Consultant) Look, this really is not the best approach.
Brennan: How I feel doesn't matter. My job doesn't depend on it.
Levitt: But it's informed sa pamamagitan ng it. Are you as cold and unfeeling as you seem?
Brennan: I see a face on every skull. I can look at their Buto and tell you how they walked, where they hurt. Maggie Schilling is real to me. The pain she suffered was real. Her hip was being eaten away sa pamamagitan ng infection from lying on her side. Sure, like Dr. Stires said, the disease could contribute to that if you take it out of context, but you can’t break Maggie Schilling down into little pieces. She was a whole person who fought to free herself. Her wrists were broken from struggling against the handcuffs. The Buto in her ankles were ground together because her feet were tied, and her side, her hip, and her shoulder were being eaten away sa pamamagitan ng infection, and the madami she struggled, the madami pain she was in, so they gave her those drugs to keep her quiet. They gave her so much it killed her. These facts can’t be ignored or dismissed because you think I’m boring or obnoxious, because I don’t matter. What I feel doesn’t matter. Only she matters, only Maggie.
The Man in the Fallout Shelter [1.9]
Brennan: I don’t like Secret Santa. The idea that we are forced sa pamamagitan ng convention to exchange meaningless gifts is…
Angela: Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. If you rearrange Secret Santa though, you get Secret Satan.
Brennan: What possible meaning could that have?
Angela: I’ve already had an eggnog, if you can’t tell. Now, how am I going to enjoy this party knowing that my best friend in the whole world is in the lab, eyeball to eyeball, with Skeletor?
Brennan: Who?
Brennan: Booth, will you escort Angela to the pasko party and make sure she doesn’t photocopy her butt?
Brennan: I thought that you were at the party.
Booth: Oh, that wasn’t a party, that was a bituin Wars convention.
Angela: Hey, whose fault is this?
Hodgins: Who forced me to go to the party where I drank too much and had to hide from Crystal?
Angela: Who never should have cut into a bone with a drunken fool in the room?
Zack: Who brought us human remains just to ditch a little paper work?
Booth: Oh, wait, you’re saying this is my fault?
Dr. Goodman: You knew Dr. Brennan could not resist.
Brennan: Well, I would have been able to resist if I was in Niger, where I wanted to be.
Booth: What are those little tiny lights dancing on the ceiling?
Dr. Goodman: For the third time, those are minuto firings of neurons on your optic nerve due to your reaction to the anti-fungal cocktail.
Booth: Wow, whoa. They’re beautiful.
Dr. Goodman: (laughs) You are stoned, Agent Booth.
Angela: It’s all so tragic. A cheap wedding ring sewn into his suit, two tickets to Paris, it makes you wonder who was the girl. Can you imagine what it was like for her, waiting and wondering never knowing what happened?
Brennan: I don’t have to imagine.
Booth: Bones, it’s after midnight. Hmm? pasko Eve Day. Both an eve and a day, it’s a pasko miracle.
Brennan: Still enjoying your medication, I see.
Booth: You don’t seem too upset about missing Christmas.
Brennan: Indications are that Christ, if he existed, was born in late spring and the celebration of his birth was shifted to coincide with the pagan right of the winter solace so that early Christians weren’t persecuted.
Booth: What are you, like, the pasko killer?
Brennan: It’s the truth.
Booth: No it sounds like the truth because it’s so rational, right? But the… you know, the true truth is you hate pasko so you just spout out all these facts and you ruin it for everyone else.
Brennan: I ruin the true truth with facts?
Angela: Alright, we need a way to choose our Secret Santa’s.
Zack: I could build a walang tiyak na layunin generator.
Dr. Goodman: Wouldn’t it be better to match complimentary people in a premeditated manner?
Hodgins: I’ve got five numbers in my head and five letters. You tell me the number and I’ll tell you the matching letter.
Dr. Goodman: Are the letter sequential or are the numbers sequential?
Hodgins: Sequential, we'll go in order oldest to youngest.
Zack: Six.
Hodgins: There’s no six.
Dr. Goodman: A through E and 1 through 5?
Booth: (holds out a canister with their names written out on slips on paper in front of them) Just pick a name and if you get your own put it back in.
Dr. Goodman: Oh. That could work.
Hodgins: Yeah that’s good.
Angela: Good idea.
Brennan: Anthropologically speaking, gifts are a way of asserting dominance in a group. Now imagine an entire holiday devoted to self promotion, especially in this materialistic culture. How can you expect me to get behind that? How can you get behind that?
Booth: Wow, that’s…that’s deep. It’s a very deep pile of crap.
Brennan: You came to me with information this morning, a peace offering, but it was to make you feel better not me, proves my point. (points to picture) Any idea what this is?
Booth: No.
Brennan: Me neither, try Dr. Goodman.
Booth: You know Bones, you make it very very hard for me to be nice to you.
Hodgins: Puperia showed Lionel had valley fever.
Brennan: We sorta knew that.
Hodgins: Wow, was that a shot? Because I apologized. I mean, Goodman doesn’t get to see his family. Zack doesn’t get to see his family. Booth doesn’t get to see his son. At least I’m an accidental Grinch; with all due respect, you’re the Grinch on purpose.
Brennan: I have no idea what you are saying to me.
Hodgins: The Grinch is a relatively well known creation of a children’s may-akda named Dr. Seuss.
Brennan: I’m not really who you want to talk to about…Booth has a kid?
Hodgins: You didn’t know?
Brennan: No.
Hodgins: I wasn’t the one who told you.
Dr. Goodman: The girlfriend was in trouble.
Angela: Pregnant in trouble?
Hodgins: Ooh, apparently Careful Lionel wasn’t so careful.
Booth: Marry a pregnant girl in Oklahoma in the late fifties.
Dr. Goodman: Do you suppose Lionel came up here to procure an abortion?
Angela: You know what? This isn’t a very pasko Eve-type story.
Brennan: Of course it is, the whole Christ myth has been built upon the derails of an unwed mother.
Booth: Okay, could we just stop bringing up the whole Christ myth thing? Some people believe it is madami than just a myth.
Brennan: Well, who besides you?
Dr. Goodman: That would be me Dr. Brennan. I’m a deacon at my church.
Angela: I do, pasko and Easter, anyway.
Hodgins: Although I believe organized religion is just another political movement designed to control the masses, it doesn’t mean God doesn’t pag-ibig me.
Zack: Hey, I’m a rationalist empiricist all the way. Unless you talk to my mother. Then I’m Lutheran.
Angela: You have to find the girl and tell her what you know. Don’t you see? You can give her the answer that you never got.
Brennan: Wha…Angela.
Angela: I’m sorry, sweetie, but it’s true. You have a chance here.
Brennan: To say what? "Merry Christmas, Ivy Gillespie. Your fiancé was murdered and your life was ruined but hey, at least you get to know what happened to him."
Angela: Don’t you wish somebody had sinabi that to you?
Brennan: Yes. (she gets up and leaves)
Booth: You just gave somebody the best pasko gift they could ever get. Who’s the secret Santa now?
Brennan: Stop. (her voice activates the robot laying on the counter susunod to Booth. It starts doing push-ups. Booth looks at it)
Booth: Ooh. (laughs) That weirdo assistant of yours just made me the coolest dad in the world.
The Woman at the Airport [1.10]
Brennan: (to Zack) X-rays, pictures, we’re going to do this without touching the actual skeleton as much as possible.
Zack: Kid gloves?
Brennan: Latex should be alright. (pauses) Zack, were you being metaphoric?
Zack: I decided to give it a shot. Which is also metaphoric.
(Brennan’s office. She walks in and sees Booth sitting at her desk.)
Brennan: I need a receptionist. I can’t just have anybody waltzing in here.
Brennan: I can’t go to Los Angeles. I have an Iron Age warrior to authenticate.
Booth: Iron Age warrior, when was the Iron Age?
Brennan: Fifteen hundred years ago.
Booth: Fresh body bits, just a little madami urgent.
Brennan: You do realize there are a lot madami fresh bodies then there are perfect specimens from the Iron Age?
Booth: You know when you say things like that, it’s just to bug me, right?
(Rodeo Drive, Beverly Hills, CA. Booth is driving a blue mabangis na kabayo convertible.)
Brennan: This car doesn’t feel very FBI-y.
Booth: Bones, this is a nineteen sixty-six mustang. It’s a classic and what goes better than that with the FBI?
Brennan: How come on the rental agreement under "model," you made the guy write sedan?
Booth: C’mon. We’re in California. (puts his arm behind her shoulders.) Look, palm trees.
Brennan: You know, I like to drive sometimes.
Booth: Look, our contact out her is Special Agent Trisha Finn.
Brennan: I’m an excellent driver.
Booth: Okay, Rainman.
Brennan: I don’t know what that means.
Booth: I’m always gonna drive. You know that, right? Me behind the wheel and you over there on the grandma side.
Brennan: I’m not above telling Deputy Director Cullen what kind of car you rented. (cut to Brennan driving)
Hodgins: Look, there’s no bugs on him, haven’t been for over a thousand years.
Dr. Goodman: There may be spores and pollens, correct?
Hodgins: Probably not.
Dr. Goodman: Dozen of species of pollens have been discovered from the crustaceous era. How long nakaraan was that?
Zack: (raises hand) Sixty-five million years. (Hodgins glares at him.) That was a pretty good comeback.
Hodgins: We all know that you’re going to say, "I’m unable to authenticate with confidence."
Zack: Why would he do that?
Hodgins: When you declare something authentic, you run the risk of being proven wrong. That doesn’t happen if you equivocate. As head of the Jeffersonian, Dr. Goodman will place the reputation of the institution over everything else.
Dr. Goodman: I’m an archaeologist. My findings will be congruent with the facts.
Hodgins: With all due respect, you used to be an archaeologist. (Hodgins and Dr. Goodman glare at each other)
Zack: I have no idea what’s going on between you two right now.
Dr. Goodman: His Buto madala the marks of battle. His weapons are of good quality, well used. He’s old for a warrior, yet how did he die Mr. Addy?
Zack: Looks like tuberculosis.
Dr. Goodman: A proud man. Not the ending he would have wanted, yet he was surrounded sa pamamagitan ng family and friends, a good death. (Hodgins looks up at the ceiling and rolls his eyes, annoyed.)
Hodgins: Oh, please. Now you’re describing a scene from Lord of the Rings.
Booth: Okay guys, let’s turn our attention back to the murder victim. I’d like to go pay a visit to Dr. Boobs.
Finn: Why? If implants were stolen from him, he won’t know anything.
Booth: Because it’s the only lead that we’ve got, Finn, and leads are great for screenplays, or even, say, if you’re actually working a real case.
Zack: I have something for you.
Angela: (sighs) Is it chocolate?
Zack: No.
Angela: Then I find my interest has flagged.
Zack: This is the type of situation where someone says, "Oh, my God."
Hodgins: Pretend you're a person and say it.
Zack: Oh, my God.
The Woman in the Car [1.11]
Stacy: I’m Stacy Goodyear and joining me on 'Wakeup DC' is Dr. Temperance Brennan. She’s the may-akda of the best selling mystery novel, 'Bred in the Bone' and she’s also…now tell me if I get this wrong…an anthropologist who works with the FBI to solve crimes?
Brennan: Yes, that’s correct. I use the Buto of people who have been murdered or burned or blown up or eaten sa pamamagitan ng mga hayop or insects or just decomposed.
Stacy: Well, that’s exciting. Um, Dr. Brennan, your book has sold over three hundred thousand copies. How do you juggle twin careers as a best selling may-akda and crime fighting scientist?
Brennan: Well I do one, then the other.
Pickering: Didn’t I see you on telebisyon this morning, Dr. Brennan?
Brennan: How could I possibly know what you watched on television? (she sees Booth and starts to walk over to him) Booth, I have to talk to you.
Pickering: Yeah, it was definitely her.
(Talking about Brennan's TV interview)
Brennan: Okay, what did I do wrong?
Booth: Maybe susunod time tell a funny story. Oh, never say you don’t like children.
Brennan: I didn’t say I don’t like children. I just sinabi I don’t want any.
Booth: On TV that’s the same thing.
Brennan: You arrest someone really small lately? Car upuan in the back.
Booth: Oh, I had Parker for the weekend.
Brennan: I don’t know how you do that.
Booth: Install a car upuan in an FBI vehicle?
Brennan: Bring a kid into this world knowing what you know. I’ll bet Parker was an accident, right? Because his mother wouldn’t marry you? (Booth laughs and shakes his head) What?
Booth: It never occurred to you that that might be a sensitive topic.
Brennan: Well you could have gone with the very small felon story.
Booth: I’m better for Parker being in the world. Someday you will see that.
Brennan: No I won’t.
Booth: You’ll change your mind.
Brennan: Ah, I don’t do that.
Booth: You will.
Cullen: Well, at least nobody got shot. Probably cause she didn’t have a gun.
Pickering: When was the last time you saw your husband?
Angela: My husband?
Pickering: Yes.
Angela: Oh. (laughs) Oh. (chuckles) Wow, you mean that actually took? Really, it didn’t seem legal. We were in Fiji. You know, there was a apoy dance. You know how those things can be, right?
Pickering: I really don’t, Miss Montenegro.
Angela: Right.
Booth: You know the ear you found? There’s no way it’s her own ear, right?
Brennan: How could it be her own ear?
Booth: That’s what I’m saying.
Brennan: What?
Booth: It’s definitely not her ear.
Brennan: How could she bite off her own ear?
Hodgins: Okay, okay, so you’re telling me that my toe chewing moron cousin was appointed to a secret post in a secret part of the government you can’t tell me about so you compiled a secret dossier on me, but I’m the one who’s paranoid.
Pickering: We don’t use the word dossier.
Hodgins: What was the finding? I…I still work here so…
Pickering: Harmless.
Hodgins: Harmless? I’m harmless?
Pickering: Yes, you do not pose a viable threat.
Hodgins: Well that’s just insulting.
Pickering: If you want me to interview you, I will, but I will only discover what we already know. You are benign.
Hodgins: I am not benign, lady. I’m not harmless. I’m malignant! I’m a loaded cannon…
Pickering: Thank you Dr. Hodgins. (she walks away)
Hodgins: I know things that would curdle your blood including a formula that literally curdles blood!
Pickering: Could we start please?
Zack: Anytime, I can do two things at once.
Pickering: Mr. Addy, I require your full attention.
Zack: No you don’t, but I’ll give it to you.
Pickering: What I need to do here is to establish that you are not a threat to the security of this country.
Zack: I’m getting a degree in Forensic Anthropology. I’m half way through another in Engineering. What are you afraid I will do? Build a race of criminal robots that will destroy the earth?
Pickering: Do you have that kind of pantasiya often?
Zack: Very often.
Pickering: Does it concern you that such adolescent thoughts are a sign of emotional retardation?
Zack: I’ve been told. I’m working on it.
Pickering: Can you understand why that concerns us?
Zack: Not really.
Pickering: Hypothetically, you have a piece of information…
Zack: Secret and meaningful information?
Pickering: Yes, and the security of the country's at stake; can I bribe you to give it to me?
Zack: No.
Pickering: Threaten you?
Zack: No.
Pickering: What if I made a reasonable rational argument, very persuasive?
Zack: Merely persuasive?
Pickering: Irrefutable. I make an irrefutable argument as to why you should give me this piece of information. Would you do so?
Zack: Not without checking with Dr. Brennan or Angela first, see what they said, maybe Agent Booth if he would talk to me. He probably wouldn’t. I'd check with Dr. Hodgins but he’d say it was all part of some conspiracy... so I must only take his payo on women. Four hundred and eighty volts…three hundred and fifty amps.
Pickering: I beg your pardon?
Zack: It's sorta secret information. I probably shouldn’t tell you. Any other questions? Good.
Booth: The material witness for a specially convened grand jury and you Nawawala him?
Weeks: The guy's pretty smart, genius level. Do you have any idea what it is like to interact with those types of people?
Booth: Yeah, a little.
Brennan: You just told me not to jump to a conclusion.
Booth: No offense intended.
Brennan: No, you were right! It’s just I usually get to tell you.
Booth: Well, our relationship has taken a whole new turn.
Booth: Alright, Zack! Zack! This guy Decker, he’s like you. He’s in the whole stratosphere IQ wise.
Zack: What's his IQ?
Booth: It's 163.
Brennan: Oh, he's not where Zack is.
Zack: If he's in the stratosphere, I'm in the ionosphere.
Decker: Look, analytically, I understand that many lives outweigh the one, but I cannot trade my son's life.
Weeks: Have you considered that sa pamamagitan ng not testifying your wife will have died in vain?
Cullen: Shut it, Weeks. If you people had protected Mr. Decker and his family properly, we wouldn’t even be here.
Pickering: Can you tell me what you were doing in Cuba?
Brennan: Only if you tell me first.
Pickering: I beg your pardon?
Brennan: I don't know your security clearance.
Pickering: Well what is your security clearance?
Brennan: You should check with the state department.
Pickering: I'm from the state department.
Brennan: Then that should make it easy for you.
Brennan: Why don't we ever take my car?
Booth: Do you have bullet proof vests in the trunk?
Brennan: No.
Booth: That's why.