Brennan: Why do the FBI always stick their morgues in the most depressing basement they can find?
Booth: Don't be such a snob, Bones, okay? Not everyone gets to play in a multi-million dollar lab, you know... with skylights.
Brennan: It's because as a society we feel the need to hide death away. The people who deal with death are viewed as freaks.

Brennan: You stayed up all night?
Angela: Yes.
Brennan: Is that good for the baby?
Angela: Well, what he doesn't know, doesn't hurt him, right?

Brennan: Your fluidity makes it appear that you have no bones, and I am an expert on bones, so I find that very impressive.
Russell: Well, thank you. I take that as a great compliment while being intimidated by law enforcement.

Brennan: "He who smelt it, dealt it."
Booth: How do you even know that phrase?

Brennan: (about Hannah) Is it serious between you?
Booth: Serious as a heart attack.
Brennan: Heart attacks are very serious.
Booth: Yes, they are. Very serious.

Brennan: (about her and Booth's trips) Perhaps it's all for the best.
Angela: You two at opposite ends of the world? I don't- I don't think so.

Brennan: (about Richardson) He didn't kill her.
Booth: No, but he ran. How do you just cut your family out of your life like that?
Brennan: What about Abraham?
Booth: You're gonna throw religion in my face right now?
Brennan: I thought you find answers in what you believe.
Booth: Well, that's the one Bible story that I just don't like. I mean, God commands Abraham to kill his own son and he does.
Brennan: Abraham does not kill Isaac.
Booth: But old Ab, he had the intention.
Brennan: I thought what he had was faith.
Booth: Look, I have faith. But if God himself came down, pointed at Parker and said I want you to, you know, that ain't gonna happen.
'Brennan: God's messenger stopped Abraham?
Booth: Yeah. You know, grabbed his hand the last second right before the knife was about to go in.
Brennan: Ok, then the lesson I would learn from this myth -
Booth: Myth?
Brennan: Fits the definition.
Booth: Ok, fine.
Brennan: That when it comes to your children your love has to be absolute. The messenger represents goodness, what you know to be right, ergo you have to remain open to what you know is true.
Booth: (smiles) Are you sure you're not religious?
Brennan: Science all the way.
Booth: Science all the way.
Brennan: Hey, even an empiricist can have a heart, Booth.

Brennan: (about their living arrangement) We're still arguing about it. I want at least an acre of land, and he wants something called a man cave.
Booth: Wait, really? Really. You really want to get him involved?
Brennan: He asked a question.
Booth: Just tell him that it's crazy for him to carry a gun, that's all.
Brennan: But it is not.
Booth: It is.
Sweets: (to Brennan) Thank you.
Brennan: At the very least, he could draw fire away from you and get shot himself, which would reduce the likelihood of me becoming a single parent.
Sweets: We, we, we don't have to go through every eventuality.
Booth: You're not getting a gun.
Sweets: Then I'll make sure you don't get a man cave.
Booth: You're not going to get a gun.
Sweets: Well, then, you won't get a man cave.

Brennan: (after booth has won the fight) So much for my Has Been Army fighter.

Brennan: (Asking Monte about his trip from Ft. Lauderdale to Daytona) Any girls ride with you?
Monte: As much as I hate to disappoint you, uh...fact is I'm not entertaining like I used to.
Sully: (Sarcastically) Aahh, getting too old to exploit little drunk girls?
Monte: You seen the videos? They exploit themselves.

Brennan: (referring to her shoes) how does anyone actually walk in these things?
Booth: Oh you know them boots they ain't made for walking sweetheart (slaps Brennan's butt)
Brennan: Okay that was completely over the top.

Brennan: (Booth is walking around the lab table, staring) Booth?
Booth: Hey Bones, I'm thinking here.
Brennan: Thinking about what, exactly?
Cam: Well, it's a pickle. The platform's a crime scene, but we need to access it to investigate the crime.
Angela: A "cake and eat it too" situation.
Zack: Is it a cake or a pickle?
Hodgins: It's Schrödinger's Cat.
Zack: That I understand. Cakes and pickles meant nothing to me.

Brennan: (entering the suspect's house and finding a dog they encountered earlier) Oh great! Him again. I don't have a pine cone.
Booth: (pulls his gun and advances on the dog) Listen dog, I will shoot you in the head if you don't cut it out right now! (dog stops barking and heels)

Brennan: (opening the tornado cover door) You lied to me! I could have missed this!

Brennan: [About the chalice, a possible murder weapon] Can we take this, or do we need to serve a warrant on God?