Angela: Did you work all night?
Hodgins: Yes, I shaved the truffle.
Angela: Is that anything like spanking the monkey?
Hodgins: I found boring dust.
Angela: Is there any other kind?
Hodgins: Boring dust is produced by beetles, which means the tree 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.

Angela: For once can you just pretend that you're the girl?
Brennan: Why is everyone so anxious for me to be a girl?

Angela: Four years ago Jared's girlfriend was a hooker?
Brennan: An escort. I believe in the hierarchy of prostitution, an escort ranks equal to high class call girl.
Angela: And now she teaches grade school?
Brennan: Mm-hmm. I don't see any other injuries that could be cause of death. Apparently the rule is, once a sex worker always a sex worker.
Angela: You know, it really would have been better if Booth never ran her record.
Brennan: He said it was my influence. That it was the rational thing to do.
Angela: No, sweetie, he's rationalizing. Which makes what he did irrational, because he's rationalizing that Jared can't make rational decisions for himself. You do the same thing all the time. Maybe that's what he learned from you.

Angela: God, Etruscan burial crypts are so boring.
Hodgins: Oh man, I know. I mean silt profiles?!...you know what we need.
Angela: A murder investigation

Angela: Hate is easier to deal with than love, especially disappointed love.

Angela: Have I ever told you how wonderful your voice is? It's like hot tea and honey. Any child with a father who has a voice like yours is just --
Hodgins: Have I ever told you how good you smell, and how soft your skin is, and how every time you take my hand I feel your whole life vibrating with mine?

Angela: Have you ever noticed that a sunset looks more beautiful when you share it with someone that you care about?
Brennan: No, I haven't, but I'll pay better attention next time.

Angela: He does have a terrific ass
Brennan: Oh, perhaps that's why you're always making him leave [smiles] [Angela smirks and nods]

Angela: Hey Brennan, I'd like to ask you a favor. Well, it's not so much ask a favor as, as, as extend an honor. I mean, I hope you see it as an honor and you don't think of it as some onerous duty, which I don't think you will, but then again I've never done this before, and of course--
Brennan: Angela, just ask.
Angela: Will you be my maid of honor? [Brennan looks close to tears] At the wedding? [Brennan hugs her] Is that yes?
Brennan: I'm completely, totally honored.
Angela: Really? I thought I'd have to tell you what a maid of honor--
Brennan: I don't even care how awful the bridesmaids' dresses are. I'm so glad you asked me.

Angela: Hey! How could you not tell me you were on a date when I texted you?
Brennan: It was just drinks!
Angela: Celibate. Seeking crumbs. Spill.
Brennan: He's Booth's boss's boss. His name is Andrew.
Angela: Wait, this is his boss's boss? Was Booth upset?
Brennan: Yes. I don't know why.
Angela: Brennan, this could screw up the natural order of things, and Booth wishes that you were going out with him.
Brennan: I drink with him all the time, but with Andrew there is the potential for sex.
Angela: And not with Booth?

Angela: Hey, do you aliens use any weapons resembling a...
Zack: A broadsword?
Hodgins: How about a lightsaber?
Zack: No. Those can cut through any known substance. The victim would've been completely dismembered.

Angela: Hey, I used the measurements of the injuries, drawing different scenarios on possible weapons.
Clark: [looking at Angela's outfit] And you did this while jogging?
Angela: Well yeah, I was..burning off a little of my extra desires on my way to work...sweet-pea.
Clark: Sweet-pea's an inappropriate workplace moniker
Angela: Don't worry Clark, I won't eat you...Not that I'm not tempted.[smiles]

Angela: Hodgins asked me out.
Brennan: Is that why you're hiding in here?
Angela: I'm not hiding. I need advice.
Brennan: What -- on a personal matter?
Angela: Yes.
Brennan: From me?
Angela: Yes.
Brennan: But romance is sort of... This is like me asking you advice on phylogenetic systematics.
Angela: Phylogenetic systematics. I have no idea what that is.
Brennan: Exactly.

Angela: 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?

Angela: How could anybody do this to themselves?
Hodgins: You know, 900 B.C., the Greek ruler Theseus had two men sit in chairs and beat each other to death for entertainment.
(Cam and Angela just stare at Hodgins)
Hodgins: Just saying, it's nothing new.