Angela: How do you deal with the fear?
Brennan: I have this. [takes out huge gun from her purse]
Angela: Oh, my God! That thing is huge. Whoa, wow, that's like movie huge.
[Booth enters.]
Booth: Where the hell did you get that?
Brennan: The mall.
Booth: [incredulously] The mall?
Brennan: Yeah. It's pretty big, right? Bigger than the one you have. [Angela chuckles]
Booth: Excuse me. It's not the size that matters. It's how you use it.
Brennan: Well, I think size is pretty important.
Booth: The point is that you shouldn't have a gun in the first place.
Angela: If you do have one, bigger is always better.
Booth: You're not helping.
Angela: Right. Yeah, this does seem like a private conversation.

Angela: I can't fight or shoot a gun; but if something bad happens, I can spit with deadly accuracy.

Angela: I knew it was a gator. Brennan told me it was a gator. And yet ... wow.
Hodgins: Definitely confirms one thing. We have the coolest jobs ever.
(Brennan is in Florida talking on the phone to Booth who is in Washington)

Angela: I know about this hypnotism thing. I was a magician's assistant at a little gypsy carnival in Brazil.
Cam: Now that's an opening line.
Angela: Ugh. Mysterio was really cute, and I was younger then, and... the whole being sawed in half thing was actually kinda hot.

Angela: I mean, this is a computer chip. You can program it.
Brennan: Which suggests you can program the bullet.
Angela: Yeah, which means we're looking at something from the future.
Brennan: Time travel is physically impossible.
'Angela: Yeah, but so is a bullet that you can program like a computer. Like we didn't have it bad enough with the old kind.

Angela: I'm pretty sure any day the Guinness people are gonna come and measure me.
Hodgins: You look beautiful.
Angela: Yeah, for a water buffalo.

Angela: Is it true that you were crying at the crime scene?
Brennan: Only as a result of increased hormonal output, not at sadness at the victim's death.
Wendell: Probably chorionic gonadotropin.
Brennan: Exactly.
Wendell: Still, I mean, you crying. I would have loved to see that.
Brennan: Why?
Angela: It's sort of like an eclipse. It doesn't happen that often.
Brennan: Booth took a picture of me, but since I have a picture of him cooking an omelet naked he agreed never to show it to anyone.
Wendell: Smart move.
Angela: I'm sorry. Naked? Wow. Okay, listen, I am your best friend, so I think I should take a peek at that.

Angela: It's a strange place for two people in love to end up.
Hodgins: What, a forensics lab?
Angela: No a squat in an abandoned pipe factory.
Hodgins: Right, yeah, right...

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.

Angela: Let's talk revenge, bloodlust.
Brennan: The cathartic release we are looking for can only be achieved when we successfully gather enough evidence to neutralize the person or persons responsible for putting Booth in the hospital.
Zack: Neutralize can mean either kill or arrest?
Brennan: Yes, it can mean either.

Angela: Listen, you're allowed to make life changes without, picking a fight with your old life.
Brennan: But I need a break from that life. I'm worried all the time. Worried that Booth might get hurt on a case and I couldn't prevent it, worried ... about what our, partnership means ...
Angela: So you want to get away from Booth?
Brennan: No, it's just (pauses) I just need some perspective so that I can view my life with some objectivity.

Angela: Look, I... I know you needed help out there... at the crime scene. And I wanted to... but...
Brennan: It's okay. You see it. I don't anymore. I don't know what's worse.

Angela: Maybe he dissolved himself so there'd be more of him to go around... I'm going to hell, aren't I?
Hodgins: I'll save you a seat.

Angela: Oh! Yeah..we hate men
Hodgins: I gotta go..now
[Angela looked at Hodgins walking away]

Angela: Okay, I'm no coroner, but I'm saying the cause of death was a humongous explosion.
Cam: The coroner concurs.