'Angela: Look at this guy. He's cuter than a monkey with a puppy.
(Booth and Brennan at Wuang Fu's)

(Booth and Brennan are in a conference room in the FBI building, sitting across from each other. Booth is filling out a form.)
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: It's 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 writing self defense in the performance of my duties pursuing suspected felons as contracted out to the FBI.
Brennan: So I can shoot them.
Booth: (gives her a look but continues undeterred) 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 and Brennan are digging in the marsh for evidence)

Amy: Amy Morton.
Brennan: Temperance Brennan.
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 rather you two didn't bond in any way.

Amy: So, you seeing each other?
Brennan: Who?
Amy: You and Booth.
Brennan: No. No, we're working together.
Amy: Cause, I'm picking up a bit of a sex vibe.
Brennan: No, that's tension. (a little frustrated) He has a girlfriend.
Amy: Tall, blonde, beautiful?
Brennan: (nods) 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 said please.

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: 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: 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: 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: 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: Please, she's been sleeping alone for months! She has enough pent-up sexual energy to power a small Midwestern city.

Angela: TGIF? You've heard of that?
Brennan: Yeah, it's some kind of acronym, but my inbox is full.
Angela: We know that's not true.
Brennan: A student needs help identifying some remains, and there's a TV show that needs research. Not that they listen.
Angela: We're going.
Brennan: I really should catalog that skull. It's in the museum's exhibit on the French Revolution.
Angela: Yeah, Pepe le Pew is more important than booze and boys.
Brennan: I don't think that's his name.

Angela: We are going to that Christmas party. We are going to drink eggnog. [to Booth] You are going to kiss me under the mistletoe. On the lips. [to Zack and Hodgins] I might kiss you two on the lips. [to Brennan] I may even kiss you in a festive, non-lesbian way. But we are going to that party.

Angela: We are so gonna tear it up tonight!
Brennan: That's slang, right?
Angela: Right.