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 seal in the odor.
Angela: Maybe the company should use that in their ads.

Hodgins: What did you find?
Brennan: A shard of bone. How'd they miss that?
Hodgins: They're not as good as we are.

Hodgins: Wow, was that a shot, because I apologized. I mean, Zach doesn't get to see his family, Goodman doesn't get to see his kids, 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're saying to me.
(Goodman, Angela, Zack, Hodgins, and Booth discussing how to set up a Secret Santa)

Judge Cohen: (Wearing an open robe and boxer shorts) These are not the robes I like to wear to work, Ms. Morton.
Brennan: Sir, would you mind closing your dressing gown?
Judge Cohen: It's one in the morning. Deal with it.

Judge: Dr. Brennan, if those shadows turned out to be pieces of bone, I'd be extremely angry.
Brennan: Thank you, Judge Cohen.
Judge: For making a veiled threat?
Brennan: I thought you were threatening me because you had decided to sign the exhumation order.

Kostov: You have the most beautiful bone structure.
Brennan: I can't take credit. It's genetic.

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.
Pickering: When you were in Cuba, did you meet with a man called [consults notebook] Juan Guzman?
Brennan: [holds up finger, dials a number from memory] This is Dr. Brennan at the Jeffersonian; you told me to call you if anyone ever asked about...him. [In response to question] Someone from the State Department, an Agent Pickering. [she hands the phone to Pickering]
Pickering: [picks up phone, annoyed] Pickering. Yes Sir, yes, I'll wait here. [hands the phone back to Brennan to hang up, looks shocked]
Brennan: Any other questions?
Pickering: No. No, the review has been suspended. I've been ordered to wait here until someone comes to destroy my notes.

Pickering: Didn't I see you on television this morning, Dr. Brennan?
Brennan: How could I possibly know what you watched on television?
Pickering: Yes, that was her.
Goodman: Perhaps you should work your way up to Dr. Brennan.

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 halfway 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 fantasy 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: When was the last time you saw your husband?
Angela: My husband?
Pickering: Yes.
Angela: [surprised] 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 fire dance. You know how those things can be, right?
Pickering: I really don't, Miss Montenegro.

Russ Brennan: I call... every year... on your birthday. You never pick up.
Brennan: Take a hint.

Russ: Tempy, that theory explains why Mom never came back for you during those one and a half years before she died!
Brennan: What's your excuse, Russ?
Russ: You're the one that left me! You needed someone to blame and you chose me.
Brennan: I was fifteen years old!
Russ: I was nineteen. My parents were gone. My sister hated my guts. Everyone told me that she'd be better off in foster care.
Brennan: You didn't even ask me!
Russ: I tried, Temperance. You wouldn't talk to me. You still wouldn't talk to me if Mom's bones didn't show up. And I kept trying. Every year. Every year on your birthday. You're the one that gave up. You turned your back on me and you made yourself a new family.

Sam Cullen: Well, at least nobody got shot this time. (to Brennan) Probably because she didn't have a gun.

Security Guard: I didn't see the harm.
Brennan: In stealing human remains?
Security Guard: After 300 years, it's not like he's got a family grieving for him out there.
Goodman: Think of me as a grieving parent.

Sherman: Did you ever hear of the bone gatherers, collecting bones so that the dead can make their journey to the next world?
Brennan: Not even sure I believe in the next world.
Sherman: Doesn't matter what you believe in. You're a bone gatherer. That's a good thing, helping the spirits move on.
Brennan: Thank you. It's probably the best job description I will ever get.