Stacy: Um, Dr. Brennan, your book has sold over three hundred thousand copies. How do you juggle twin careers as a best-selling author and crime-fighting scientist?
Brennan: Well, I do one, then the other.

Troy: (Sees the exhumed body on the lab table.) Oh god!
Angela: Don't look, sweetie.
Troy: You're not an artist. You're a freak. You're all freaks.
Angela: This job is so hard to describe online.

Zach: Right away Dr. Brennan.
Booth: He's got no sense of discretion. That kid. Typical squint.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Booth: Well when the cops get stuck we bring in people like you. You know, squints. You know to squint at things.
Brennan: Oh you mean people with very high IQs and basic reasoning skills.
Booth: Yeah.

Zack: (Ranting maniacally) I was out taking the pictures you needed and there was a sign and numbers on the ground and I thought, "Why assume a quasi-randomly generated function-oriented paradigm?"
Hodgins: Zack! When you talk that fast, human beings can't hear you.

Zack: 1-2-4-0-2-5-1-0-2-2-1. That's the number they found on the victim.
Hodgins: You're the one with the photographic memory. I'm the one that's good with the ladies.

Zack: [excitedly] The Anthropology Journal is publishing our piece on the evolution of the Coronals suture.
Brennan: Worthy interruption.
[Zach offers his fist to Brennan, who looks confused.]
Zack: You're supposed to bump my fist with yours.
Brennan: Why?
Zack: I'm told it's a widely acknowledged gesture of mutual success. [puts his fist down]
Angela: I love it when you two impersonate earthlings.

Zack: I could build a random generator.
Goodman: Wouldn't it be best to match complementary people in a premeditated manner?
Hodgins: All right, I've got five numbers in my head, and five letters. You tell me the number, I tell you the matching letter.
Goodman: Are the letters sequential or the numbers sequential?
Hodgins: Sequential. We'll go in order from youngest to oldest.
Zack: Six.
Hodgins: There is no six!
Goodman: A through E and 1 through 5?
Zack: Six!
Hodgins: There is no six!
Booth: (holding out a jar with names in it) Okay, just...pick a name, if you get your own, put it back.
Goodman: Oh. That could work.

Zack: I had sex with Naomi in Paleontology.
Angela: You mean, actually in Paleontology?
Zack: No, at her place. I thought it went great, but I could be wrong, because apparently what I think is wild and kinky is basic. And since she never called me back, I'm wondering if it's because I lack imagination in the sack.
Angela: You know what, Zack? I'm thinking this is more of a guy-guy conversation.

Zack: If Smokey here had access to the president, why would he attack a café?
Brennan: "Smokey"?
Zack: It's how I deal with stress.
Hodgins: Targeting everyday places causes panic. People stay home, the economy is crippled. It's Terrorism 101, man.

Zack: She said "Take a hint." But when I asked "What hint?," Naomi said if she told me what hint, that it wouldn't be a hint any more, it would be a statement.

Zack: Sometimes, when you're not busy, I wonder if I could ask you a few questions about sexual positions?
Booth: If you even try, I will take out my gun and shoot you between the eyes.

Zack: These are the smallest remains I've ever worked on.
Brennan: That's a valid observation, Zack, but it's not helpful to the investigation.
Zack: Sorry, Dr. Brennan.
Brennan: I was at Waco. Branch Davidian compound. I helped identify children who had been killed in the fire, seventeen of them.
Zack: So you're saying I'll get used to it?
Brennan: No, I'm saying you will never get used to it. We're primates, social creatures. It's coded into our DNA to protect our young, even from each other.
Zack: So I'm always going to feel terrible?
Brennan: What helps me is to pull back emotionally. Just... put your heart in a box.
Zack: I'm not good with metaphor, Dr. Brennan.
Brennan: Focus on the details.
Zack: Details, yeah. I can do that.

Zack: This is the third time in a row we've investigated without Booth. I don't like it.
Brennan: Why? He mostly ignores you.
Zack: Ignoring me is Booth's way of acknowledging my presence. It's a guy thing.

Zack: This is the type of situation where people say, "Oh, my God."
Hodgins: Pretend you're a person and say it.
Zack: Oh, my God.

Zack: What do we talk about?
Goodman: Your work, of course.
Angela: Zack's work consists of removing flesh from corpses. Hodgins dissects bugs that have been eating people's eyeballs.
Hodgins: Leave me out of it, I am not going.
Dr. Goodman: And how do you see your job?
Angela: I draw death masks.
Goodman: Is that really how you see it?
Angela: Don't you?
Goodman: You are the best of us, Miss Montenegro! You discern humanity in the wreck of a ruined human body! You give victims back their faces! Their identities! You remind us all of why we're here in the first place! Because we treasure human life!
[Angela absorbs this and, on the verge of tearing up, embraces Dr. Goodman]
Goodman: Oh for God's sake.
Brennan: What happened?
Zack: Apparently, all Angela needed was to hear her job description in a deep, African-American tone.