[analyzing the medallion evidence]
Goodman: Oh My God!
Angela: [to Hodgins] Aren't you gonna go after him?
Hodgins: Nope!
Angela: Why not?
Hodgins: Because he is now officially in charge of that medallion.
[Angela and Hodgins knuckle-punched]

[Angela and Dr. Goodman examine a Native-American stone wheel embedded with symbols.]
Dr. Goodman: This one is for spirit, the heart... this one for knowledge... and this is for courage.
Angela: So, we're looking for, maybe, a scarecrow, tin man, or a lion?

[Booth and Brennan are looking through the room of a teenage murder victim.]
Booth: Unbelievable. [sighs and goes over to pick up some comic books] This is quite the collection of comic books.
Brennan: Hodgins said that the cellulose mass was a graphic novel. He sent it to Angela for analysis and recovery.
Booth: Sweet.
Brennan: Sweet?
Booth: Ah, he has Batman #127, featuring The Hammer of the Thor. This is worth about three hundred bucks.
Brennan: Booth, are you a nerd?
Booth: First of all, you mean geek. And no, I'm not, okay? It's quite normal for an American male to read comic books.
Brennan: I find it hard to believe you have anything in common with Warren Granger.
Booth: Oh, you mean isolated, with an inner secret life? No, okay. I'd say you were more like Warren.

[Booth and Brennan are trying to get everyone's attention]
Brennan: F.B.I! You're all under arrest!
[All the workers stop what they're doing and look at her]
Booth: Come on, Bones, you don't get to say that. I'm the one with the badge.

[Booth is looking at Brennan's music collection.]
Booth:: Tibetan throat singers... Rock on, Bones.

[Booth, Brennan and Angela are stranded in the desert after the sheriff goes to look for his sister.]
Booth: Did either of you bring any water? [The girls show him their small water bottles.]
Angela: Why?
Brennan: Because we are way past where Jesus lost his sandals.

[In the hospital]
Booth: I don't know if I have to stay here.
Brennan: You got blown up.
Booth: Pshaw. I've been worse.
Brennan: You have burns, lacerations, two broken ribs, fracture of the clavicle...
Booth: Okay...I got blown up. [reaches for pudding on table] Can you...can you hand me one of the puddings?

[seeing the rats eating the body]
Brennan: May I borrow your gun?
Booth: Why do you want my gun?
Brennan: I'm not gonna shoot anyone, I promise.
Booth: It's not a hammer or anything.
Brennan: We've been working together for months Booth, a little trust would be nice.
Booth: Careful!

[The murderer starts chanting voodoo spells. Brennan steps forward and pokes him in the eye.]
Brennan: I find very few people are scary once they've been poked in the eye.