Angela: What's goin' on? Why's every guy from the Jeffersonian here?
Hodgins: They're scientists. This is a fascinating scientific inquiry.
Angela: Oh my god. They're all out here because your going to feed something through this wood chipper.
Hodgins: Not just something. [pulls sheet off of table] Ta da! Frozen pig!
Angela: uhh...
Zack: The morphology of pig bones is almost identical to human bone.
Hodgins: By feeding the pig through the wood chipper we'll be able to determine a dispersal pattern of the fragments.
Zack: By comparing the pulverized pigs remains to the ones we found at the golf course we'll be able to tell if this is the actual wood chipper the victim was fed through.
Angela: Liars! You just want to see what happens when you toss some frozen pig into a wood chipper.

Angela: Yeah. Men aren't like us. They're much more fragile and needy. The fact that they think we're the needy ones is a testament to our superiority.
Brennan: Yeah. I guess I forgot.

Angela: You know, you can take the day off. You deserve one day.
Brennan: Michael wanted to look at our equipment.
Angela: ...I'm gonna let that one go...

Booth: About a month ago, his daughter, Amy, was diagnosed with cancer. Meso--
Brennan: Mesothelioma. Lung cancer.
Booth: Exactly. So she is not doing so well, so it's a lot easier for us to come to him right now.
Brennan: Huh.
Booth: Huh what?
Brennan: Nothing. It's just -- that's an extremely rare form of lung cancer. Odd for someone Amy's age to contract--
Booth: No. No no no. No probing, 'kay? Not to Cullen, not to his family. This will take five minutes. We go in there, we do the show and tell, we leave him with the case, and then we're outta there. Is that clear?
Brennan: I just think it's peculiar--
Booth: No.
Brennan: But I--
Booth: No!

Booth: [making a toast] To us.
Russ: Whoever the hell we are.
Brennan: To what we're becoming.
Season 2

Booth: [talking through the radio]Tic-Toc Three!
Tac Team: Did you just called us..Tic-Toc??
Booth: (realized his mistake) Tac Team Three, standby!

Booth: Ah, you know, I'm glad we had that little chat about being nice to the locals.
Brennan: I don't like sheriffs. They are elected into office, which means their goal is being re-elected, not finding the truth.

Booth: And they put a forgetting spell on her!
Brennan: Booth!
Caroline: Hey, I can work with that. This N'awlins, baby.

Booth: Bones, give me your gun. Take the restraints out of my belt and put 'em on Kyle. [Bones puts her gun in Booth's pants pocket]
Booth: That's not cocked, is it? Because where that's pointed...
Brennan: You're safe.

Booth: Bones, I mean, you do realize that you are discussing motive right now? Psychology, not hard evidence.
Brennan: It won't happen again.

Booth: Bones, you don't need a gun. If anyone needs shooting, I'll do it.
Brennan: But what if you're injured or dead and someone still needs shooting? I'm not hoping it will happen. I'm just stating the possibility.
Booth: You know what, Bones? You're a professor, all right? You're not an FBI agent. Use your mutant powers...just talk people to death.

Booth: Christmas is the perfect time to reevaluate your standing with...(points upward)
Brennan: A helicopter pilot?

Booth: Did they gather all the evidence from the explosion?
Brennan: Yes.
Booth: You're sure?
Brennan: Yes. Booth, I was there. They were very thorough and I was very annoying.

Booth: FBI!
Suspect: US Marshals!
Booth: US Marshals?
Brennan: Forensic anthropologist! That's why no gun.

Booth: Great. Now he's ignoring us in two languages.