Booth: He's definitely twitchy about something.
Brennan: What if he is escaping out the back door?
Booth: You don't spend a lot of time in trailers, do you?

Booth: Hey Bones, what're you doing this weekend?
Brennan: I've got plans.
Booth': Come on, I'm serious.
Brennan: Between your girlfriend, the corporate lawyer, and the defense lawyer on the side your weekend must be completely booked. What is your thing with lawyers?

Booth: Hey, you know, your people are my people.
Brennan: What? I have people? Hey, I have people.

Booth: How do you listen to this all day?
Brennan: I find intelligence soothing.

Booth: I don't... I don't like people who think they're better than other people.
Brennan: Some people are better than other people.
Booth: Uh, you know what you said right there, that is so un-American. All men are created equal; either you believe that or you don't.
Brennan: Some people are smarter than others; there's no use being offended by the fact. What are we going to tell Nestor's parents?
Booth: We tell them that their son was found dead. "We're looking into it. Sorry for your loss," and we are.
Brennan: What?
Booth: Sorry for their loss. It's sad. Try to remember that.
Brennan: Uh, I'm not a sociopath.
Booth: You're bad with people, okay. No use being offended by the fact.

Booth: I think there are doubts when it comes to an execution. There shouldn't be any doubts.
Prosecutor: He doesn't have doubts. He has cold feet.
Booth: Do you think I won't pop you one just because we're standing in the judge's kitchen?

Booth: I told them not to let you in this building. I gave them your picture.
Amy: Which is why I wore the tiny skirt.

Booth: I'm touring the hottest places in the universe. Next stop... Hell.

Booth: Kyle hit the Duke with the candlestick in the crypt.
Goodman: That's very good! Very good. [laughs]
Booth: Right. [laughs]
Brennan: What? What's the joke?
Booth: Clue?
Brennan: What clue? [Booth and Goodman laugh] What clue?
Booth: Unbelievable, Bones.
Angela: What's funny?
Brennan: I have no idea.

Booth: Name of arresting officer.
Brennan: You. Special Agent Seeley Booth. Do you need me to spell that for you?
Booth: I think I can sound that out.
Brennan: So, when do I get the gun?
(Booth stamps the application form and shows it to her. It says DENIED)

Booth: Next time, you know, you miss me, pick up the phone, call me. We'll do lunch..or something
Brennan: *open mouthed, denying* I DO NOT miss you!
Booth: *teasing manner* Yeah..You MISS me!!Come on..
Brennan: *denying*I do not miss you!
Booth: ...say it
Brennan: *defending herself* I DO NOT MISS YOU!

Booth: No, you don't have to solve the whole case. Just tell me if I'm looking at a murder. Maybe, you know, pull a quick I.D.?
Brennan: Don't use your charm smile on me.
Booth: What? It's a mark of respect. That's all.

Booth: Okay, could we just stop bringing up the whole Christ myth thing? Some people believe it's more than just a myth.
Brennan: Well, who besides you?
Goodman: That would be me, Dr. Brennan. I'm a deacon at my church.
Angela: I do. Christmas and Easter, anyway.
Hodgins: Although I believe organized religion is just another political movement designed to control the masses, it doesn't mean God doesn't love me.
Zack: Hey, I'm a rational empiricist all the way, unless you talk to my mother. Then I'm Lutheran.

Booth: Okay, what's so funny?
Brennan: I just never figured you being in a relationship.
Booth: Why? Do you think something's wrong with me?
Brennan: Not wrong. You just have alpha male attributes usually associated with a solitary existence.
Booth: What, me? You're solitary.
Brennan: No, no, I'm private.

Booth: Okay, you guys should do that even less than normal people.