Brennan: Do you remember me, Sean?
Sean Cook: You're the museum lady, the one who's so smart.
Brennan: Yeah, I'm pretty smart.
Attorney: [sarcastically] And modest.
Booth: Oh, believe me, she is being modest.

Brennan: How I feel doesn't matter. My job doesn't depend on it.
Levitt: But it's informed by it. Are you as cold and unfeeling as you seem?
Brennan: I see a face on every skull. I can look at their bones and tell you how they walked, where they hurt. Maggie Schilling is real to me. The pain she suffered was real. Her hip was being eaten away by infection from lying on her side. Sure, like Dr. Stires said, the disease could contribute to that if you take it out of context; but you can't break Maggie Schilling down into little pieces. She was a whole person who fought to free herself. Her wrists were broken from struggling against the handcuffs. The bones in her ankles were ground together because her feet were tied. And her side, her hip and her shoulder were being eaten away by infection. And the more she struggled, the more pain she was in. So they gave her those drugs to keep her quiet. They gave her so much it killed her. These facts can't be ignored or dismissed because you think I'm boring or obnoxious, because I don't matter. What I feel doesn't matter. Only she matters; only Maggie.

Brennan: I believe in the death penalty. There are certain people who shouldn't be in this world. The people who hacked hundreds of innocent children to death in Rwanda; beheaded them at their desks at school! The people who did that, they should be executed.

Brennan: I can't go to Los Angeles. I have an Iron Age warrior to authenticate.
Booth: Iron Age warrior? When was the Iron Age?
Brennan: Fifteen hundred years ago.
Booth: Fresh body bits; just a little more urgent.
Brennan: You do realize there are a lot more fresh bodies than there are perfect specimens from the Iron Age?
Booth: You know, when you say things like that, it's just to bug me, right?

Brennan: I don't know what that means, but I think maybe I can be a duck.
Booth: You're not a duck, okay. On this one we stick to the book. Cops on the streets. Squints in the lab.
Brennan: Well in that case, the Jeffersonian will be issuing a press release identifying the girl in the pond.
Booth: If you do that i'm a dead duck.

Brennan: I feel like kicking him.
Booth: That's normal after a pursuit. We try not to do that.

Brennan: I have trekked through Tibet, avoiding the Chinese army. I think I can handle meeting someone for dinner
Booth: Fine, you know what? You have fun with Dick431 or whatever his handle is.
Brennan: Yeah! I will!
Booth: Good!
Brennan: Thanks!
Booth: Fine!
Brennan: Good!

Brennan: I read a book about improving work relationships. It's not fair to expect you to tell me everything.
Booth: I appreciate the effort, Bones.

Brennan: I suggest we try to match this reconstruction with escort ads, both internet and print in the D.C. area.
Zack: Oh, I'll do that!! ...Was that overly enthusiastic?

Brennan: I'll ask the others but I won't order them. They might have plans.
Booth: It's Friday night and they're racing beetles.
(after Brennan breaks Epps' wrist bone)

Brennan: I'm afraid Angela might quit.
Booth: I'm amazed she stuck it out this long.
Brennan: Why?
Booth: Well, because she's human. I'm sorry, Bones, it's just that, you know, Angela didn't get the same training the rest of you got on Planet Vulcan.

Brennan: It took all of my charm--
Booth: All of your charm? Oh boy--
Brennan: Just to get the sheriff to let me look at the skull. When I asked him to let me send the skull to the Jeffersonian, he told me I am not a cop and I don't have any jurisdiction.
Booth: Which is true. Okay, look, what do you want me to do?
Brennan: I want you to get federal on his ass.
Booth: [smiles] Oh!

Brennan: Let's pretend we are objective scientists and not indulge in conjecture.

Brennan: Music...Shhh, it's down there. [gesturing]
Booth: That's not music...it's bagpipes.

Brennan: No offence to you, but you're a stodgy traditionalist when it comes to relationships, buddy!
Booth: Stodgy?Stodgy.