Brennan: Not tonight. I have a dinner.
Booth:: What? Wow. I just assumed that the two of you would be eating off an autopsy table.
Brennan: Not tonight!
Booth: I was being...uh...Tomorrow's fine.

Brennan: Now you're a mind reader?
Booth: Maybe. You want me to guess your weight?
Brennan: You do and you could lose a tooth.

Brennan: Obviously, subconsciously sifted through the rational facts of the case and processed the most likely scenario.
Angela: I'm sure that's it.
Booth: Yeah, what else could it be?
Angela: Well it's the only rational explanation.
Brennan: Are you guys making fun of me?

Brennan: Residual cross-section striae.
Booth: Hmm... Just because you say it in that definitive tone doesn't mean it means anything to me.

Brennan: So why are you here?
Michael: George Washington University wants to talk to me about heading their Anthropology department.
Brennan: They'd be lucky to get you.
Michael: I assume they tried you first.
Brennan: I already had a job.

Brennan: Sometimes people need to explain things to me, I guess.
Russ: You have to let them talk.

Brennan: Split the difference. Mixed race.
Angela: Lenny Kravitz or Vanessa Williams?
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Booth: A case this big. The director is going to create a special investigation unit and if I line all my ducks up in a row, I can maybe, I can head it up.

Brennan: This is a personal favor you're asking.
Booth: Not for me, for Amy.
Brennan: Well, your personal favor would be for Amy but mine would be for you, strictly speaking.
Booth: Please do me a favor. (pleading with his eyes) Please.
(Brennan takes the file from him accepting)

Brennan: Wait outside while I get dressed.
Booth: No. Unh-uh. The sun's been up for an hour out there. It's already the surface of Mercury. I can stand here, close my eyes, eat my doughnuts. Best I can do, okay?

Brennan: We'll find out who killed him, Booth. We've got Hamid's body. You can always count on the dead.

Brennan: What if Booth is right? What if I'm only good with bones and lousy with people?
Angela: People like you.
Brennan: I don't care if men like me.
Angela: Okay, interesting jump from "people" to "men," but I'm sure it means nothing.
Brennan: I hate psychology. My most meaningful relationships are with dead people.

Brennan: What would you usually be doing?
Booth: What?
Brennan: If it were a normal weekend.
Booth: You wanna discuss this now?
Brennan: Compared to you with your multiple sex partners.
Booth: You know, that's none of your business, okay? I'm not having sex with Amy and I've never, ever cheated on any woman that I've ever been with. Never!
Brennan: I just asked what you'd normally be doing!

Brennan: Why are you nice to me?
Booth: Because. Because they think they get away with it.
Brennan: What?
Booth: They burn their victim. They blow him up. They toss him in the ocean. They bury him in the desert. They throw 'em to wood chippers. Sometimes, you know, years go by. They relax. Then they start living their lives like they didn't do anything wrong. Like they didn't spend somebody else's life in order to get what they got. They think they're safe from retribution. You make those bastards unsafe. That's why I'm nice to you.
Brennan: I couldn't do that without you, Booth.
Booth: Yeah. So, um, you should be a little nicer to me, huh?
Brennan: I really should.

Brennan: X-rays, pictures: we're going to do this without touching the actual skeleton as much as possible.
Zack: Kid gloves?
Brennan: Latex should be all right... Zack, were you being metaphoric?
Zack: I decided to give it a shot. Which is also metaphoric.

Brennan: You said before that Warren reminded you of me. You think I'm just like him, that he hid from life by immersing himself in a fantasy world where he fought crime. And I do the same thing, only I don't have superpowers. I... I have science.
Booth: No, Bones. You do fight crime. It's not a fantasy. As far as any normal person is concerned, you do have superpowers.
Brennan: You're just saying that to me.
Booth: No, I don't do that.
Brennan: Yes, you do. You lied to Warren Granger's mother to make her feel better. That seems to be your superpower.