Goodman: When I said you should think of this invitation as a summons, I understated it. It's a subpoena, a Grand Jury subpoena. Ignore it at your own peril.
Brennan: You're not going to fire us if we don't go.
Goodman: No, not fire you, but I can move your parking spots to Lot M. Enjoy the shuttle ride.
Zack: The shuttle smells like feet.

Hall: I've been investigated for years. Why do you think they never got me on anything?
Booth: Because you're so smart?
Hall: Because Terrence Baskin is my past. I'm one hundred percent clean now. This is my life now. This and my record label, not crystal meth... not gang-banging.
Brennan: Yet much of the iconic quality of urban music lies in the perceived or actual rivalry between the principal artists.
Hall: Where did you find her?
Booth: Museum.

Hodgins:: I'm doing the fecal flotation right now... Wow, don't get to say that a lot.

Hodgins: (about Zack) He's weird, but he's smart.

Hodgins: (Answering the phone) Hodgins.
Zack: Most recondite codes have a complex numerical cypher.
Hodgins: That's a fun factoid, Zack. Thank you.

Hodgins: [after Angela tells them she talked to Booth's girlfriend.] She's spying for you?
Brennan: No. No!
Zack: If you have nothing in common, it's difficult to sublimate intense sexual attraction.
Brennan: [glares at Zack] Okay, stop.
Angela: He is there for the taking, honey.
[Booth arrives]
Booth: Okay, I couldn't get his medical records.
[everyone stops and stares at Booth wordlessly]
Booth: What?
Brennan: [quickly] Nothing.

Hodgins: All I am saying is, why cut somebody into pieces?
Zack: Pack'em up tighter; maybe, say, in a suitcase.
Hodgins: How did a bear open a suitcase?
Zach: I saw a documentary once where a bear got into a car and drove away.
Hodgins: That was not a documentary. It was a cartoon.

Hodgins: And here's the kicker. There was also evidence of genetic material from a Franklinea altamaha on his shoe.
Booth: You're kidding! I'm in shock...Frankie Alabama? You don't say.
Brennan: Did you hear what I said about sarcasm?
Hodgins: It's a rare flowering plant that hasn't been seen in the wild since 1800. The only known specimen in this area, outside of a specialized botanical garden, was given to Senator Alan Corman as a gift. Oh, I love going after senators...
Booth: Whoa, just, you know, simmer down there, Hodgins, we're gonna check out the botanical garden first.
Hodgins: (shrugs) Fine. It's at the White House.
(Brennan and Hodgins laugh and high five)

Hodgins: Field work. Cool! Do I get a gun?
Brennan: You can't arm Hodgins and not me.
Booth: What is it with you people and guns?

Hodgins: I demand another beetle. Jeff's got a groin pull.
Zack: Arthropods do not possess groins. Pay up

Hodgins: I graduated top of my class, Rhodes scholar, the youngest member inducted into the Academy of Physical Sciences, but she still makes me feel like a cretin.
Zack: She apologized to me.

Hodgins: I hate to say conspiracy; but, my peeps, we've got a conspiracy.

Hodgins: They put the voodoo on you, baby! [Brennan glares] I didn't really mean to call you baby.

Hodgins: This conspiracy thing is a lot more intense when you're in the middle of it.

Hodgins: Typically, gravediggers are necrophiliacs looking for a little action.
Angela: Umm... ew.