Brennan: (Asking Monte about his trip from Ft. Lauderdale to Daytona) Any girls ride with you?
Monte: As much as I hate to disappoint you, uh...fact is I'm not entertaining like I used to.
Sully: (Sarcastically) Aahh, getting too old to exploit little drunk girls?
Monte: You seen the videos? They exploit themselves.

Brennan: (referring to her shoes) how does anyone actually walk in these things?
Booth: Oh you know them boots they ain't made for walking sweetheart (slaps Brennan's butt)
Brennan: Okay that was completely over the top.

Brennan: (entering the suspect's house and finding a dog they encountered earlier) Oh great! Him again. I don't have a pine cone.
Booth: (pulls his gun and advances on the dog) Listen dog, I will shoot you in the head if you don't cut it out right now! (dog stops barking and heels)

Brennan: [About the chalice, a possible murder weapon] Can we take this, or do we need to serve a warrant on God?

Brennan: [To a group of nine-year-olds] So yours is a cultural structure predicated in the equation of beauty with power. You instinctively align yourselves with someone who holds the greatest potential for a societal supremacy. It's a Darwinian pressure you're too young to bear.

Brennan: [to Booth] You seem uncomfortable. Does his size make you self-conscious?
Booth: Bones.
Brennan: It's a condition: skeletal dysplasia. Pseudoachondroplasia or S.E.D. congenita?
Booth: Bones!
Brennan: What?
Radswell: Dr. Brennan, I can see that you're a straightforward person. And as much as I appreciate that quality, what you're asking me is neither your business nor relevant.
Brennan: But it is my business because I'm a forensic anthropologist. But you're right, it's not relevant.

Brennan: And I'm supposed to know who that is?
Booth: Yeah. Disappeared a year ago, she was pregnant? Oh come on, Bones, you have to get a TV. Oh, hey, or at least, hey, thumb through a People to check out things.
Brennan: Was it in the Journal of Forensic Anthropology?
Booth: Oh, you know, I forgot to renew my subscription. You know Bones, you really need to take up some other interest.
Brennan: Well, I'm reading Ted Gioia's History of Jazz, was she mentioned in there? Or maybe in McGee's Science and Lore of the Kitchen. Or perhaps I should develop an interest in the mainstream media's exploitation of crimes for their entertainment value.
Booth: (amused) You know, that's amazing Bones, you can be really snotty sometimes.

Brennan: And if you're not helpless, then why did you sleep with her?
Booth: Oh, I really don't recall saying that I did!
Brennan: Well, you didn't have to. I could hear it in your voice. I might as well have walked in on you having sex.
Booth: Oh, you didn't, and we weren't.
Brennan: It's nothing to be ashamed of, Booth. Humans act upon a hierarchy of needs, and sex is very highly ranked. It's an anthropological inevitability.
Booth: Thank you, Bones. I really appreciate you boiling me down to your anthropological inevitabilities.
Brennan: Sure. Any time.

Brennan: Booth will find us.
Hodgins: You have a lot of faith in Booth.
Brennan: No, faith is an irrational belief in something that is logically impossible. Over time I have seen what Booth can do. It's not faith.
Hodgins: No offense, and I'm not just saying this because you filleted me with a knife, we are out of air. We don't know if our message got out, much less if anyone understood it, and we are buried underground. What you have is faith, baby. (Brennan laughs) Sorry, the "baby" thing is a reflex...

Brennan: Did you ever get drunk together?
James: What?
Booth: What my partner is trying to ask is if you two were buddies. Did you go out and have drinks and exchange confidences?
Brennan: Yes, that's what I asked.

Brennan: Do you want children?
Cam: What?
Brennan: Children?
Cam: Maybe, if I can find one that sleeps late and cleans. Does this apply to the case in any way?
Brennan: No, just curious. Most people think it's odd when a woman doesn't want children but obviously, you don't.
Cam: Are you pregnant?
Brennan: No! I'm not.
Booth: Why are you looking at me?
Cam: Well as long as you're not leaving the lab every two minutes to pee...
Brennan: No intention of it.
Cam: So all this back and forth was for nothing. Good to know.

Brennan: Don't you have to read him his rights before you strangle him?

Brennan: Four to six seconds to enter a message and hit speed dial.
Hodgins: I figured out a text message using eight key strikes.
Brennan: How's your text messaging?
Hodgins: Thumbs like lightning. I can do it.

Brennan: Had it occurred to you that God is a lot like the Gravedigger?
Booth: (stammers) What? What?!
Brennan: He lays down the rules, no way to question Him or negotiate, then it's almost as though He doesn't care how it works out. Either you do as He says, make some sacrifices and are delivered, or you don't and you end up in Hell.
Booth: You know what I'd appreciate? If you didn't say things like that, because I really don't want to get struck by lightning.
Brennan: You go to church every Sunday?
Booth: Yes, I do.
Brennan: Can I come with you?
'Booth: No, you can't.
Brennan: Why? It might help me to understand.
Booth: I am not gonna help you disrespect God in His own house, okay? If you wanna do some kind of, you know, anthropological study, turn on the religious channel.

Brennan: I believe that dopamine and norepinephrine simulate euphoria because of certain biological triggers like scent, symmetrical features...
Booth: Symmetrical features.
Brennan: Yes, it's an indication of a good breeder. You appear to be a very good breeder.