Brennan: What's wrong?
Booth: Nothing. Come on in. How about some coffee? Caribbean bean!
Brennan: You hurt your back again?
Booth: Nope. No, no, no. It's that obvious, huh?
Brennan: Your gait suggests you restrained your anterior longitudinal ligament.
Booth: Yeah, well, I blame the couch, all right? I fell asleep last night watching the game. Look, I figured you fixed my back last time. Really, I just thought that maybe you could fix it again. So use your little magic knuckles and hit it up, and we're ready to go.
Brennan: Booth, if this has become a recurring problem, you should see a specialist.
Booth: Right. I get it. All disclaimers apply. Here we go. Hit the back. Chop, chop. We've got a case!
[Brennan has just finished fighting the Black Knight and retrieving Excalibur after he ran her and Sweets off the road. Dr. Sweets has blood all over his face and has just managed to lift his head from the airbag]

Brennan: Will he recover? Your friend Ken.
Booth: From losing his sister? You don't recover from something like that. You just survive.
Brennan: People die. There's a fault in the design if we can't recover from it.
Booth: Fault in the design. What are we, coffee pots?
Brennan: I just mean that we should be designed so that we can handle the worst.
Booth: We are designed that way. We aren't sent anything that we can't handle.
Brennan: I'm not convinced that loving someone is worth it.
Booth: I have a son and it's worth it.
Brennan: Even if he died?
Booth: Whoa, Bones, don't even say anything like that. Don't even put that out there. It is worth it and everything around it is worth it. Every moment. Everything is worth it. Now eat your ice cream before it melts.

Brennan: You said I have a creepy mode.
Booth: I apologize, okay? I wasn't in my element.
Brennan: Every element is your element.
Booth: That's not true. We've just got to stop hanging out with geniuses, because you're going to figure out that I'm really stupid.
Brennan: What? Don't worry about that. I figured out a long time ago how stupid you are.
Booth: Hmm.
Brennan: What I just said is true and yet it really sounded wrong. What I should say is I don't care how stupid you are... That's not any better?
Booth: No. No. Not at all. That's not even relevant.
Brennan: There is intelligence, which I have, and Mr. Nigel-Murray.
Vincent: Thank you.
Brennan: And Sweets, even though his is so misdirected as to be meaningless.
Booth: Right.
Sweets: Wow, backhand full of knuckles with that compliment.
Brennan: And Hodgins, and Angela not so much, but she's very talented.
Angela: Thank you, very much.
Brennan: You're welcome. But then there's another quality, which is the ability to use intelligence. That is what you have.
Booth: Thanks, Bones.

Broderick Mullins: A frozen cadaver would simply bounce if dropped. Any moron would know that.

Cam: [about the victim] "He"?
Vincent: Mmm-hmm. Triangular pubis, no evidence of a ventral arc. The pelvic bone speaks. It says, "I be male."
Cam: The pelvic bone can say whatever it wants to say. This part here [points in the general direction of the lower body] says female.
Vincent: What part's that?
Cam: It's called a vagina.

Cam: [Discussing a dead man] It's obvious what happened. He was frostbitten while climbing Everest, struck by a meteorite, then dumped in the vacant lot in two garbage bags.

Cam: Dr. Brennan, I don't want you to think this is an intervention.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Sweets: An intervention is when a group of loved ones bands together to help one of their own make a difficult decision.
Cam: Oh, um, then this is an intervention.
Brennan: Are you my loved ones?

Cam: Mr. Vaziri, do you have the x-rays?
Arastoo Vaziri: Yes. I have never seen so many foreign objects in human remains. Arrows, marbles, jacks, various coins and cutlery. My best guess is that a nuclear explosion occurred just as the victim entered a 99 cent store.

Cam: Some of us take coffee breaks, some of us take smoke breaks, Mr. Vasiri takes a spiritual break.
Brennan: Who smokes?
Cam: (defensively) Nobody. Not very often, anyway. Just very rarely, in times of great stress.

Cam: The remains were found in the possession of a Norwegian Black Metal Band.
Brennan: [looking at Clark] What's Black Metal?
Clark: I don't know, it's Norwegian, that's a whole different kind of black.

Cam: We already have Agent Booth to make lame jokes. Let's stick to facts.
Vincent: The rods in the human eye are sensitive enough to detect the light emitted by a struck match from as much as a mile away on a clear night.
Cam: Okay, let's stick to relevant facts.
Vincent: The sockets have been ground down.
Cam: Okay, that could be useful. [looks expectantly at Vincent, who smiles but says nothing] Especially if you have an explanation.
Vincent: Plastic surgery. Oh, uh, she had [gestures with his hands in front of his chest] fake boobs, too.
Cam: "Sockets," "eyeballs," "boobs" -- I wouldn't use these words when conferring with Dr. Brennan.
Vincent: I know. With her it's all "supraorbital nimbus" and "mammary implants." But you seemed a more colloquial sort.
Cam: Well, in that case, what about the "backbone"?

Dr. Haru Tanaka: I am not familiar with the "blah, blah, blah."

Flight Attendant: [having caught Booth in first class, reclining next to Brennan] Sir, you need to return to coach.
Booth: See, we're partners. We like being together.
Flight Attendant: Your sexual relationship is not relevant, sir. This is first class.
Brennan: Why does everyone always think we have a sexual relationship when we barely ever even touch each other?

Hodgins: [about the Grave Digger] I'd like to kill you. I hate her. I think I could murder her.
Brennan: If I think of any group of people could murder someone and get away with it, it would be us.

Hodgins: Does Brennan put "Mr." before your name?
Vincent: Yes.
Hodgins: That's her very subtle way of saying you're not a doctor.