Carrie Turner: So, you actually look normal now.
Brennan: Thank you. I heard Evalyn ruined your career!
Carrie Turner: ...But you're not, are you?

Catherine: A seasoned law enforcement agent who still has empathy for victim. I'm glad to know you're out there.
Booth: At your service.

Catherine: I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?... Maybe this weekend? Unless of course, I'm a suspect, cause I know you can't date me if I'm a suspect, right?
Booth: I ... I can't date anyone who's a suspect.
Catherine: I understand.
Booth: Yeah, right. It's FBI, rules regulations.

Clark: Dr. Brennan wants me to identify the best solvent to remove polystren from the bones. So I put myself in the mindset of Dr. Hodgins and came up with this experiment.
Cam: I have a new appreciation for Dr. Hodgins.

Clark: I'm more of a lab rat, Dr. Brennan. Perhaps somebody more outdoorsy would be better.
Brennan: Clark, if there's spinal damage that corresponds to the compression fractures on the long bones, we could have cause of death. I need those bones. You're the most qualified. Don't scratch your neck with the gloves!
Clark: [affects a Southern accent] Well, is it all right if I get a drink of water, boss? You know, it's awful hot out there, and them tools is mighty heavy.
Brennan: Of course you can get water. Why are you talking like that?
Clark: Nevermind. I'll go.

Clark: Those naked ladies were trippin'.

Daisy: So you're coming?
Brennan: Agent Booth and I are partners, I have to discuss it with him first.
Daisy: He's probably gonna go be a big hero in Afghanistan.
Brennan: He says he doesn't wanna go.
Daisy: Lance said that Booth has the psyche of a true warrior, that is a miracle he hasn't gone back long before this. Maybe you're holding him back the same way he's holding you back... I should've not said that... but sometimes my mouth just has a mouth of its own.

Dr. Copeland: I've listened to you take shots at my profession, and that's okay. I'm a big boy, a tolerant man, but I want you to think about something. I spend every working hour of every day trying to help people who are living in Hell. That's an honorable way to spend a life. Perhaps more honorable than figuring out what happened to dead people who are already beyond pain and suffering.
Bones: Intentions, however misguided, do count. I understand that.
Dr. Copeland: I hope you won't think I'm too picky when I point out that that wasn't an actual apology. But perhaps it's the best you can manage.

Fisher: He was beaten and stabbed. Somebody really went after this guy.
Cam: Those injuries didn't kill him. There's grease in all levels of the bronchi, which means our victim was alive when he was tossed into the vat. Cause of death is drowning and cooking, or vice versa.
Fisher: Saturated fats; they're a killer.

Fisher: There's a lip here. I'm thinking a smooth, rounded edge.
Hodgins: Okay, Sweets said he had an appointment he can't miss, so --
Fisher: Follow me on this. The mailman is delivering his package to the "lady of the house", if you catch my drift. The husband comes home, finds the nearest blunt instrument, which is a cast iron frying pan. And WHAM! The postman who rang twice never rang again.
Hodgins: Yeah, yeah, that totally works. If the husband is a peacock wrangler who fights crickets after work in a creeping red Fescue field.
Fisher: Peacock?
Hodgins: Yeah, what I thought was silk turns out to be the thread from the after feather of a peacock.
Fisher: You and your particulates always ruining the day for me.

Hank Booth: Did I take these blue pills?
Booth: You took the yellow pills.
Hank: I feel like a damn chemistry experiment! They didn't have this stuff fifty years ago and everybody was fine!
Brennan: Actually, medicine has increased life expectancy quite a bit since 1959. Fifty years ago, you'd probably be dead.
Booth: Bones!
Hank: No, I like her. She's real. She's got balls.
Brennan: Well, ovaries, actually.
Hank: All right, you've got steel ovaries.
Brennan: Thank you.
Booth: Will you two, please!

Hank: Everyone needs someone. Don't be scared.
Brennan: Scared, what? I'm not scared of anything.
Hank: It all goes by so fast. You don't want any regrets.
Brennan: I don't understand.
Hank: Yes, you do.

Heather Taffet: [to Brennan after Taffet's conviction] This isn't over.

Heather Taffet: You're so brilliant, Dr. Brennan. Why couldn't you find something as simple as the number?

Hodgins: You know you get very bossy when you don't have any flesh to play with.
Cam: I *am* the boss.