Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: [to Sweets] Since the coma, Booth can't remember how to take care of his own plumbing.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: You know, that's great. You make it sound like I gotta wear diapers.
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: I try not to get attached to my assistants. I've learned that even the best ones can disappoint.
Dr. Jack Hodgins: Wendell, my man, we still on for lunch?
Dr. Camille Saroyan: You are discussing lunch while holding a tray of cat excrament.
Dr. Jack Hodgins: Everybody poops. They even wrote a book about it.
Harold Prescott: You shot a clown.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: A mechanical clown. You tell me you never wanted to do that?
Harold Prescott: This one has to be done with discretion. I mean, it's not just your career, it's mine too. I mean, you're old, but I'm still
[Booth starts to rise. Prescott hands Booth the file]
Harold Prescott: Here.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: Right.
Dr. Camille Saroyan: Do you believe James Bond killed our victim?
Dr. Jack Hodgins: Well no, but come on. There was more than a grain of truth in those James Bond films.
Angela Montenegro: Pussy Galore? That's never gonna happen.
Wendell Bray: Well we can alway hope.
Angela Montenegro: Boys and their spy fantasies.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: [Finding a body in a car trunk] Whoa! Okay. That is going to *kill* the Bluebook value.
Angela Montenegro: I hate to break it to you, Jack. But you're the guy who studies bugs, slime and poop. Hardly assasination worthy.
Dr. Jack Hodgins: Hey, a lot of people would like to see me dead.
Angela Montenegro: I'm not going to touch that one.
Mandy Summers: We weren't supposed to date. I guess it's not like the FBI. We're not allowed to sleep with someone we're working with.
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: Wha - is she talking about us?
Special Agent Seeley Booth: We're not...
Mandy Summers: Oh, it's okay. I'm CIA. My lips are sealed.
Wendell Bray: That means he showed no signs of distress even after hours of torture. Isn't that impossible.
Dr. Camille Saroyan: Unless the CIA underestimated this guy, anyone who can take that kind of abuse makes James Bond look like a weenie.
Harold Prescott: You're really going to trust something this important to a kid?
Dr. Lance Sweets: Oh me? Least I tuck myself in at night.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: You want to know what's in that case? You call in the cavalry!
Arthur Rutledge: I know how to do my job.
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: Well then how come we found the killer and the case?
Special Agent Seeley Booth: The Stars on the Memorial Wall represent agents who died courageously while serving their country.
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: Memorial Walls are reserved for agents. Mr. Dorit was not an agent.
Arthur Rutledge: In Mr. Dorit's case, I asked that an exception be made.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: You know, Bones. I'm glad that we don't have any secrets between each other.
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: Yeah. I like that.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: I mean, if we have something on our mind we just share it.
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: Sure. Even with all the financial and intellectual contradictions I still feel close to you.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: Right. Because, you know, none of that matters anyway.
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: Well, sometimes looking at it through your eyes, I believe that.