Special Agent Seeley Booth: I just need you to help me fire my gun.
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: That sounds desperately phallic. Is this, maybe a sexual problem?
Special Agent Seeley Booth: Don't say that. Don't even put that out on the air.
Gidget Jones: What can I say? Got a thing for bad boys?
Gidget Jones: Don't you?
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: No. I prefer good boys.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: [Quietly] Really?
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: [Quietly] Yes.
George Alano: You don't mind me saying, neither one of you looks like a cop. You look like a substitute teacher and fry cook.
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: "A fry cook?"
Dr. Lance Sweets: We're not cops. We're professional interrogators.
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: Nobody's a fry cook!
Dr. Lance Sweets: [Indicating observation] The cops are in there.
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: Yes. In case you annoy us, and we want an arrest made! Any more cracks about fry cooks and I'll have them come in here to rough you up!
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: [Speaking of Booth] Sometimes you have to help people against their wishes.
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: I can't think of anything I wouldn't do to help him.
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: Temperance Brennan. You're in love with her. You're building a world around her. A family.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: We're not compatible. She sees the world one way. I see it...
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: No. Of course, it's absolutely ludicrous the idea of you two together. *But* the heart chooses what it chooses, we don't really have a say in the matter.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: So... about my marksmanship certification, any advice?
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: Grow a set! Be a man! Step up! She's your partner for Heaven's sakes. The job you do is highly dangerous. She counts on you for protection. So you damn well better protect her.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: That's your big psychiatric advice. Just grow a set?
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: Indeed, when it comes to a man and his gun, a woman is the natural cure. Take Dr. Brennan to this, um, shooting event. You won't fail in front of her. Trust me.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: [after Booth knocks out a wrestler] What'd you expect me to do? He came at me like a rabid ferret.
[Bones blows him a raspberry]
Dr. Lance Sweets: [as he's about to interrogate a suspect] Would you like to accompany me?
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: To what end?
Dr. Lance Sweets: Double teamed by a psychologist *and* a chef. It'll be epic!
Dr. Lance Sweets: Running away from the FBI is always suspect.
Todd Moore: I'm Canadian. My work Visa expired a week ago. I thought you were going to ship me back to Sudbury. Have you ever been to Sudbury? You would've run too!
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: You think... Booth fell in love with Dr. Brennan during a dream?
Angela Montenegro: So do you, right?
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: I - I am a psychiatrist. I'm not comfortable with answering.
Angela Montenegro: You're a chef.
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: I am. As ususal you - you see the truth of things.
Dr. Lance Sweets: Do I even have the *right* to publish my book? And make public what these two can't admit to themselves.
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: Don't ask me. I'm just a chef.
Dr. Gordon Wyatt: I gave up the game *precisely* so I don't have to face that kind of dilema.