Booth: Why do you want a gun?
Brennan: To shoot people.
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Booth: Use your mutant powers to talk people to death.
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Brennan: Maybe I shouldn't carry a gun after all.
Booth: No, you can have mine.
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Judge Cohen: (in a bath robe) These are not the robes I like to wear to work, Ms. Morton.
Brennan: Sir, would you mind closing your dressing gown?
Judge Cohen: It's one in the morning. Deal with it.
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Hodgins: (to Zack) You're the one with the photographic memory. I'm the one that's good with the ladies.
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Angela: He's cuter than a monkey with a puppy.
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Brennan: (while digging) Are you going to help me?
Booth: Are you kidding? This is a $1200 suit.
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Hodgins: I demand another beetle. Jeff's got a groin pull.
Zack: Arthropods do not possess groins. Pay up.
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Judge Cohen: Dr. Brennan, if those shadows turn out to be pieces of bone, I'd be extremely angry.
Brennan: Thank you, Judge Cohen.
Judge Cohen: For making a veiled threat?
Brennan: I thought you were threatening me because you had decided to sign the exhumation order.
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Zack: Most recondite codes have a complex numerical cypher.
Hodgins: That's a fun factoid, Zack. Thank you.
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Booth: I think there are doubts when it comes to an execution. There shouldn't be any doubts.
Prosecuter: He doesn't have doubts. He has cold feet.
Booth: Do you think I won't pop you one just because we're standing in the judge's kitchen?
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Booth: Why does he need a driver?
Zack: I can't drive.
Booth: You're a genius who can't drive?
Zack: If you knew what I know about structural design, you wouldn't drive either.
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Booth: I told them not to let you in this building. I gave them your picture.
Amy: Which is why I wore the tiny skirt.
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Zack: I was out taking the pictures you needed and there was a sign and numbers on the ground and I thought, 'Why assume a quasi-randomly-generated, function-oriented paradigm?'
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Brennan: I'll ask the others, but I won't order them. They might have plans.
Booth: It's Friday night and they're racing beetles.
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Cullen: Got the squints involved. Well, if she shoots anybody this time, I sure hope the hell it's you.
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(after seeing the decomposed body on the table)
Troy: Oh, God!
Angela: Don't look, sweetie.
Troy: You're not an artist. You're a freak. You're all freaks.
Angela: This job is so hard to describe online.
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Hodgins: (Racing beetles with Zack) You want in on the action?
Angela: No, thank you. I'm going to go have sex.
Hodgins: Have a good time.
Zack: Yeah, okay.
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(about not being allowed to carry a gun)
Booth: You have the right to appeal.
Brennan: To whom? Cullen? I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me.
Booth: I'm pretty sure you're right.
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Amy: Amy Morton.
Brennan: Temperance Brennan.
Amy: You work with Booth?
Brennan: Yes. I'm a forensic anthropologist.
Amy: I'm a defense lawyer. I tend to work against Booth.
Booth: If it's all the same, I'd rather you two didn't bond in any way.
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