Because my muse is on holiday, because I just wanna do it, because I love Bones to bits (despite disliking season 6 at the moment).

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Angela: We make life out of chaos and hope.

Booth: A decomposed corpse was found this morning at Arlington National Cemetery -
Brennan: Arlington National Cemetery is full of decomposed corpses. It's a cemetery.

Hodgins: Unidentified particulates: the two sweetest words I know.
Cam: I don't even want to think about your pillow talk with Angela.

Booth: What are you trying to do?
Brennan: Blackmail you.
(pause)
Booth: Blackmail a federal agent.
Brennan: (thoughtfully) Yes.
Booth: I don't like it.
Brennan: I'm fairly certain you're not supposed to.
Booth: Fine. You're in.

Booth: God does not make mistakes.
Angela: Hmm, I don't know. Putting testicles on the outside didn't seem like such a good idea.

Booth: You're a smartass, you know that?
Brennan: Objectively I'd say I'm very smart, though it has nothing to do with my ass.

Caroline: (to the squints) I find that you maintain an impressively consistent level of annoyance at all times. Why?

Booth: (to Bones) Use your mutant powers, just talk people to death.

Bones: (to Booth) You're ordering a prostitute from my cell phone?

Booth: Voodoo. Who's going to believe that stuff?
Brennan: It's a religion. No crazier than... well, what are you?
Booth: Catholic!
Brennan: They believe in the same saints you do, in prayer. What they call spells, you call miracles. They have priests.
Booth: We don't make zombies.
Brennan: Jesus rose from the dead after 3 days.
(Dead silence)
Booth: Jesus is not a zombie. I shouldn't have to tell you that.

Brennan: Dancing phalanges!

Brennan: Stop or I'll kick you in the testicles!

Sweets: I think it's interesting, psychologically, how Agent Booth's constant efforts to persuade you to enjoy fruit pie could be interpreted as a type of seduction.

Season 4 finale: You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering - that's the sad truth. Maybe they'll break your heart, or maybe you'll break theirs and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. Those are the risks. You see two people and you think, they belong together, but nothing happens. The thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable.

That's the burden. Like wings, they have weight. We feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us.

A burden that allows us to fly.

Booth: (to Brennan) I got it. I got it. Just relax. Just trust me, alright? I'll take care of you. Shhh, I got you. Breathe. I'll take care of you. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I got you, baby.

Brennan: Booth, you've been shot, and beaten, and jumped out of an airplane. The skeletal damage alone -
Booth: Oh God! I'm falling apart.
Brennan: You're fine. (pause) It's your skeleton that's falling apart.

Brennan: The compression fracture to your T3 alone should've incapacitated you years ago. Then there's the fracture to your sternum from when that obese girl shot you, fractures to your meditarcels from when you were tortured, rib piddling from when you foolishly tried to act as a human shield...
Booth: Rib piddling...?
Brennan: ... and that's before we can get to your compromised ligaments, both inter traversed and interior longitudinal.
Booth: How do you have room in your brain to remember all that?
Brennan: I care about you, Booth.

Booth: Yes! We're back.
Brennan: You're the one who told me never to look happy at a crime scene.
Booth: Right. We'll look happy after we find out who did this horrible crime and get them behind bars.
Brennan: Right.

Avalon: Doctor Brennan! How do you feel?
Brennan: Well, they gave me medication so I guess I feel like people of average intelligence feel all the time.

Sweets: I'd consider it a personal favour, Doctor Brennan.
Booth: Ouch. Personal favours are kind of like penalty shots. You kind of have to take them. Unlike dinner requests which you are totally open to decline.

Booth: Listen, Bones, I would do anything for you. I would die for you. I would kill for you. But I am not getting between two best friends.
Brennan: Okay.

Brennan: You noticed something. See? You still got it.
Booth: You're not going to ask me what I saw?
Brennan: Do I want to know?
Booth: No... do you want to know anyway?
Brennan: No. I can wait... I trust you.

Gordon: Temperance Brennan. You're in love with her. You're building a world around her. A family.
Booth: We're not compatible. She sees the world one way, I see it -
Gordon: 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.

Brennan: I have to remove your pants.
(starts removing Booth's pants)
Booth: All right. You know, I'm just going to tart reciting some saints. Saint Joseph, Saint Peter, Saint Paul, Saint John...
(Cam enters. Long pause)
Cam: Anyone for mistletoe?
Brennan: I - I'm just recovering evidence.
Booth: Just evidence. That's all.
Cam: Interesting.

Angela: (spots Brennan pushinga half-naked Booth on a lab cart) Are we experimenting on Booth? Because if so I'd like to help out.
Booth: Make fun of the naked guy. Knock yourself out.

Brennan: Oh good, you got here for the good stuff.
Booth: What good stuff?
Brennan: MRI. It's an older model, but entirely serviceable.
Booth: And just so you know, this isn't the good stuff.
Brennan: Of course it is. Look at all those remodeled bones -
(Body in MRI starts to tremble, then sits up. Brennan screams. Booth gets out his gun, which is sucked in by the MRI. Brennan quickly shuts off the machine. Body slumps back into position)
Booth: You know, I won't say anything about the scream if you won't say anything about the gun.
Brennan: Those terms are satisfactory.

Sweets: You kissed?
Booth: Yes.
Brennan: There was tongue contact.

Angela: Things in a toilet bowl should not move.

Brennan: Whose sperm hit whose egg shouldn't determine who works here!

Cam: Citric acid?
Hodgins: It's my considered belief that Agent Booth spilled orange juice on his tie.
Cam: I look forward to him explaining that to a jury.

Brennan: (to Sweets) I can understand quantum mechanics, but I can't understand you.

Brennan: (after answering Booth's cell phone) It's for you.
Booth: Of course it's for me, it's my phone!

Booth: Bones. What are you doing on the ice?
Brennan: I get nervous when you fall down and don't get up.

Wendell: Don't worry. I got the blood.
Booth: (still disoriented) Good work, Bones.
Brennan: I'm Bones.

Booth: Dead guy. What about the dead guy?
Cam: It's obvious. He was frost bitten while climbing Mount Everest, then struck by a meteor, then dumped into a vacant lot in two garbage bags and eaten by crows.
Booth: All right, obvious. That's so obvious.
Cam: It's a start.

Angela: Hey, you stole the body?
Booth: No. No. No. No. We didn't steal it, you see? We borrowed it. Okay? Cam and Bones think it was translated.
Angela: Uh. What?
Booth: Translated. It's code for murder. That's how we're saying it today. Translated.

Hodgins: (having a speech for the deceased) This is a sad day, for all of us. But I think it's important that we remember what we loved about Hank. You know, sense of humor, of course. He was always quick with a joke, good or bad. Usually bad. But he...

(sees Brennan and Booth carrying the deceased outside the window)

... Oh. My god. Uh, oh my god, Hank! Ah, haha. Hank is... Hank is... he is leaving us. Where is he going from here? Who knows? But eh, but eh...

(throws glass on floor)

... Ohh, god, eh, Hank. It's not fair, you know. We live life and we die, we don't love enough ad, and, and I'm gonna not do that anymore. I need to live. And love...

(sees Booth, Brennan & Hank gone)

... Thank you.

Booth: Just make sure when they put me in the ground, I'm dead.
Brennan: No problem.
Booth: Maybe uh, you know, leave my body out for a few hours and check on me every once in a while.
Brennan: I'd rather refrigerate, or you'd start to smell.

Arastoo: Dr. Brennan said to be especially nice to you when the science was difficult.
Booth: How stupid do you people think I am?

Booth: "Casu Consulto." What does that mean?
Brennan: Accidentally on purpose.
Booth: Why do you know things like this?

Hodgins: It's 70% amorphous silicon dioxide. (Brennan nods & leaves)
Booth: What's that?
Hodgins: It's like a common domestic container.
Booth: Oh! Like a jar. Why can't we just say a jar?

Brennan: "Task oriented" is a euphemism for "lacking overall perspective".
Angela: Oh, no. No! ... Well, yeah. Yeah, a little. Like, when's my birthday?
Brennan: I can get the computer to remind me about birthdays.
Angela: That's one of a gajillion examples!
Brennan: You could tell me the other gajillion minus one.

Brennan: I feel I should alert you. There's an additive in this heroin that causes overdoses.
Dealer: Hey, where'd you find her?
Booth: Museum.

Rulz: Mount was gonna jump.
Bones: You mean commit suicide?
Rulz: Where did you find her?
Booth: Museum.
Rulz: I mean labels, jump labels.

Turco: And - wait, did I murder the junkie?
Booth: No, Bones said you probably found him dead.

Angela: If you lose Brennan, you lose us all.

Booth: The squints would flee the Jeffersonian like the French army.

Booth: You have kids and then we'll talk.
Brennan: That's a lot to ask for a little conversation.

Booth: What was with Zach back there?
Brennan: Defending his dissertation. Last step before he gets his doctorate. (looks at body) I think these are what's left of his intestines.
Booth: Is he gonna make it?
Brennan: No. He's very dead.

Booth: Why are you mad at me?
Brennan: (sighs) I need a gun.
Booth: No, you don't. You got me. I'm your gun. You want equipment, here (he holds up handcuffs and puts them on the table) have these, alright? New division of labor: I shoot 'em, you cuff 'em.

Brennan: I wish you wouldn't keep letting me hug you when I get scared.
Booth: Hey, I get scared and I'll hug you. We'll call it even.

Booth: Caroline, I gotta find Bones, keep her from gettin' killed...

Booth: (to Hodgins and Zack) I am walking out of here. You try and stop me again, I'll shoot both of you! (Booth walks out as Zack begins his search)
Zack: Ugh...
Hodgins: What?
Zack: I really need him to come back.
Hodgins: (yells) Booth! (to Zack) Whatever you got better be worth dying for.

Booth: Talk to me, squints, as close to English as possible.

Brennan: "I would like to marry you."
Booth: Kind of sudden, Bones. Let me think about that.
Brennan: No, Booth. That's what Angela told Hodgins. Are you joking?

Agent Gibson: Dr. Brennan, I have jurisdiction.
Brennan: Then why don't I destroy my notes and let you guarantee the identity of the remains?

Brennan: What if I have to shoot? What part of his body should I hit?
Booth: The part that isn't me. Just stay back.

Dr. Goodman: You are the best of us, Miss Montenegro. You discern humanity in the wreck of a ruined human body. You give victims back their faces, their identities, you remind us all of why we're here in the first place... because we treasure human life. (Angela tears up and hugs Dr. Goodman, Brennan walks in)
Brennan: What happened?
Zack: Apparently, all Angela needed was to hear her job description in a deep, African-American tone.

Zack: This is the type of situation where someone says, "Oh, my God."
Hodgins: Pretend you're a person and say it.
Zack: Oh, my God.

Booth: You know the ear you found? There’s no way it’s her own ear, right?
Brennan: How could it be her own ear?
Booth: That’s what I’m saying.
Brennan: What?
Booth: It’s definitely not her ear.
Brennan: How could she bite off her own ear?

Brennan: Why don't we ever take my car?
Booth: Do you have bullet proof vests in the trunk?
Brennan: No.
Booth: That's why.

Cullen: More than three cameras show up and some homicide detective kicks it up to his captain, who kicks it up to the chief, who kicks it to the FBI.
Booth: Bang! And kick it down to me, which I thank you, sir, for the opportunity.

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