Booth: Oh, come on Bones, look the baby… the baby’s just fine. It’s healthy. They have a healthy baby, they love each other. This is the happiest day of their lives, OK? … What?
Brennan: I-I’m pregnant. You’re the father.

“It’s not gonna happen. Now look, you can attack me with dogs. Okay? You can burn me with a branding iron. Hell, you can make me listen to a musical. I don’t care. But we are not naming our child Staccato Mamba.”

“This ends now. Broadsky is mine.”

Jeffersonian team & The Grave Digger: “I’m the lucky one, Lance. If my appeal falls through I die. But you’re forced to live everyday as a repressed immature imbecile spouting canned theories to people who don’t really care. Everyone knows who’s the weakest link in the chain. You testify at my appeal and I’m going to walk.”

“When the FBI gets stuck, we call in the squints.”

“Doesn’t anybody know me at all?”

“And don’t you forget, you never see the bullet that takes you down.” 

Booth & Brennan undercover — “You can be my girlfriend.”

“Look, maybe I should just ask Angela.”