Are you a TV Fanatic?
Sign up for our daily newsletter to receive personalized television news for free!
Booth: Did you have fun or was it all about the fighting?
Brennan: We danced on a bar in a line. Does that sound like fun?
Booth: Sounds like a blast.
Brennan: I told Angela that it was your idea that I should go. She feels bad that she hated you and I told her that you're the best person ever even though that can't be confirmed empiracally but I don't give a crap.
Angela: There's this country-western bar outside of town. It's got this bull that we can ride, and there's line dancing, and there's these hot guys in chaps, and some of them aren't even gay.
Brennan: I do like horses so I will feel very comfortable there.
- Permalink: I do like horses so I will feel very comfortable there.
Booth: Are you saying he came in a can?
Brennan: Most definitely.
Caroline: This is why I only buy free-range.
- Permalink: This is why I only buy free-range.
Booth: You're really quiet.
Brennan: Because I'm not talking.
Booth: That must be it.
- Permalink: That must be it.
Brennan: Beaten, shot, and possibly drowned. This is very interesting.
Camille: You've clearly been bored.
- Permalink: You've clearly been bored.
You are not on loan to anyone, Mr. Bray. You belong to me. [To Cam] Was that tactless?
Brennan: I don't agree.
Booth: Right, of course you don't. Because, you know, tact is not your strong suit.
Brennan: It's our job to make the world a better place for our children. Don't you think that's possible?
Dr. Perez: I envy you your optimism.
- Permalink: I envy you your optimism.
Brennan: I find it's best not to be overly confident.
Dr. Perez: I was not aware you knew any other way to be.
- Permalink: I was not aware you knew any other way to be.
Relaxing makes me tense.
- Permalink: Relaxing makes me tense.
Booth: So what do you think happens now?
Brennan: Everything that happens next.
- Permalink: So what do you think happens now? Everything that happens next...
When Hodgins and I were buried alive, we each wrote a message to someone we loved in case our bodies were ever found. Hodgins wrote to Angela. I wrote to you. 'Dear Agent Booth, you are a confusing man. You are irrational and impulsive, superstitious and exasperating. You believe in ghosts and angels and maybe even Santa Claus. And because of you, I've started to see the universe differently. How is it possible that simply looking into your fine face gives me so much joy? Why does it make me so happy that every time I try to sneak a peek at you you are already looking at me? Like you, it makes no sense. And like you, it feels right. If I ever get out of here, I will find a time and a place to tell you that you make my life messy and confusing and unfocused and irrational and wonderful.' This is that time. This is that place.
- Permalink: When Hodgins and I were buried alive, we each wrote a message to...