Pilot [1.1]

Brennan: Tell me you tried “excuse me” first.
Angela: Ah, Sweetie. Yes, I did. Welcome home. Are you exhausted? Was Guatemala awful? Was it horribly backward?
Brennan: And yet, I was never reduced to flashing my boobs for information.
Angela: Flash `em for any fun reasons?

Angela: You know, diving head first in a pit of cadavers is no way to handle a messy breakup.
Brennan: Angela, nothing Pete and I ever did was messy.
Angela: Then you weren’t doing the right things.

DHS Officer: Most people in this situation, what they do, is sweat.
Brennan: Guatemala. Genocide. How are you scary after that?

Brennan: Look, I am sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your friends, but next time you should identify yourself before attacking me.

Booth: Bones identifies bodies for us.
Brennan: Don’t call me Bones, and I do more than identify.

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.

Brennan: If you drive one more block, I’m screaming “kidnap” out the window.

Booth: You know, you’re not the only forensic anthropologist in town.
Brennan: Yes, I am. The next university is in Montreal. Parlez-vous français?

Booth: What’s it going to take?
Brennan: Full participation in the case.
Booth: Fine.
Brennan: Not just lab work. Everything.
Booth: What? You want me to spit in my hand? We’re Scully and Mulder.
Brennan: I don’t know what that means.

Booth: He’s got no sense of discretion, that kid. Typical squint.
Brennan: I don’t know what that means.
Booth: Cops get stuck, we bring in people like you. You know, squints. You know, squint at things.
Brennan: Oh, you mean people with very high IQ’s and basic reasoning skills?

Brennan: What exactly am I supposed to be squinting at?
Booth: It’s like pornography, you’ll know it when you see it.