Jack Hodgins : Doing all right there, Dr. B? You look like something is bothering you
Camille Saroyan : Which is reasonable, reconsidering she's about to stick her hands in the body stew
Temperance Brennan : Well, I feel as if imbalance of the serotonin levels have affected my neurotransmitters. Probably caused by the fact that today is Sweets' birthday. Whatever tool was used to fell the tree, caused significant damage to the skull
Jack Hodgins : Oh, man! Sweets
Camille Saroyan : He would have been what?
Temperance Brennan : 30
Jack Hodgins : He didn't even make it to 30?
Angela Montenegro : It's the book that he wrote for the two of you.
Temperance Brennan : When he was examining our partnership for the Bureau?
Angela Montenegro : Yeah, but he left out the psychology and the efficacy of your partnership and all that other boring, technical stuff and turned it into a love story."
Avalon Harmonia : By someone who really, really loved you a lot.
Temperance Brennan : Parts of the Whole.
Temperance Brennan : Based on the size of the pelvis and the uniformly coarsed granularity of this auricular surface, the victim was a female in her early 30s
Camille Saroyan : Adults don't go climbing intside trees alone
Jack Hodgins : I do. That's where the really beautiful Hymenoptera are
Camille Saroyan : Right. But unless by some chance the victim is not an obsessive entomologist, this is probably a body dump
Seeley Booth : You're the one who said that this whole imaginary stuff is crazy.
Temperance Brennan : It has its place. You praying to your God is no different than Christine giving Buddy a piece of cake.
Seeley Booth : Okay, I don't have a tea party with God.
Temperance Brennan : What about Communion?
Seeley Booth : Oh, really? So, now what? The whole transubstantiation of the Host is like a tea party?
Christine Booth : Buddy isn't hungry. He just wants you to read a special book.
Seeley Booth : What am I gonna do with all this cake that I got? It's gonna go to waste now.
Christine Booth : Daddy? The cake isn't real
Temperance Brennan : Yeah. The cake's not real, Daddy.
Seeley Booth : Right, that's my bad