Booth: What are you trying to do?
Brennan: Blackmail you.
Booth: Blackmail a federal agent?
Brennan: Yes.
Booth: I don't like it.
Brennan: I'm fairly certain you're not supposed to.
Booth: Fine. You're in.
Booth: Okay, what's so funny?
Brennan: I just never figured you being in a relationship.
Booth: Why? Do you think something's wrong with me?
Brennan: Not wrong. You just have alpha male attributes usually associated with a solitary existence.
Booth: What, me? You're solitary.
Brennan: No, no, I'm private.
Brennan: You're the least objective person I have ever met.
Booth: Thank you.
Brennan: It's not a compliment.
Booth: You're a smart ass, you know that?
Brennan: Objectively I'd say I'm very smart, although it has nothing to do with my ass.
Brennan: And if you’re not helpless, then why did you sleep with her?
Booth: Oh, I really don’t recall saying that I did!
Brennan: Well, you didn’t have to. I could hear it in your voice. I might as well have walked in on you having sex.
Booth: Oh, you didn't, and we weren't.
Brennan: It's nothing to be ashamed of, Booth. Humans act upon a hierarchy of needs, and sex is very highly ranked. It's an anthropological inevitability.
Booth: Thank you, Bones. I really appreciate you boiling me down to your anthropological inevitabilities.
Brennan: Sure. Any time.
Angela: What you thought were teeth marks, Dr. Saroyan, turned out to be Chinese characters engraved along the side.
Hodgins: What do they say?
Angela: They say, "What make foolish man think I speak Chinese?"
Hodgins: I thought you were half Chinese!
Angela: And I think you're half Swedish. Let's hear some Swedish!
Booth: We cheat diplomatic immunity here in DC, we catch a murderer. That's great. They do it in Upper Kamikazestan and our boys end up on a red-hot spit over a slow fire.
Brennan: There's no such place as Kamikazestan.
O que é? Não posso?!?! Há gajas que gostam das novelas da TVI e da SIC, eu gosto das da FOX. Pronto. Já disse. E também gosto da Anatomia de Grey e da Clínica Privada e do House e dessas todas que nos dão a ideia que os hospitais são uns lugares promíscuos e libidinosos onde mais tarde ou mais cedo toda a gente se enrola com toda a gente. Às vezes no meio de histórias de pessoas com cancros e doenças que não lembram a ninguém mas que normalmente passam sempre por Lúpus e Escleroses várias. Tenho de me lembrar de perguntar ao meu pai, um dia destes, se é mesmo assim... se calhar é melhor não perguntar... whatever.
E agora que destruí (o que restava d')a minha imagem de pessoa intelectualmente desenvolvida vou ver se consigo passar um fim de semana tranquilo e assim. Bom fim de semana! Até sempre...
