Sweets: Underneath your affable exterior, is a deep reservoir of rage ... my question is: You always have that under control? Booth: You know if I didn't you'd be dead right now instead of just wincing. Sweets: I'm not wincing. Booth: Don't ever bring my old man up again. (Booth turns around and leaves the room.) Sweets: Rats, I winced!
Hodgins: Could be the vic was drowned somewhere else and then dumped in the lake. Cam: No drowning's not the way Booth would kill someone. (Wendell and Hodgins stare at her) Not ... that I actually suspect Booth. At all. (pauses)Quit ... staring at me.