Hodgins: I've loved combustion variables ever since I blew up the multipurpose room for my middle school science fair project. First time I made it onto a watch list.
Cam: Yeah, that's a lot less creepy.

Angela: I'm no coroner, but I'm saying the cause of death was humungous explosion.
Cam: The coroner concurs.

Camille: It's quite overwhelming moving in togheter, huh?
Sweets: Oh, it's great. I mean, all I had was an old chair, tv, video games...my towels were old and ratty...now I get the woman's touch, you know? A full set of silverware, an ottoman, and something called a duvet.

Hodgins: What kind of lunatic wants a wild animal as a pet?
Camille: I think "lunatic" pretty much describes who we're talking about.

Daisy: I could call in an anonymous tip like "I hear roaring at night."
Angela: I was thinking more along the lines of looking at satellite photos on the internet and seeing if any of the farms shout "tiger."
Camille: That is brilliant.

Fisher: An occasional prostitute. Interesting.
Cam: I was thinking sad.

With Dr. Brennan, all the conventional rules of the universe become obsolete.

Cam: He obviously had something to hide.
Hodgins: Well, nothing special about that. People always have something to hid.

Arastoo: I'm sorry. I know you want to keep this a secret.
Cam: Oh, Arastoo, I don't want to keep this a secret at all.

Fisher: I don't do jokes. I do raw, unfiltered honesty.
Cam: Let me hear some raw, unfiltered honesty, then.
Fisher: I am incapable of truly loving another human being. For that reason, I will never sire an heir.

Cam: If this destroys the bones, all hope of solving this case is lost.
Hodgins: Well, you don't really have to put it like that.
Cam: I guess I'm just a plain-spoken cowboy.

Vincent: Notice the antemortem bone lesion in the carpal capitate, suggesting a stab wound on the hand.
Cam: Did you see the video? They were juggling machetes.

Bones Quotes

Wendell Bray: (running up with a bone in his hands) Dead guy's hyoid.
Bones: Guy as in sexually non-specific urban colloquialism or in the reference to the gender normally associated with a penis, Mr. Bray?
Wendell Bray: Um ... penis?

Booth: You don't think that I'm a lousy dad for not sending my son to private school?
Sweets: No. But you'd be a lousy father if you didn't torture yourself about it.

Bones Music

  Song Artist
Fearless Cyndi Lauper iTunes
The World Is... Matthew Ryan iTunes
Song Rain Or Shine Matthew Perryman Jones