Brennan: How-how come I understand every word you say? Always? I don't have that with anybody else. Sometimes I just hear noise. Micah: Well, I guess I've been here so long, I speak the secret language of the Jeffersonian, hmm?
Booth: Bones, what are you doing here? Brennan: What are you doing? Booth: I don't know; following you to a bad part of town and saving your life. You know, the usual. Your turn.