Angela and Hodgins are a case of opposites attract. They met while working together at the Jeffersonian. She's a free-spirit artist, while he loves bugs, plants and rocks. Their differences only make their relationship stronger.
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.