Favorite Angela Montenegro Quotes
Angela: Brennan is really lucky that she's my friend or I would totally make a move on you.
Booth: Great, I really don't know how to respond to that where I come out looking like a good guy.
Angela: I never knew you sailed.
Hodgins: Yeah, I was a rich kid, you know. We had to sail and date at least one girl named Muffy. It's in the charter.
Cam: I don’t think we need bones to let us know the victim was a male.
Brennan: We don't have any other way Dr. Saroyan.
Hodgins: I think we do.
Angela: That mangled piece of meat is his…?
Angela: I actually think you're making the cancer thing very sexy, Wendell.
Brennan: Ewing's Sarcoma has an 80% mortality rating, Angela. That's not sexy.
Wendell: Thanks for the reminder, Dr. B.
Brennan: My pleasure.
Angela: What? He's eye candy. Just deal with it.
Hodgins: You here just to gawk, or did you finish your reconstruction?
Brennan: It's nice spending time together, just us. Like we used to.
Angela: Yep. Except now we're talking about daycare rather than sex.
Brennan: I had extremely satisfying sex last night, actually. It began in the tub.
Angela: These record everything at the crime scene, so you can revisit the footage whenever you want.
Brennan: A useful device for people with no memory or powers of observation.
Angela: Sweetie, I'm sure he's sweating bullets.
Brennan: That's impossible to do.
Angela: Oh my God. Daisy, you're water just broke.
Daisy: I'm sorry. I'll clean it up.
The impossible becomes reality all the time. Ideas, and memories, and love. You can't hold those things in your hands, but it doesn't mean that they don't exist. So, why not spirits? And why not Sweets? You don't have to believe. I get it. But you don't have to dismiss the possibility, either. No decent scientist would do that.
Well look at this. The woman who is definitely not six months pregnant needs to sit.
I just started imagining what our lives would be like without all this death, and shadow governments, and serial killers. What a life would be like without my best friend's house getting shot up. Where you could maybe teach and the Sorbonne, and I could paint stuff. Doesn't that sound nice?
