Angela: So you heard about me and Roxy?
Sweets: Yeah. Sorry.
Angela: Oh no, really, it's absolutely fine.
Sweets: Okay.
Angela: I also had a little ... afternoon delight with Hodgins but lets just say, it's not really his thing.
Sweets: Again I'm sorry.
Angela: No it's ... totally fine.
Sweets: Then why are you telling me?
Angela: Brennan approves of the way I conduct my love life.
Sweets: Oh.
Angela: Yeah.

Hodgins: Ya know I- I- I'm gonna take Angela for a cup of coffee, okay?
Cam: (sarcastically) Sure, yeah, go. This is a simple murder. Solves itself.

(about Booth) The Vicodin seems to be working he ... claims it makes the furniture feel friendly.

Brennan

Agent Perotta: Booth was right - you're like a portable polygraph.
Sweets: You didn't mean that in a good way though, did you?

Bones: Booth gets needlessly protective sometimes. I have no idea why.
Agent Perotta: You really don't, do you?
Bones: No.

Valerie Daniels: You are far more ripped under those school-boy duds than one would think. Aren't you, Dr. Sweets?
Sweets: Yes.

Hodgins: What's with the long face there, sunshine?
Cam: Mr. Fisher just broke up with his girlfriend and he's feeling a little down.
Hodgins: What about me? My girlfriend and I broke up -- I gotta see her at work every day.
Fisher: Well, obviously it hasn't blackened your soul like it has mine.
Hodgins: There was some light charring.
Fisher: I'm dead inside.
Hodgins: Okay! You win. Happy?
Fisher: Not that I can ever remember.

Alex Pina: Well, mattress really isn't uh, Chloe's style, no offense.
Agent Perotta: None taken, favor backseats myself.

They should've gone at each other like a Peruvian soccer team stranded in the Andes.

Hodgins

Brennan: (searching for remains) According to my GPS it's about where Texas turns into Oklahoma.
Booth: Oh, great. Right in the middle of a jurisdictional pissing contest.

Booth: Bones, what are you doing in the ice?
Brennan: Well I get nervous when you fall down and don't get up.

Wendell: If Booth is a suspect then I should be too -- this guy scrambled my brains.
Cam: Your alibi is that you were seeing double and being taken care of by your mother.

Bones Season 4 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.