Caroline: So how’s your girlfriend holding up? Booth: She’s fine. …She’s not my girlfriend. Caroline: Oh. So those little looks between you…? Booth: Nothin’. Caroline: Right. I hope you’re more believable on the stand.
(Elevator rings and Blair steps inside Chuck’s suite) Blair: You twisted, manipulative, psychopath! How could you? Chuck: You’re going to have to be a tad more specific. It’s been a busy few days. Blair: My party. Chuck: Right, I heard about your little rebound reception. Good for you, moving on. Blair: So you’re just gonna pretend like you have nothing to do With the fact that no one showed up? That you didn’t put a dating fatwa on me? We’re over, Chuck. Unclench. Chuck: To set the record straight I didn’t put a dating fatwa on you. The reason no one showed up today is because no one could ever measure up to what we had. And I’m obviously not the only guy who knows that. Blair: Fine, if you won’t move on, then I will. There are plenty of guys outside the Upper East Side and by this time tomorrow everyone in the five boroughs will know that Chuck Bass threats me nothing. (Chuck watches as she leaves)
Collar: The effort to find the Higgs Boson will be set back months. Brennan: The God particle? Booth: What’s that? Collar: Uh, theoretical particle which explains why matter has mass. Booth: Mass and matter aren’t the same? …Oh come on. Don’t look at each other like that. I bet neither one of you know how to make your own beer. Brennan: You realized you just said ‘don’t look at each other’ to a blind man?
Dahlia: Remember when we were little girls.. how terrifying the agiels were then. How much they hurt. You held my hand so tightly, it was the only thing that kept me from crying. We knew if we cried, they’d just torture us more. We survived because we protected each other from our weaknesses. That’s what I’m doing now.
Dahlia: I’m glad you decided to come with me. Cara: I came because Richard wanted me to. Dahlia: Are you sorry you did? Cara: No. Dahlia: Neither am I.
Brennan: He’s leaving for the Caribbean. Booth: Really? Look, I’m–I’m sorry, Bones. I–I know that the two of you were kinda hittin’ it off — Brennan: He wants me to go with him. Booth: Oh. Oh…Yeah… Brennan: He–he says I should take a year off, a sabbatical. He says it’ll be fun. Booth: Yeah, it would be. Brennan: But you just said he’d be shipwrecked with a volleyball. Booth: Well, he’s got you. He doesn’t need the volleyball. Brennan: You think I should go? Booth: …Yeah. Yeah. I mean, you know it’s, uh, one year out of your life, huh? I mean a person’s gotta live wide. And this is kinda narrow.