
Brennan: I have the sense that everything’s changing.
Booth: Not everything. Look, we’re still partners. Right? An-and Taffet, she, she’s put away. I mean you’re feeling good about that, right?
Brennan: You almost died, Booth. That could happen again; what if next time I can’t get to you?
Booth: That’s not gonna happen again.
Brennan: I envy your ability to substitute optimism for reality.
Booth: You know what, maybe you just need to take some time off. Go to a beach, lay in the sun.
Brennan: I might need more than a little time.
Booth: Don’t make any decisions about your future right now.
Brennan: I’m just saying —
Booth: You know when a dentist gives you anestheic and tells you not to operate any heavy machinery or make any important decisions within twenty four hours? Alright, this case was bigger than a route canal. Come on, lets just go back inside and have one more drink for the road, c’mon.
Brennan: No, I’m tired, Booth. I’m gonna go home.