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Mickey Santana: In order for an investigation to occur, you, Dr. Brennan, have to declare it a murder.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Without an investigation, we can't find out if it's a murder, but there'll be no investigation unless Dr. Brennan declares it to be a murder.
[
to Brennan]
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Shall I send for a philosopher?
Mickey Santana: Look, you're very experienced within your field, on bones and such, right? Doesn't your gut say "suicide"?
Dr. Temperance Brennan: I don't actually use my gut for that, sir.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: She really, really doesn't.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Like all of us at the Jeffersonian, Dr. Brennan prefers science to the digestive tract.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: The evidence is ambiguous at best.
Mickey Santana: Well, unambiguise it, please, Dr. Goodman.
Mickey Santana: [
to Booth] What about your gut?
Special Agent Seeley Booth: My gut says it stinks.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: [
to Brennan] If he smells with his gut, what does he use his nose for?
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Go polish a bone, Mr. Addy.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Dr. Brennan, are you playing me?
Dr. Temperance Brennan: You know I'm no good at that.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Hmmm. Thus far. But you have a disturbingly steep learning curve.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: [
to Bones] Come on now, you have partially-digested dismembered skeletal remains to examine. That should put a smile on your face.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: Any of you see Bones? Okay, we're due in court like - hello! - *now*. What?
Angela Montenegro: This...
[
activates hologram showing an image]
Angela Montenegro: ...totally freaked her out.
Zack Addy: [
Booth starts dialing on his cell phone] My theory: caffeine intolerance.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: [
speaking into his phone] Yeah. You're gonna want to take Dr. Brennan off the witness list today... No. She can't make it into court. Thanks.
Angela Montenegro: All right. What's going on?
Special Agent Seeley Booth: That... is Christine Brennan.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Good God.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: You just found Bones' mother.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: What are those little tiny lights dancing on the ceiling?
Dr. Daniel Goodman: For the third time, those are minute firings of neurons on your optic nerve due to your reaction to the anti-fungal cocktail.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: Wow, whoa. They're beautiful.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: You are stoned, Agent Booth.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: [
laughs] Oh, good. Let's hope it lasts long enough to keep this from being the worst Christmas of my life.
[
... ]
Special Agent Seeley Booth: What are those little lights on the ceiling again?
Dr. Jack Hodgins: You wanted to see me?
Dr. Daniel Goodman: You are a very difficult and stubborn man, Dr. Hodgins. Right now I'd like nothing more than to fire you. In my position very few people tell me the truth anymore. I find I enjoy it, in some perverse way.
Dr. Jack Hodgins: You're willing to admit you bailed on the authentication?
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Yes.
Dr. Jack Hodgins: Seriously?
Dr. Daniel Goodman: But not for the reasons you think. True, we might be able to authenticate the skeleton by taking him apart, destroying him. If he's a fake that will be fine, nothing lost. But I think he's the real thing.
Dr. Jack Hodgins: You do know he's been dead for fifteen hundred years, right?
Dr. Daniel Goodman: I am an archaeologist. This is what we do. We step outside the facts and tell ourselves the story of an individual or a culture. And if the story I tell myself about this man who lived fifteen hundred years ago is true, if he was laid to rest by people who respected and loved him, don't I owe it to them not to let the pure scientists desecrate his remains?
Dr. Jack Hodgins: Or you could be totally rational and say you were waiting for imaging technology to improve to the point where it wasn't necessary to disassemble him.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Ah, yes. I suppose I could say that. It's less, uh...
Dr. Jack Hodgins: Sentimental - for the pure scientists.
[
they shake hands]
Dr. Daniel Goodman: That is not a tuxedo, Dr. Hodgins.
Dr. Jack Hodgins: I am not going, Dr. Goodman.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: You are going.
[
places name tag in Dr. Hodgins' pocket]
Dr. Daniel Goodman: When we arrive, the donors will all be wearing name tags.
Zack Addy: What do we talk about?
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Your work, of course.
Angela Montenegro: Zack's work consists of removing flesh from corpses. Hodgins dissects bugs that have been eating people's eyeballs.
Dr. Jack Hodgins: Leave me out of it - I am not going.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: And how do you see your job?
Angela Montenegro: [
sighs] I draw death masks.
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Is that really how you see it?
Angela Montenegro: Don't you?
Dr. Daniel Goodman: You are the best of us, Miss Montenegro. You discern humanity in the wreck of a ruined human body. You give victims back their faces, their identities. You remind us all of why we're here in the first place - because we treasure human life.
[
Angela hugs Dr. Goodman]
Dr. Daniel Goodman: Oh, for God's sake.
Dr. Temperance Brennan: What happened?
Zack Addy: Apparently all Angela needed was to hear her job description in a deep African-American tone.