Brennan: I’m not positive this is a good idea.
Booth: I got you, I got you. Stay up here. Okay. It’s all right. Here we go, one more. Well, you know what? I gotta stay up all night, so who better to keep me company than you?
Brennan: You and me skating is saving you from slipping into a coma?
Booth: Easy, Bones. Now I’m gonna go down.
Brennan: I have a lot of natural athletic ability.
Booth: Yeah, natural. I can see that. Real smooth and natural. That’s it. Well done.
Brennan: That Agent Perotta, she really enjoyed working with us. But…you’re the only FBI agent I want to work with. Will you tell me what the Lucky Luciano told you?
Booth: He’s not an Italian opera singer. Bones, why do you always say that wrong? You do it on purpose, don’t you?
Brennan: I would like to know what he said.
Booth: He said that I’m not like my old man. He said I’m made of better stuff.
Brennan: I don’t know your old man, your father, but I think you’re made of very, very good stuff.
Booth: Hey, you know what? Forget about Agent Perotta, all right? Nothing’s gonna change between me and you.
Brennan: Well, entropy is a natural force that pulls everything apart at a subatomic level. Everything changes.
Booth: Not everything, Bones. Not everything.
Brennan: You’re gonna make me fall.
Booth: I’m never gonna make you fall. I’m always here. Are you kidding me?