Bones: The Girl in the Mask
September 24th 2009 19:29
Going to let Sweets do the recap on this one.
And just in case you’re wondering…the answer is “He’.
SWEETS: Sometimes I hate hard science. I know that seems immature, but that's just how I feel.
~*~*~
ANGELA: So any guesses?
HODGINS: We don't really have enough evidence yet.
ANGELA: No, not the case. The doctor. Dude or dudette?
~*~*~
NAKAMURA: I owe you for talking Booth out of sending me home.
BONES: Wasn't me. Booth is a very empathetic man.
NAKAMURA: Yes. Are you aware how we met?
BONES: Um, some kind of exchange program?
NAKAMURA: Hai. Most of the FBI agents showed up and started telling us how to handle our organized crime problem. Booth said nothing. Two, three days, just listening.
BONES: He was quiet? That (chuckles) that does not sound like Booth.
NAKAMURA: Then he asked a question. He asked, "How would you gentlemen handle our organized crime problem?" He was respectful.
BONES: That is the basis of your friendship?
NAKAMURA: That, and a situation incited by a gallon of sake, a police boat, and Uraga Harbor at dawn.
~*~*~
NAKAMURA: You're a lucky woman, Dr. Brennan.
BONES: To work with Booth. I know.
~*~*~
ANGELA: Hey. So, I googled Tanaka. 300 hits, all Japanese, none with a personal pronoun.
HODGINS: Maybe we should just ask her.
ANGELA: Him.
SWEETS: *groans* You people can identify human remains based on a tiny little finger bone, but you can't judge the sex of a person standing right in front of you? Does nobody else see the irony in this?
HODGINS: Of course. But, as a scientist, I also see the challenge.
~*~*~
HODGINS: I rarely find motive in bird vomit.
~*~*~
TANAKA: Is there something wrong?
CAM: What? No. Why?
TANAKA: You were staring at me.
CAM: I was? I was… I don't… I didn't realize. I… like your shirt.
~*~*~
CAM: I almost asked Tanaka.
ANGELA: *gasps* No! Really?
~*~*~
BONES: I myself have no one in my life whom I talk to that much. Outside of work, I mean. (beat) Perhaps that is good.
NAKAMURA: How so?
BONES: I can see how much pain you're in…Is it worth it? To have your own happiness so contingent upon another human being?
NAKAMURA: If I was willing to give up my life for Sachi… why would I not be willing to risk my happiness for her?
~*~*~
BOOTH: Hey, the photographer has a water thing in his lobby.
BONES: *correcting* Water feature. Water feature.
BOOTH: I'm not going to say "feature." It's just weird, okay? I'll say pond or pool.
BONES: Or thing.
~*~*~
BOOTH: If I don't cut this deal, then… her murderer could walk.
NAKAMURA: This is your case, Booth. What I want doesn't matter.
BOOTH: To me it does. And it would to Sachi.
~*~*~
BOOTH: There, huh? Eh-hey! It's good for what ails you.
BONES: Usually in this situation, we'd have alcohol.
BOOTH: Which is exactly why we should do this, okay, from time to time. *dips spoon into ice cream, makes airplane noises towards Bones to get her to eat it*
BONES: *chuckles* Oh, no. *eats ice cream off Booth’s offered spoon*
BOOTH: Yum, hmm? Here you go.
BONES: Will he recover? Your friend Ken?
BOOTH: From losing his sister? Um… well, you don't recover from something like that. You just survive.
BONES: People die. There's a fault in the design if we can't recover from it.
BOOTH: "Fault in the design?" What are we, coffee pots?
BONES: No, I just mean that we should be designed so that we can handle the worst.
BOOTH: We are designed that way. We aren't sent anything that we can't handle.
BONES: I'm not convinced that loving someone is worth it.
BOOTH: I got a son, and it's worth it.
BONES: Even if he died?
BOOTH: Whoa. Bones, don't even say anything like that. Don't even put that out there. It is worth it, and everything around it is worth it…Every moment, everything… is worth it, so eat the ice cream before it melts.
BONES: *eats a spoonful of ice cream, frowns* I wish it was beer.
BOOTH: Right. *goes to fridge* You know what? *gets beer* Okay. You're right.
BONES: *takes a beer* Now, this is what I'm talking about.
BOOTH: Good. We agree to understand that this is worth it.
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