Bones: The Sin in the Sisterhood
February 4th 2011 20:48
A body disguised as a scarecrow is found with a bullet wound in a remote cornfield, and the team is forced to work against the clock to avoid a storm and potential complications that would affect the evidence. Booth and Brennan interrogate the victim's three wives, who are also sisters, and learn that jealousy between the sisters and their desire for their husband's attention had caused a major rift in the family. Booth and Brennan also question one relative who disapproved of the victim's polygamy. Meanwhile, Cam loses confidence in her relationship with her on-call doctor boyfriend, but they both realize they need to make their relationship a priority.
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Booth: Where are we?
[/b]Bones[/b]: I have no idea
Booth: I should have brought the GPS.
Bones: Or a periscope.
Booth: (locks hands) Here, you can be the periscope.
Bones: No thanks.
Booth: You want to be the guy holding the periscope?
(she steps into his hands)
Booth: Agh, what do you see?
Bones: Everything! This height is extremely advantageous.
~*~*~
Bones: I thought we were lost. This crime scene is very remote.
Booth: And the corn is creepy.
Cam: It is, right? For a vegetable. Or is it a grain?
Bones: Maize is actually a grass.
~*~*~
Cam: I did Oklahoma in high school.
~*~*~
Hodgins: You got off easy kid, Mother Nature cleaned these bones.
Wendell: She did a crappy job.
Hodgins: Shhh, she can hear you!
~*~*~
Cam: Any luck with the bullet?
Booth: Ah, you know, they’re changing the expression ‘needle in a haystack’ to ‘bullet in a cornfield’.
~*~*~
Cam: How many chances does he deserve?
Booth: Nine.
Cam: That’s cats.
Booth: Applies to man and cats.
~*~*~
Booth: If you think this guy’s The One, don’t let him get away.
~*~*~
Hodgins: You have a life?
(He and Wendell laugh)
Cam: No, Dr. Hodgins, I don’t.
~*~*~
Hodgins: This victim was like a full-blown salad of plant particulates.
~*~*~
Bones: They were at home, shouldering their economic burden communally.
Booth: Right, clipping coupons.
~*~*~
Angela: Why would one man even want three wives?
Bones: Well, with three wives, he could produce 11 children in eight years.
Angela: Guess more people to do dishes.
~*~*~
Cam: It’s Homicide Season. The FBI ballistics lab gets all backed up.
Bones: But you can’t run ballistics, we haven’t recovered the bullet yet.
Cam: Well when they do, I’ll be ready.
Angela: Is it safe to shoot in the lab?
Cam: Probably not.
~*~*~
Hodgins: Who let Cam shoot a gun?
Wendell: The Second Amendment.
~*~*~
Booth: (to Cam) You’ve been called a lot of things, but sappy is not one of them.
~*~*~
Bones: You can’t have it both ways.
Booth: Exactly my point, you pick a wife, you go with it.
~*~*~
Bones: (after Booth grins) You’re about to say something that supports your argument.
~*~*~
Angela: I stopped listening, the baby was moving.
Hodgins: Man, I’m so jealous I don’t get to feel him yet.
~*~*~
Hodgins: I will be your slave, you know that.
Angela: Would you want another wife?
Hodgins: Truth?
Angela: Oh I’m not sure.
Hodgins: If I could marry you twice, I would do it in a heartbeat.
~*~*~
Angela: You’re Cam, you don’t wait around.
~*~*~
Wendell: (looking at video feed of animals) For sheep, pigs, and…an ostrich?
Hodgins: Good God man, did you go to college?
Wendell: That an emu?
Hodgins: Ah, that’s better.
~*~*~
Booth: Car’s smarter than our victim.
Bones: Anthropologically, the victim—
Booth: No, no, no, no more anthropology, alright?
~*~*~
Booth: Wait, are you agreeing with me?
Bones: No, no. No. I’m merely stating what is currently accepted.
Booth: You’re agreeing with me.
~*~*~
Bones: In that case, and in that case only, he was a, he was a nitwit—(bursts out laughing) He was a nitwit!
Booth: Did you just laugh?
Bones: I did. I did, I’m sorry, it’s wrong because a man is dead.
Booth: That’s right, you’re right, it’s sad…(starts laughing) He was a bonehead.
Bones: (laughs) I like that term! It’s very appropriate for my profession.
Booth: Right “Bone”-
Bones: Bone, bonehead.
~*~*~
(laughing)
Booth: Oh we really are terrible.
Bones: We’re terrible.
Booth: We really are bad.
Bones: Terrible.
Booth: Dufus.
~*~*~
Booth: Hey, can I get the usual here?
~*~*~
Booth: So this case proves three’s company.
~*~*~
Bones: What does that mean?
Booth: Well it means, Bones, that, you know, you can love a lot of people in this world, but there’s only one person that you love the most.
Bones: But how do you know which person you love the most when you’re confused by chemical messages traveling throughout your limbic system?
Booth: You just do.
(long pause)
Bones: What if you let that person get away?
Booth: That person’s not going anywhere.
Bones: We’re a good team. All of us.
(clink glasses)
Booth: The best.
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