Dean Winchester: Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole.
Dr. Temperance Brennan: I've never gotten a B and I never will.
Seeley Booth: That's my girl.
Agent Hotchner: This is Special Agent Dr. Reid.
Man: You look too young to have gone to medical school.
Agent Reid: They are PhD's. Three of them.
Man: What, are you a genius or something?
Agent Reid: I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, can read 20,000 words per minute...yes, I'm a genius.
Brenda Leigh Johnson: Do I look hurt to you, Will?
Asst. Police Chief Will Pope: No. Unless I'm mistaken, that's your angry face.
Dr. Larry Fleinhardt: You know, here's a discussion: Why is it that we remember the past and not the future?
Charlie Eppes: That's a tough one, Larry.
Allison Dubois: I just had a weird dream.
Joe Dubois: Of course you did. It's a day ending in "Y."
Miles: It's more than that. He wants to sleep with me, he follows me into the shower.
Phil: Dude, we're in a locker room. Make it clear you're talking about a lizard.
Sister Josepha Montefiore: "Father, why hast thou forsaken me?" Christ asked the same question.
Richard: Did he get an answer?
Sister Josepha Montefiore: Well, he wasn't a scientist so he knew that... some questions have none.