Brennan: Angela says she’s going to have her baby today.
Booth: She’s been saying that every day for two weeks.
Brennan: Well mathematically speaking the chances of her being right increase every day.

Cop: The owner said people have been known to sneak back here for uh -  you know.
Brennan: I do not know.
Cop: To have … you know?
Brennan: What? Snacks? There are a lot of fast food wrappers. That would account for the maggots, insects, and the rapid decomp.
Cop: No, wrong kind of snack.
Booth: Bones,  the, you know the sexual  liasons

And awww Booth remembered the name of Brennan’s Dad’s bowling team.

Max to Booth: You know you have trust issues my friend.

Brennan: I love undercover work.  What’ll I be?
Booth: Uh you can be my girlfriend.
Brennan: Fine. But if Angela goes into labor, we have to pick a fight so that I can be there to catch the baby.
Booth: I will get you there hell or high water. Yeah.
THE LOOK Max gave them.

BUCK AND WANDA again …. so freaking funny. So different than the Russian Buck and Wanda but so cute.

Booth: Easy there Hercules, you’re drooling all over my girl.
Brennan: His fiance to be more exact. That’s french.   Alright,  here you go hun.
Booth: Thanks doll.
He throws a strike.
Brennan: Now that’s my muffin at work.

Booth: First rule of undercover, you gotta make it look real.
Max: You wanna make it look real, maybe you should be a little more affectionate with each other.
Booth and Brennan share a look, and their SMILES when she walked over  and he kissed her check,

Buck’s on the truck driving the truck, Buck truck.
:lmao:

Brennan: If Buck and I ever have a child she will not turn out like Amber.

Brennan: I was right. You never could have got that 7 10 split.
Booth: So you just  gotta keep giving up hope on me there?

:lmao: at Brennan answering the phone: This is Wanda, at the bowling alley.

Brennan: If we ever had a child like that …
Booth: Oh  that’s never ever going to happen Wanda … never

Amber: Do not mess with me you  mullet haired hick,
Booth: Listen to me kid, I’m with the FBI. I’m an FBI agent, you watch your mouth.  Hey you, you’re under arrest for the murder of Jeff Ballard. You run, I swear I’ll shoot you.
Max whops him over the head with the cane.
Brennan: Dad!

Brennan to Booth: I’m pregnant. You’re the father.