I’d want our wedding to be special. I don’t have a dress, you don’t have a best man, and instead of flowers, we have corpses on poles decorating the front of the house.” “Flowers are on the way, as is my best man, three seamstresses are ready to make any dress you desire, and I’ll have the corpses taken down,” he replied without missing a beat.

Kitten, your hands are heaven and your eyes are my home.

I thought Bones looked like a little slice of heaven, but you're the whole cake, aren't you, sugar?

Think anything like that at her again, and I'll kill you here and now." Madigan's scoff was uneasy. "Any attack on me -" "Is the same as an attack on the United States itself," Bones finished, still in that deadly calm manner. "Heard you the first time - and didn't give a shite then, either.

You chose to come to Paris, of all places,” Mencheres replied. So what? Got something against the French?

One corpse, extra crispy! Do I hear a thousand dollars?

Note to self: Don't get on Veritas's bad side. She holds a grudge for centuries.