Okay, so this episode was like Arcadia (The X-Files) with 55% more crack, 79% more Desperate Housewives, and 97.2% less tulpa.
Sweets: Keep your grubby anthro-hands off my psych!
Booth: Will you be my village?
Brennan: ...huh?
.....
Booth: Come to dinner with us, have fun, laugh at my jokes?
Brennan: That might actually turn out to be fun, thus becoming a self-fulfilling desire.
Booth: So you'll do it?
Brennan: Yes. I will be your hamlet of 800 people or less.
[PROXIMITY ALERT, DUDE]
Booth: My village.
Brennan: I was being amusing, you should laugh at my jokes too.
Booth: I'm laughing on the inside.
Suburban!Dad: What'm I gonna do, preach abstinence? Doesn't work in Alaska, why would it work on Verbena court?
Cam: Oh. My. God. Please tell me this has something to do with the case.
And Cam! She Gibbs!slapped Hodgins, lol.
But come on, it took them that long to figure out the windmill was the motive? Obvious!motive is obvious.
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THE WHOLE FINAL SCENE, OKAY? THE LITTLE HAIR FLIP, AND THE EYES, AND THE "TRUST ME", AND ALSO THE GAZING AND COUPLY-NESS AND EVERYTHING, OKAY.
ALSO, THIS.
Brennan: There is a pool in my building that you two can use anytime as my guests.
Parker: Awesome! That's awesome, right dad?
Brennan: No, that's not awesome, simple Socratic method of solving a problem.
Booth: Nope, Parker's right, you're awesome Bones.
Brennan: Yeah, I'm awesome. Cheers.