A Bad Omen
Guinevere: Tis a beautiful country is it not?
Lancelot: If you say so.
Guinevere: And where do you come from that compares? The black sea? This is heaven for me.
Lancelot: I don't know heaven, I've been living in this hell... but if you represent of what heaven is, then take me there. (pause.) Rain and snow at once... a bad omen.
Booth can read people like you read pathology and I read bones.– Bones (T. Brennan) to Cam; Bones