Booth (to psychologist Dr. Sweets): There’s gotta be other stuff going on here, right?
Booth: Transference … paranoia … come on, when I offer her a piece of pie you say it has deeper meaning.
Bones: I don’t like pie.
Booth: Well, apple pie. (To Sweets) She doesn’t like baked pie.
Bones: I don’t like my fruit cooked.