"Thank you all for letting us take Parker Booth's body out of the hospital. I just feel that I would be more inept to do the tests on him myself back at the lab at the Jeffersonian." Brennan says.
"I thought that you took care of bodies that had been dead for long periods of time and then tried to figure out what happened to them. Parker has been dead a few days and we certainly didn't kill him. We didn't even know him; we would have no reason to kill him." Cuddy states trying to fight Brennan from taking him.
"We didn't say that you killed him." Brennan replies.
"But that's what you're implying if you have to take him back to the Jeffersonian just to do the autopsy instead of letting one of our more than qualified doctors take care of it!" Cuddy hollers.
"I just think that I can do the job myself and that it should be done by someone who knows both Parker and his father; that's all. I am not insulting you. Anthropologically speaking, you should be happy that I'm doing this, that way you don't have to busy one of your doctors to do this procedure." Brennan says.
"This is what I pay my doctors to do DOCTOR BRENNAN! Not to mention, trying to save the lives of all the patients around them." Cuddy screams.
"All but my son. There had to be something that you didn't like to keep my son from living." Booth says.
"He's coming back to the Jeffersonian with us and I don't care what you say! I am a doctor just as well as you are; and I can use that leverage with any court in this country." Brennan raises her voice.
"You are a doctor of science! I am a doctor of medicine! There is a difference Temperance Brennan. Maybe you should learn it!" Cuddy hollers again.
Just a few hours later, Brennan is on an airplane with all the Jeffersonian team and Parker's body packed in ice.