I'll start. Below the cut is a silly little snippet of dialog that's been sitting in my Google Docs folder since January. Feel free to point and snicker; it's pretty bad. *g*
"Where is your line now, Booth?"
"In my pants, apparently," he muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"Never mind, Bones. Never mind."
"Alcohol has a depressant effect on the central nervous system. It can cause erectile dysfunction and impede ejac--"
He slapped his hand over her mouth. "All right. Thanks for your concern, but I'm managing just fine."
She shoved his hand aside. "Oh?"
"In my pants, apparently," he muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"Never mind, Bones. Never mind."
"Alcohol has a depressant effect on the central nervous system. It can cause erectile dysfunction and impede ejac--"
He slapped his hand over her mouth. "All right. Thanks for your concern, but I'm managing just fine."
She shoved his hand aside. "Oh?"
