Jibber-jabber

And I would ask counsel to check his sense of humor at the door. My courtroom is a temple of decorum, and I do not tolerate jibber-jabber.

Douglas: Well done on passing the test, Jen... Yes, all those clumsy attempts at seduction. Don't tell me you couldn't see through them. They were a test to find out whether you really wanted to work for me or whether you just wanted to come up here for my body. Jen: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, not at all. Douglas: All right. Jen: No, physically you're just not the sort of man I go for. Douglas: Yeah, thanks, Jen. Jen: I go for the classically good-looking men: Blond, broad, and generally clean shaven. Douglas: Alright, yeah, enough of the jibber-jabber!

Booth: Guys, listen, I'm going to need some science jibber-jabber to distract these guys. Brennan: Oh, you know who can do jibber-jabber? [...] Brennan: Because you have forbidden us from taking samples in order to estimate the osteoconductivity of the oblique taphonomic remodeling pertaining to the midsagittal plane, encephalometric transaction — or translation, if you will — of the intramatrix can be deduced by correlating the force-displacement values with the osteogenic and geogenic hydrogel nanocomposite we placed inside the surrogate.

“Laszlo!” (muffled scream) “Woops.” “Prick was getting on my nerves with his jibber-jabber. We'll drain him later.”

Is my mind goin' on me or am I watching you jibber-jabber like some sort of jibberty box. Jibber-jabber on! Jibber-jabber on!