Kate Beckett: I hate this case.Richard Castle: I know! Isn't it great?
Lanie Parish: Sorry, Castle, but this time, he really is dead.Richard Castle: What a waste.Lanie Parish: To be given a second chance and have it taken away like this.Richard Castle: He was just gonna go back to work like nothing happened.Lanie Parish: What?Richard Castle: If I hadn't been so focused on his rebirth, I might have noticed that wire. I... I could have saved him.Lanie Parish: Oh, you can't beat yourself up, Castle. I was starting to think he was some kind of medical miracle. Turns out he was just lucky. And in the end, his luck ran out.Richard Castle: Forget lucky.Alan Masters: Somebody cooking barbecue?Richard Castle: He's immortal!
Kate Beckett: You know, I just don't get how someone could shoot Goldstein, steal his clothes, and then not hang onto his wallet. Just doesn't make any sense.Richard Castle: Yeah.Kate Beckett: Maybe giant moths killed him and then ate his clothes.Richard Castle: Could be.Kate Beckett: [bringing him back to Earth] Hey. Castle... if this case is boring for you, you don't have to stay.Richard Castle: No, I'm just checking my e-mail, my texts, see if Alexis called. I can't believe she told my mother she's in love and is holding out on me.Kate Beckett: Oh...Richard Castle: I'm gonna call her.Kate Beckett: No, no. You have to let her tell you in her own time when she's ready.Richard Castle: I'm the cool dad. Why can't she be ready?Kate Beckett: Wait. Listen to me. My dad tried to do the same thing when I was her age and I ended up dating a grunge rocker who smelled like wet flannel and clove cigarettes, for seven *months*. You do not mess with a teenage girl and her hormones.Richard Castle: You're right. I won't call her.Richard Castle: Did you say something about a giant moth?Kate Beckett: No.
Kate Beckett: What girl in her twenties doesn't have a cell phone?Richard Castle: Maybe she's Amish.