Kate Beckett: Don't you have a book coming out today or something?Richard Castle: Yeah. So?Kate Beckett: So, you are watching me do paperwork. It's creepy.
Richard Castle: Hello, Sheila.Sheila Blaine: Richard... Figures you'd be at the heart of this mess.Richard Castle: Detective Beckett, this is Sheila Blaine, mother of the bride. So, I guess I didn't end up homeless or teaching at a third-rate college in New Hampshire after all.Sheila Blaine: There's still time.Richard Castle: I've missed our special talks. Sheila didn't approve of struggling artists. You must like Greg, though. He's from money, right?Sheila Blaine: It was never about the money, Richard. It was about character. And you would know that... if you had any.Kate Beckett: Wow! Just imagine, if things had worked out, you'd be spending Thanksgivings with her.
Believe me, Beckett has plenty of experience taking a bullet for other people doing stupid things. Hell, she's married to me.
Roy Montgomery: The feds say he's a white male, twenty-five to forty-five years old...Richard Castle: Could be me.Roy Montgomery: ...with a dysfunctional relationship with his mother.Richard Castle: Still me.Roy Montgomery: He has a menial, unimportant job.Kate Beckett: Definitely you.Richard Castle: Just for that, I base my next book on Esposito.
