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.
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.