Richard Castle: Stop it. Stop it! Stop!
Kate Beckett: Uh... who are you yelling at?
Richard Castle: No one. I just... still have writer's block. That's all.
Kate Beckett: So, you're taking it out on your laptop?
Richard Castle: No, not the laptop. The... The cursor. I mean, just look at it there taunting me. Just blinking on-off, on-off, like it's so easy writing a best-selling novel. 'Cause I'd like to see you try it, Mr. Cursor! I'd like to see you try it! So why don't we...
Kate Beckett: Why don't we just say goodbye to Mr. Cursor?
Joe Flynn: It happened... backstage... right upstairs. They were stealing a moment together which was dangerous because she was Dempsey's girl. As they stared into each other's eyes, Kate's heart quickened.
Kate Beckett: Did you just say "Kate?" Are you picturing the P.I. as you, and me as the gangster's moll?
Joe Flynn: What? No. And I didn't say "Kate." I said, "fate." Fate's heart quickened. I was being poetic. God.