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.
Kate Beckett: Mmm. What's tonight?
Richard Castle: Come on, don't tell me you forgot. Our weekly date night. It's new. It's our thing. It's- It's your turn to arrange it, remember?
Kate Beckett: Yeah! Of cour- Of course I remember. I don't need a YOLO card to help me out with that. I've already got it planned.
Richard Castle: Oh, do you? So, tell me, how are you gonna top my American Revolution evening I arranged with the carriage ride to see "Hamilton" on Broadway? The dinner served by waiters dressed as Founding Fathers?
Kate Beckett: Yes, that was fun. Except for when Ben Franklin started hitting on me.
Richard Castle: That's nothing. George Washington slipped me his digits.
Kate Beckett: What?
Richard Castle: So, what are we doing tonight?
Kate Beckett: Uh, well, it's a surprise, Castle.
Richard Castle: Oh, I love surprises. At least tell me what to wear. On a wardrobe scale of 1 to 10, 10 being James Bond, 1 being Big Lebowski, give me a number.
Kate Beckett: For now, five. Crime scene casual.