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.