Kate Beckett: Hey, Lanie, we got a jumper?
Lanie Parish: Judging by the impact, I'd say he came from one of those windows above the 7th floor. Ryan and Esposito are already into find the room with the hotel staff.
Richard Castle: So... He's naked.
Lanie Parish: Perceptive.
Richard Castle: Well, it is pretty cold out. If this was a suicide, wouldn't you rather be warm and toasty on your way down to your certain, yet citrusy death?
Lanie Parish: If it were suicide, would you really have these?
Lanie Parish: Fingernail marks. Only an hour old?
Kate Beckett: Well, looks like he did the deed before taking the dive.
Richard Castle: Last item on your bucket list?
Kate Beckett: Look, I signed up for this when I put that badge on. You didn't. It's not your fight.
Richard Castle: The hell it isn't. I don't hang around you just to annoy you. I don't ride out to murder scenes in the middle of the night to satisfy some morbid curiosity. If that's all this was, I-I would've quit a long time ago.
Kate Beckett: Well, then, why do you keep coming back, Rick?
Kate Beckett: Look, I may not have a badge... unless you count the chocolate one Alexis gave me for my birthday... But I'll tell you this, like it or not, I'm your plucky sidekick.
Kate Beckett: Plucky sidekick always gets killed.
Richard Castle: Partner, then.