Richard Castle: What are you doing here?
Kate Beckett: You'd know if you'd answer your phone.
Richard Castle: Listen, if you want your very own signed copy of "Storm Season", I'd be happy to arrange a private signing.
Kate Beckett: Cap your pen, Castle. There's been a murder here.
Richard Castle: Here at SuperNovaCon?
Kate Beckett: Mmm-hmm.
Richard Castle: Shiny.
Kate Beckett: What just happened?
Richard Castle: Well, I've integrated Lucy into all the loft's infrastructure. Climate, lights, music. You name it, she controls it. Just got to work out a few... kinks.
Kate Beckett: Well, I still like a few things the old-fashioned way. So, do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?
Lucy: Uh, no need, Kate. I've programmed Rick's coffee exactly to his liking. Cuban blend, steamed milk, two sugars, pinch of nutmeg.
Richard Castle: Amazing, huh?
Kate Beckett: Hmm.
Lucy: No, Rick, you're amazing.
Richard Castle: No, you are.
Lucy: No, you are.
Richard Castle: No, Lucy. You are.
Lucy: Rick, you're amazing and you know it.
Kate Beckett: Beckett.
Richard Castle: Stop it! I'm not doing this with you again.