Kate Beckett: Who put you up to this, Bobby? Who gave you that backpack?
Bobby Lopez: I don't... I don't know. I don't remember.
Kate Beckett: You don't remember? How do you not remember?
Bobby Lopez: I was in shock. A bomb went off, everyone was running and screaming...
Kate Beckett: Oh, oh. Okay, okay. So you remember what happened after the bomb went off but not before?
Bobby Lopez: It must have been one of those traumatic amnesia things.
Kate Beckett: Bobby!... Don't lie to me.
Bobby Lopez: I'm telling you, it was all a big blank. It was the trauma.
Kate Beckett: It was not the trauma. You don't get to use that excuse.
Bobby Lopez: I swear! I don't remember.
Kate Beckett: The *hell* you don't remember! Do you want to know trauma? I was shot in the chest. And I remember every *second* of it... And so do you.
Richard Castle: [watching in the observation room] All this time... You remembered?
Lanie Parish: Multiple GSWs. Entries look fairly small-caliber, probably a .22.
Kate Beckett: "Psycho The Rapist"? "Your out of time"?
Lanie Parish: Looks like a patient lost their patience.
Richard Castle: Also his command of grammar. "Your" should be U-apostrophe-R-E, as in "you are". That's not even a tough one, not like when to use "who" or "whom.
Kate Beckett: Do you really think *that's* the take-away here, Castle?
Richard Castle: I'm just saying whoever killed her also murdered the English language.
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.