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.
Kevin Ryan: She was like the dog whisperer for CEO's.
Javier Esposito: You really buy that.
Kevin Ryan: Oh, yeah, skimmed through her book. I think there might be something to her theory. For instance, she said that in every relationship, there needs to be a masculine energy and a feminine energy. Even in ours.
Javier Esposito: Oh. Well, we know which one you are.
Kevin Ryan: I don't know about you, but I'm very comfortable in my masculinity.
Javier Esposito: You do realize you're wearing a sweater vest, right?
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.