Richard Castle: Whoa, that is not the Suez Canal. Ooh.Richard Castle: If you're trying to decide what to wear, just keep wearing what you're wearing now. Or... less.Kate Beckett: Pervert!Richard Castle: That is Field Marshall Pervert to you.
Dude, you are so busted.
Martha Rodgers: Richard... you're dressed.Richard Castle: Well, it is morning, isn't it?Martha Rodgers: Well, it's just that ever since you were banned from working cases with Katherine, you and your pajamas have seen an awful lot of each other.Richard Castle: I think you're exaggerating. I admit, I've taken the occasional day off to recharge, but hardly think it's fair...Kate Beckett: Wow. Castle, you're dressed?Richard Castle: Yes, I'm dressed! I did not think it would be such an event.
Kate Beckett: T-minus 72 hours until we are married. This feels like a dream.Richard Castle: That's 'cause I'm dreamy.Kate Beckett: Oh, shush.Cassandra: Next?Richard Castle: Ah. Here we are.Cassandra: Mr. Richard Castle and Ms. Katherine Beckett.Richard Castle: That's us.Cassandra: Proof of divorce?Richard Castle: I-Is there something wrong with my documents?Cassandra: They're in order. Ms. Beckett, do you have yours?Kate Beckett: Pardon me?Cassandra: Your divorce paperwork.Kate Beckett: I'm sorry, there's a mistake. I've never been married.Cassandra: Well, according to this, you have. And it looks like you still are.Kate Beckett: I'm married?Richard Castle: To whom?
