Senator William Bracken: No. No no no no, forget it! I've got nothing to say to you!
Richard Castle: Oh, tough! I know Beckett was here and I know why! So you're gonna call off your dogs right now.
Senator William Bracken: Or what? Are you gonna write something mean about me?
Richard Castle: Or I'm gonna start a scholarship in your name and offer it to the children of the first inmate who shanks you in the prison laundry.
Senator William Bracken: You'll be wasting your money.
Richard Castle: Oh, forgive me if I don't take your word for it.
Richard Castle: Looks like she was stabbed with a knife.
Kate Beckett: Mmm.
M.E. Sidney Perlmutter: To the untrained eye, perhaps. But... what you don't know about postmortem analysis could fill a book, Mr. Castle. In fact, it has. Numerous times.
Richard Castle: Fine. So, it was not a knife.
M.E. Sidney Perlmutter: Ah, wrong again. It was a knife, but "stabbed" implies the blade was thrust into the victim, uh, whereas this wound was produced by it being hurled into her chest.
Kate Beckett: What is this, "Last of the Mohicans"? What kind of knife is it?
M.E. Sidney Perlmutter: Uh, one with a hilt that matches these small bruises on either side of the wound. It killed her instantly, severing the left anterior descending artery.
Kate Beckett: Okay, so either that's the luckiest knife toss in the world...
Richard Castle: Or, she was killed by a circus knife-thrower. Like the Great Throwdini.
Kate Beckett: My God, Meredith, Castle did that? I can't believe that you married him.
Richard Castle: What can't you believe? What? No. What- Don't- Come on. Beckett, there's two sides to that story. That- What did you- What story- What did you tell her?
Meredith: The truth, Richard.
Kate Beckett: Castle, you're not the man that I thought I knew.
Richard Castle: I'm the man you thought you knew. I'm the man you know. I thought you- I'm that- You think- I know you- I'm him.
Richard Castle: This is so not cool.