Assistant: The principal will be with you in just a moment.
Kate Beckett: Thank you. Castle, none of this adds up. What were those girls so afraid of? What happened in that cafeteria?
Richard Castle: I'd offer a theory, but I'm too busy having detention flashbacks.
Kate Beckett: You must have spent a lot of time in this hallway.
Richard Castle: More than I did in class.
Kate Beckett: Bet that principal hated you.
Richard Castle: I'm wondering if hate's a strong enough word. Principal Dunnan had to hire a crane to get that cow off the roof. But I'm sure that old battle ax has long since retired. Put out to pasture, so to speak.
Principal Dunnan: Is that a bovine reference, Mr. Rodgers?
Richard Castle: Principal Dunnan. You're, uh, still here.
Principal Dunnan: And sadly, you have returned.
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.