Beckett: [interrogating a suspect] Witnesses don't place you in the club until one in the morning, and Horn was murdered between eleven and twelve.
Castle: [watching Beckett from behind one-way glass] Here it comes, and...
Beckett: So, where were you between eleven and twelve, Mr. Creason?
Castle: Booyah.
Creason: I was asleep.
Castle: Asleep!? You are lame! [heard from other side of glass] You are so lame! You're a lamey, McLamester! You're so l-l-l- [back in room] LAME!

Beckett: [to Lanie who is examining a body in a tree] How's it going up there?.
Lanie: I got tree branches poking my boobs and a spotlight shining up my booty.
Esposito: Could be worse. You could be wearing a skirt.
Lanie: [pause] When I come down, Im'ma smack you.
Esposito: I'm looking forward to that.

Beckett: [to Ryan and Esposito]: Aren't you guys supposed to be running background checks?
Esposito: We are.
Ryan: On the bride. All day yesterday, I kept feeling like I'd heard the name 'Kira Blaine' before and then it hits me - the dedication of Castle's second book [points to cover of book] "A Rose For Everafter"
Esposito: [reading from book]: For Kira Blaine - you make the stars shine.
[Esposito and Ryan turn and grin at Beckett, who is staring at them]
Beckett: [pause] When I'm not here, do you guys braid each other's hair and debate who's the coolest Jonas brother?
Esposito: No. But it's totally Nick.
Ryan: Absolutely Nick.

Beckett: [Watching Castle on tv] Wow! Camera does really add ten pounds... to his ego!

Beckett: [Watching Natalie at the murder board] Do I really do that?
Castle: Yes, and it's adorable.
Beckett: If it's so adorable, why didn't you sleep with me? [Castle looks momentarily puzzled] Her me, not me me.
Castle: Oh, well a fictional character that I wrote, based on you, played by Natalie Rhodes? It's just way too... meta.
Ryan: [Ryan walks in] We should have a code word so we all know what Beckett to kill when the clone army attacks
Beckett: Unless we make a preventive strike
Castle: Get through to Jenny yet?
Ryan: She's still not picking up
Beckett: Don't worry, you'll be laughing about it soon enough
Castle: We are
Ryan: Thanks. So I've been running through all Stacy's clients files. Three couples had filed for divorce within the last month, can you believe it? You marry the love of your life and next thing you know they're cheating on you
Beckett: Ryan
Ryan: Sorry, anyway two of the guts have rock-solid alibies and the third divorce has nothing to do with cheating
Esposito: [Esposito walks in] What you guys doing?
Ryan: Hiding from creepy Beckett
Beckett: We are not hiding

Beckett: [written on a therapist's body] "Psycho the rapist your out of time"?
Lanie Parish: Looks like a patient lost their patience.
Castle: Also his command of grammar. "Your" should be You-apostrophe-R-E as in "you are." That's not even a tough one, not like when to use "who" or "whom."
Beckett: You really think that's the take-away here, Castle?
Castle: I'm just saying - whoever killed her also murdered the English language.

Beckett: Agent Shaw
Agent Shaw: Just writing you a note. Dunn is being transported to The Tombs, where he'll enjoy his stay in the Intensive Management Unit with the state's most dangerous criminals.
Becket: Well, he's getting his 15 minutes. It's what he wanted this whole time.
Agent Shaw: Yeah, but it'll be on our terms.
Beckett: I want you to know that I learned a lot from you on this one.
Agent Shaw: You did most of the heaving lifting. Honestly, the thing that impressed me most is that you came in with Castle.
Beckett: You know, some people would call that foolish.
Agent Shaw: You made a tough decision on your feet, used the resources at hand. I'd say that's heroic and somewhat poetic. In the end, Dunn did actually face Nikki Heat. She is, after all, part you, part Castle. He cares about you, Kate. You may not see it, you may not be ready to, but he does.
Beckett: Yeah, well, the situation with Castle is complicated.
Agent Shaw: Ah.

Beckett: Alright Castle, I appreciate your work, I do, but, what does it have to do with our case?
Castle: Just getting to that. It seems that in almost all of these killings, the killer claimed there was a - ready for this? - that a demon was responsible.
Beckett: (In a sarcastic tone) A demon? Really?
Castle: I'm not making this up! It's in the books!
Beckett: Fine! A demon killed Jack Sinclair. So what's our next move? Are we gonna steak out the house, wait for the demon to show up and zap him with our proton pack?
(Esposito laughs and Beckett goes away)

Beckett: Are you getting mail here now?
Castle: Only when I don't want my daughter to see it. [opens the envelope to show 2 tickets for Taylor Swift concert] Laa...
Beckett: You're a Taylor Swift fan?
Castle: They are for Alexis. Cost me an arm and a leg, but Alexis will be thrilled. Apparently she and Ash have a song.
Beckett: Yeah, well we have a song as well.
Castle: We do?
Beckett: Uhuh. "You talk too much" by Clarence Carter.

Beckett: Castle, there's something I need you to do
Castle: Name it.
Beckett: Go home.
Castle: Forget it. Fear does not exist in this dojo.
Beckett: Look, I signed up for this when I put that badge on, you didn't. It's not your fight.
Castle: [Suddenly incensed] The hell it isn't! [Calmer, but completely serious] I don't hang around you just to annoy you, I don't ride off to murder scenes in the middle of the night just to satisfy some morbid curiosity. If that was all this was I would've quit a long time ago.
Beckett]: Well, then, why do you keep coming back, Rick?
Castle: [Swallows] Look, I may not have a badge--unless you count the chocolate one Alexis gave me for my birthday--but I'll tell you this: like it or not, I'm your plucky sidekick.
Beckett: Plucky sidekick always gets killed.
Castle: Partner, then.
Beckett: Okay.

Beckett: Castle?
Castle: (He's surrounded by women.) Hey, honey. Oh, you found me. I was just telling Denise here about you. (The women start to disperse.) This is, uh, my girlfriend, who's idea it was to come here tonight. She's very adventurous, you have no idea... there's... (The women leave. Kate sits down.) Thank God you found me. Oh, my God, these women are like piranhas.

Beckett: CIA's a popular theory with you.
Castle: Yes, well, law of averages demands that I'll eventually be right.
Beckett: I'd forgotten how helpful your insights can be.

Beckett: Did you kill Carver for the map?
Royce: Oh, come on, kid, you know me better than that.
Beckett: [Coldly, hurt] I don't think I do. Because the man I knew wouldn't betray me like this.
Royce: I gotta go.
Beckett: Mike. I was in love with you.
Royce: Oh, Kate. Don't.
Beckett: You were the only one who understood the obsession that drove me. Who didn't tell me that I would get over my mother's murder and that she wouldn't want me to do this.
Royce: [Shaking his head, sadly] Just -- just trying to do right by you, kid.
Beckett: I dreamt about you. The night I shot the guy that killed my mother, I dreamt that I was the one who was on the ground dying, and that you came up to me and told me to stand up, 'cause there was still work to be done. [Longingly] When I woke up that morning I just wanted to call you, but we hadn't talked in so long.
Royce: You should've called. I never forgot.
Beckett: I'm going to catch Carver's killer, Royce. And then I'm going to recover Lloyd's score. And when I arrest you, you're going to realize that what you destroyed today was worth a hell of a lot more than money. [She hangs up. Speaks to Ryan, suddenly distant, and unemotional] Did I keep him on long enough?
Ryan: [Shocked] Uh, uh...
Esposito: Yeah, we got an address.
Beckett: All right, let's go.
Castle: Wh-what? All of that was just an act, to get a trace?
Beckett: Of course. [She turns and walks out, her face contorting with silent tears]

Beckett: For all we know, Bridget was lying.
Ryan: [Walks in, looking vaguely disheveled] Well, she wasn't lying about her brothers. Talked to all four of them, one Irishman to another... and another. Anyway, they alibied out, they were in New Paults when Zach was killed.
Becket: All of them? [Ryan nods] For what?
Ryan: [Furtively] They were at a sporting event, of sorts. [Starts to leave]
Becket: [Stopping him] Which was...?
Ryan: Leprechaun toss. [Esposito smirks] Don't ask! Anyway, the, uh, older brother, he got first place. [Realizes his jacket sleeve is torn] Aww, man!
Castle: Well, the "merits" of Irish culture aside...
Ryan: Hey!
Castle: Sorry. Perhaps this suggests Bridget was telling the truth about our elusive Estonian.

Beckett: Guys. (all look)
Beckett: A man has been murdered here.
Castle: And... we are honoring his legacy.
Lanie: Hm. It's like Sex And The City, only with boys.