(Beckett's on the precinct, her phone rings)
Beckett: What do you want Castle?
Castle: Tell me you need me.
Beckett: (A moment of silence) Excuse me?
Castle: I'm stuck in the bank, helping my mother get along with my banker. Please tell me there's a murder somewhere we can be solving.
Beckett: Uh, sorry, there's no dead bodies, just a lot of paperwork, but you're welcome to come and do your share, for once.
Castle: The only thing worse than being here is being there doing paperwork.

Alexis: How do you do it, dad?
Castle: Do what?
Alexis: Well, that letter that you have framed in your office.
Castle: [fondly] My first manuscript rejection.
Alexis: Yeah. How can you stand having it there?
Castle: Because it drives me. And I got twenty more of those before Black Pawn ever agreed to publish In a Hail of Bullets. That letter... that letter reminds me of what I've overcome. Rejection isn't failure.
Alexis: It sure feels like failure.
Castle: No, failure is giving up. Everybody gets rejected. It's how you handle it that determines where you'll end up.
Alexis: My whole life has been about making sure I could get into any college I wanted. What's it about now?
Castle: Give it time. You'll figure it out.

Alexis: You act like this is all about her. But you were standing right next to her; you could have been shot. I could have been shot! You need to grow up, dad. You're a writer, not a cop. Stop pretending.

Beckett: (While watching Castle making coffee.) Well, I, uh, I think we all ended up with what we wanted.
Serena: Yeah?
Beckett: Um, you know, after you and Castle went on that date...
Serena: More like a sting.
Beckett: He never thought that you were involved. He believed in you, even when I didn't.
Serena: Why are you telling me this?
Beckett: I just... I think that you should know what kind of person you're dealing with.
Castle: Here we are, ladies. (He hands them both a cup of coffee.)
Beckett: Thank you.
Serena: Thank you.
Castle: Anything wrong?
Beckett: Uh, no. I should, um, just gonna go and file some stuff. (She leaves.)
Serena: (Handing the coffee back.) And I'm going back to my hotel. I would ask you to come, but, it's like I said. I don't steal things that belong to someone else. (She leaves.)
Beckett: (Popping back around the corner.) You guys didn't go out?
Castle: No.
Beckett: Why?
Castle: Because I can't afford it. Museum just slapped me with a bill for the exhibit I broke. (He shows her the bill.)
Beckett: Whoa!
Castle: I know! Think they'd cut me some slack after the whole ��helping to solve the murder' thing.
Beckett: I guess the least the NYPD can do is take you out for a hamburger.
Castle: I accept.
Beckett: Let's go.
Castle: I could put Alexis through college on this.
Beckett: Yeah, and med school.
Castle: Thank God I'm rich.

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: I'm sure there's a perfect explanation for all of that.
Castle: There is. They're heeeeerrrrre!

Castle: Do you keep former guests in the system?
Sullivan: That's how we flag gamblers with priors.
Castle: What about me?
Sullivan: Let's see. Richard Castle. Resident New York City. Disorderly conduct, resisting arrest in 2003. And, uh, wow. Apparently last time you were at the Sapphire, you accidentally set a mattress on fire and the drapes were covered in jam.
Castle: (Laughing.) That was a good fun night.

Castle: Do you know what Lanie and Esposito were fighting about?
Kate: Everything. They both want to be together but neither of them wants to admit to it.
Castle: Ugh, why do people do that to themselves?
Kate: Maybe they just don't see it.
Castle: How could they not? It's so obvious.

Castle: I've always liked your legs. But now I respect them.
Kate: Yeah, yours aren't so bad either. You know, for the next police picnic, we should do the three-legged race together.
Castle: You're on.

Castle: Let's not let a little thing like murder get in the way of having a good time.

Castle: Mother, prepare to feast on the finest omelette in the land... (He looks up and sees what Martha is wearing.) Before you join the convent...
Martha: No, I am making costumes for my Shakespeare class. So, what do you think?
Castle: I seem to remember asking you to make me an ET halloween costume, and you told me you didn't know how to sew.
Martha: Details. Besides, you were 32 at the time.

Castle: Paul is the writer, Lone Vengence is the subject. That's their relationship. It's you and me all over again, but I'm Paul and you're Lone Vengence.
Beckett: Really, Castle? Is that how you see me? Like a sword-wielding killer?
Castle: Depends. Will you be scantily clad?
Beckett: In your dreams.

Castle: She grew up so fast.
Martha: Well, what do you expect? Her to live here forever?
Castle: Well, her, yes. You...
Martha: Watch it.

Castle: The last time I saw you in your PJs after eight am, I think you were four.
Alexis: We're off today. Teacher's retreat. I didn't feel like getting dressed.
Castle: This wouldn't have anything to do with Ashley, would it?
Alexis: Did I do the right thing, breaking up with him?
Castle: Oh, sweetie, I don't know. That's something only you can answer.
Alexis: It sucks. I miss him a lot.
Castle: Yeah, well you're not doing yourself any favours sitting around reading Pride and Prejudice. That's just gonna make it worse. Might as well be listening to Adele.
Alexis: Hey, she totally gets it. And so does Jane Austen.

Castle: What's gonna happen with that tiger anyway?
Esposito: Shoot it.
Kate: She'll get transferred to a sanctuary.
Esposito: Or that.
Kate: Probably end up in a zoo. Why, you wanna go visit her?
Castle: No. No thanks, I'm good.
Kate: Alright, you guys get some rest.
Esposito: You too.
Kate: That has gotta be the strangest brush with death I've ever had.
Castle: Me too. But I'll tell ya, after that experience, if I ever have to be hitched to someone, it would be you.
Kate: Hitched?
Castle: Hitched? No, I didn't say hitched. I said cuffed. Handcuffed, not hitched. (He helps her into her jacket.) The colloquial or any other connotation or meaning.
Kate: It's okay, Castle, I understood what you meant, and for what it's worth, if I ever have to spend another night handcuffed to someone again, I wouldn't mind if it was you either.
Castle: Really?
Kate: But next time, let's do it without the tiger. (She walks past him.)
Castle: Next time?
(Kate glances back, and then keeps walking. Castle grins.)