Gina : What kind of idiot kills off his best-selling main character?
Castle: Are you asking as my blood-sucking publisher, or as my blood-sucking ex-wife?
Gina : Oh, is that what you're doing? Punishing me by killing the golden goose?
Castle: Oh, come on. I may be petty and short-sighted, but I'm not *that* petty and short-sighted.
Martha : Hang on, Sweetie. [Looks at a man among the guests] I just got a hit on my graydar. Bingo. No ring. Stand back, kids. Momma's going fishing.
Castle: When I was your age I - wait. I can't tell that story. It's wildly inappropriate. Which, oddly enough, is my point. Don't you want wildly inappropriate stories that you can't tell your children?
Beckett: [angrily] And every time, the charges were dropped. [drops folder on table]
Castle: What can I say? The mayor's a fan. But if it makes you feel any better, I'd be happy to let you spank me.
[Castle is shown photos of crime scenes modeled after his novels]