Kate: Are you here to annoy me?
Castle: I'm here for the story.
Castle: That's too easy. The reader would never buy it.
Kate: This isn't one of your books, Castle. Out here, we find a guy standing over a body with a gun, he's usually the guy who did it.
Esposito: (about Castle) The man's got the Mayor on speed dial. The rich really are different.
Kate: You want him? He's yours.
Esposito: A control freak like you with something you can't control? No, no, that's gonna be more fun than Shark Week.
Kate: No signs of struggle. He knew her.
Lanie: Even bought her flowers. Who says romance is dead?
Kate: I do. Every Saturday night.
Lanie: A little lipstick wouldn't hurt.
(Castle asked Beckett for photos of the murders)
Castle: I'm not asking for the bodies. Just the pictures.
Whilst being held at gun point by Jonathan Tisdale-pilot)
Beckett: Castle, you ok?
Castle: Yeah, but this psycho here needs a breath mint.
Castle: (Beckett grabs his nose) Apples! Apples! Apples!
Castle: So. Looks like I managed to make it through the case without getting injured, shot or killed.
Kate: Yeah, well, maybe tomorrow.
Kate: Okay, Castle, but it's accompany and observe, not participate and annoy. Got it?
Castle: Participate and annoy is a lot more fun, but alright.
Castle: We could always make it strip poker.
Kate: Sorry, but I prefer mystery to horror.
Castle: (to Kate about marriage) You'd be good at it. You're both controlling and disapproving. You should really try it.
Castle: Oh my god. This is quite possibly the worst coffee I've ever tasted. It's actually kind of facinatiing. It tastes like a... (pauses to sip the coffee) it tastes like a monkey peed in battery acid. Try some?
Castle: I'm here for the story.
Castle: That's too easy. The reader would never buy it.
Kate: This isn't one of your books, Castle. Out here, we find a guy standing over a body with a gun, he's usually the guy who did it.
Esposito: (about Castle) The man's got the Mayor on speed dial. The rich really are different.
Kate: You want him? He's yours.
Esposito: A control freak like you with something you can't control? No, no, that's gonna be more fun than Shark Week.
Kate: No signs of struggle. He knew her.
Lanie: Even bought her flowers. Who says romance is dead?
Kate: I do. Every Saturday night.
Lanie: A little lipstick wouldn't hurt.
(Castle asked Beckett for photos of the murders)
Castle: I'm not asking for the bodies. Just the pictures.
Whilst being held at gun point by Jonathan Tisdale-pilot)
Beckett: Castle, you ok?
Castle: Yeah, but this psycho here needs a breath mint.
Castle: (Beckett grabs his nose) Apples! Apples! Apples!
Castle: So. Looks like I managed to make it through the case without getting injured, shot or killed.
Kate: Yeah, well, maybe tomorrow.
Kate: Okay, Castle, but it's accompany and observe, not participate and annoy. Got it?
Castle: Participate and annoy is a lot more fun, but alright.
Castle: We could always make it strip poker.
Kate: Sorry, but I prefer mystery to horror.
Castle: (to Kate about marriage) You'd be good at it. You're both controlling and disapproving. You should really try it.
Castle: Oh my god. This is quite possibly the worst coffee I've ever tasted. It's actually kind of facinatiing. It tastes like a... (pauses to sip the coffee) it tastes like a monkey peed in battery acid. Try some?
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful Detective, Kate Beckett, who was known through out the kingdom of New York. She brought justice to the people, and put criminals away. She was respected by all of the people in the kingdom, but little did she know that the next day, something terrible would happen to her.
On the other side of the kingdom, there lived a writer. His name was Richard Castle, and he was ruggedly handsome. He loved the world of mystery, and wrote about crimes of passion and love. He had everything that a man could ever want, except for some one to share it with.
One day, while Det. Beckett was doing work at the office, a masked man came up behind her and grabbed her, vanishing into the night. The news of her disappearance quickly spread. Eventually, the news got to Mr. Castle. He thought to himself, "this will be the perfect opportunity for me to find my true love!" So he set out the next morning to find her.
On the other side of the kingdom, there lived a writer. His name was Richard Castle, and he was ruggedly handsome. He loved the world of mystery, and wrote about crimes of passion and love. He had everything that a man could ever want, except for some one to share it with.
One day, while Det. Beckett was doing work at the office, a masked man came up behind her and grabbed her, vanishing into the night. The news of her disappearance quickly spread. Eventually, the news got to Mr. Castle. He thought to himself, "this will be the perfect opportunity for me to find my true love!" So he set out the next morning to find her.