Nathan Fillion (back to the N list / F list)

Kate Beckett: If you tell anyone what I'm about to say, there's going to be another shooting. But... I've gotten used to you pulling my pigtails. I have a hard job, Castle, and having you around makes it a little more fun.

Richard Castle: Your secret's safe with me.

Mal: Now, you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell... but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet I will end you.

Mal: You know, they tell ya to never hit a man with a closed fist, but it is, on occasion, hilarious.

Mal: Hell, this job I would pull for free!

Zoe: Well, can I have your share?

Mal: No!

Zoe: If you die, can I have your share?

Mal: Yes.

Warrick: You didn't have to wound that man.

Mal: Yeah, I know, it was just funny.

River: They weren't cows inside. They were waiting to be but they forgot. Now they see sky and they remember what they are.

Mal: Is it bad that what she said made perfect sense to me?

Mal: If he calls back, keep him occupied.

Wash: What do I do, shadow puppets?

Mal: Which one do you think tracked us?

Zoe: The ugly one, sir.

Mal: ...Could you be more specific?

Mal: Well, what do you think?

Zoe: You mean you paid money for this? On purpose?

Mal: Next time you decide to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face.

Shepherd Book: Captain, do you mind if I say grace?

Mal: Only if you say it out loud.

Bill Pardy: My easy-going nature is gettin' sorely fuckin' tested.

[Bill's been badly wounded by one of the alien probes.]

Kylie Strutemyer: You have to get both of those things in you to get all womby.

Bill Pardy: That's awesome.

Bill Pardy: Thank you for saving my ass back there.

Kylie Strutemyer: You're welcome.

Bill Pardy: Of course, when I tell that story, it's gonna be the other way around.

Kylie Strutemyer: What are we gonna do now?

Bill Pardy: I don't know. Probably turn into a couple of these fucked-up things.

Jack MacReady: We need to find this Grant, and I mean yesterday. Town council's lit a Roman Candle, stuck it up my ass.

Bill Pardy: Jack, your leisure activities ain't my business.