Capt Montgomery: Feds say he's a white male, 25 to 45 years old...
Castle: Could be me.
Capt Montgomery: With a dysfunctional relationship with his mother...
Castle: Still me.
Capt Montgomery: He has a menial, unimportant job...
Beckett: Definitely you.
Castle: Just for that, I base my next book on Esposito.
Castle: I can't believe you got dressed up for this. Tell me again why Ryan and Esposito couldn't come with you?
Beckett: Well, they agreed as a volunteer assistant homicide detective you could really sink your teeth into this avenue of investigation. And they called "not it."
Castle: You know, ever since I've been following you, I've been dreaming of the day that you'd say "let's go to the strip club and get this dirt bag." I just never imagined it would feel like this.
Beckett: Let me know if you need any singles.
Castle: You know what? This isn't about your mother's case anymore. This is about you needing a place to hide. Because you've been chasing this so long, you're afraid to find out who you are without it.
Beckett: You don't know me, Castle! You think you do, but you don't.
Castle: I know you crawled inside your mother's murder and didn't come out. I know you hide there. The same way you hide in these nowhere relationships with men you don't love. You could be happy, Kate. You deserve to be happy. But you're afraid.
Castle: [To Beckett] See? Everyone thinks about it.
Montgomery: Everybody thinks about what?
Castle: What they would do if they won the lottery.
Montgomery: Big ass boat, 60 footer, monster spinnaker hanging off the bow, two deep sea rods, hanging off the stern.
Beckett: OK, while you guys are fantasizing about the size of your rods, I'm going to go and interrogate our suspect.