Beckett: Castle, I am not getting married in space.
Castle: Why not? We could be the first. Commercial space flight is only a couple of years away. And you said you wanted it to be special.
Beckett: [sarcastic] Yes, because when I was a little girl, imagining my wedding day being stuck in a small tin can with a thousand tons of rocket fuel strapped to my ass was exactly what I had in mind.
Castle: Kate, I'm not proposing to you to keep you here, or because I'm afraid I'm gonna lose you. I'm proposing because I can't imagine my life without you. If that means, when things get difficult, we have to figure them out, then I'm willing to figure them out. Assuming you're willing to figure them out with me.
Beckett: Well, in that case, Richard Edgar Alexander Rodgers Castle, yes. Yes. I will marry you.
Beckett: Did you seriously stay up staring at this Scrabble board all night instead of going to bed?
Castle: With these five remaining tiles, I have to craft a word scoring 9 points... And I turn defeat, into victory.
Alexis: Oh, my gosh, did you really beat dad at Scrabble?
Castle: I concede nothing! Except that I need more coffee.
Martha: That is quite an accomplishment young lady... Nobody beats him, ever!
Beckett: Oh yeah, he's mentioned that... Repeatedly.
Martha: Ahhh, how the mighty have fallen!
Castle: Richard Castle, one word short... I cannot allow this to be my epitaph.
[Beckett and Alexis slyly fist-bump each other.]
Castle: I saw that!