Character: Richard "Rick" Castle. Page 4

The show's been cancelled after twelve episodes, which was twelve more than necessary.

You know that in ancient Greek tragedy means "goat song"? I know, but still don't understand. I don't know what was the first tragedy, but dick is clearly something wrong.

I won't deny it, I drove here and other women, but... they weren't you.

- So it makes that day a bad memory or a good one?
- Both that and another. It is a reminder that even on the worst days there's happiness.

I worked a lot of murder cases, waiting patiently for the day when I can exclaim: the Butler did it!

I just don't understand why they even care.
- Why are people so interested were Brangelina?
Oh, so now we were Brangelina?
- No. No, no. We... Rikkat. No, we -- Kate-IR. Caskett? Ooh, that's good, because all the killing over them.

Don't get me wrong its prudence!

- What are you doing here, friend?
I was going to the Hamptons for the weekend, to write, and thought I'd stop by and see if there are fresh murders.
- Anything to avoid writing, huh?

Yes... Yes, I can do it.
- That's good, because I have a gun, and you have really no choice.

Rebecca: Well, if she was in the air on the helicopter, she had to use a sensor of toxicity.
Castle: the direct Tox monitor, of course.
Beckett: You have no idea what it is.
Castle: No clue.

I don't want to drown in a sea of lies.
Well, if it's any consolation, I know how to do artificial respiration "mouth to mouth".

Beckett: do you Have a spare gun?
Esposito: Yes. *gives Beckett's backup gun*
Castle: Hey, what about me?
Esposito: You mean an extra extra piece?

If we get killed, I'll be extremely upset!

Alright, maybe I'm not ready for anyone to know... yet.
Oh, come on. How would he know?
- You're here just like I was there.
- Yes, Yes, the difference is that on my pants.