Flowers for Your Grave

Season 1, Episode 1

Beckett: No signs of struggle. He knew her.

Lanie: Even bought her flowers. Who says romance is dead

Beckett: I do. Every Saturday night.

Lanie: A little lipstick wouldn't hurt.

Castle: (to Alexis) When I was your age I... wait. I can't tell that story. It's wildly inappropriate. Which, oddly enough, is my point. Don't you want wildly inappropriate stories that you can't tell your children?

Castle: [to his daughter Alexis] I just want someone to like come up to me and say something new.

Beckett: Mr. Castle?

Castle: [turning around holding a pen ready to give an autograph] Where would you like it?

Beckett: [holding badge] Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD. We need to ask you a few questions about a murder that took place earlier tonight.

Alexis: [taking the pen from him] That's new.

Beckett: Says here that you stole a police horse...

Castle: Borrowed.

Beckett: And you were nude at the time.

Castle: It was spring.

(Castle asked Beckett for photos of the murders)

Castle: I'm not asking for the bodies. Just the pictures.

Martha:It's my fault, really. He never had a father figure.

Castle: Oh, that's not true, mother. I had lots of father figures.

Alexis: If I'm gonna have to keep bailing you out, you're going to have to raise my allowance... a lot.

Ryan: [pointing to inscription on Castle's book] From the library of Katherine Beckett.

Beckett: Do you have a problem with reading, Ryan?

Esposito: Yo, check it, girl, you're totally a fan!

Beckett: Right? Of the genre?

Ryan: Right, the genre, that's why you're blushing.

Beckett: What are you, twelve?

Castle: [to Beckett] Well, you're not bridge and tunnel. No trace of the boroughs when you talk, so that means Manhattan, that means money. You went to college, probably a pretty good one. You had options. Yeah, you had lots of options, better options, more socially acceptable options, and you still chose this. That tells me something happened. Not to you. No, you're wounded, but you're not that wounded. No, it was somebody you cared about. It was someone you loved. [realizing he's overstepped] And you probably could have lived with that, but the person responsible was never caught. And that, Detective Beckett, is why you're here.

Beckett: Are you here to annoy me?

Castle: I'm here for the story.

Beckett: Half of the guys are waiting for prints. You don't just jump the line.

Castle: Oh, I think somebody feels threatened.

Beckett: I'm not threatened.

Castle: No, no, I get it. I can call the mayor and you can't.

Beckett: We have procedure. Protocol.

Castle: Yeah, and you always come to a complete stop at a red light and you never fudge your taxes. Tell me something: do you ever have any fun? Let your hair down? Drop your top? A little "cops gone wild"?

Beckett: You do know that I'm wearing a gun?

Esposito: (about Castle) The man's got the Mayor on speed dial. The rich really are different.

Beckett: 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.

Castle: That's too easy. The reader would never buy it.

Beckett: 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.

(Whilst being held at gun point by Jonathan Tisdale)

Beckett: Castle, you ok?

Castle: Yeah, but this psycho here needs a breath mint.

Beckett: You wanted to see me, sir?

Montgomery: Yeah. I just got a call from the mayor's office. Apparently, you have a fan.

Beckett: A fan, sir?

Montgomery: Rick Castle. Seems he's found the main character for his next set of novels: a tough but savvy female detective.

Beckett: ... I'm flattered?

Montgomery: Don't be. He says he has to do research.

Beckett: Oh no.

Montgomery: Oh yes.

Beckett: No way.

Montgomery: Beckett, listen.

Beckett: Sir, he is like a nine-year-old on a sugar rush, totally incapable of taking anything seriously.

Montgomery: But he did help solve this case. And when the mayor's happy, the commissioner's happy. And when the commissioner's happy, I'm happy.

Beckett: How long, sir?

Montgomery: [motioning to his door] It's up to him. [Beckett turns to find Castle standing in the doorway, smirking]

{And this is what started it all...}