Beckett: I need your help.

Castle: There’s a snake on the mother-flyin’ plane.

Castle: That is improbable.

Alexis: You do know he’s fictional, right?

Castle: Just for the record? Extremely bitter.

Espo: Why? Because you’re chicken?
Beckett: No. Because I am a grown-up.
Espo: Yeah…a grown-up chicken. [clucking]

Castle: Uh, you were trash-talking Ryan about it before.
Beckett: Yeah, that’s when I thought that there was no chance in hell that we would actually do it.
Castle: Oh, relax. We’ll just do our routine.
Beckett: We don’t have a routine.
Castle: Come on! That thing in the shower? That is delightful.
Beckett: No. That’s not a routine. That’s two naked people singing when there’s no one around to see or hear it.
Castle: So we’ll add some dance steps and clothes. It’s can’t-miss.

Beckett: You texted Castle and not me?
Ryan: Well, when you have a crazy theory, you don’t call the voice of reason.