Lift up my shirt, pull off my boots. Under normal circumstances, I'd like where this was heading.

Rick

Castle: I always liked your legs, but now I respect them.
Beckett: Yours aren't so bad either. For the next police picnic, we should enter the three legged race.

If we ever get out of here, we should seriously consider joining the circus.

Castle

What the hell did Castle get her in to?

Gates

You would make a terrible conjoined twin.

Castle (to Beckett)

What if we're in some psycho's lair and have to kill each other off like in Saw?

Castle

Would it kill you to let someone open the door for you for once?

Castle

What was so special about our victim that someone wanted to erase his identity? Don't say spy.

Beckett

We're in handcuffs. Kinky.

Castle

Don't get up yet, stay in bed.

Castle