Ryan: Are you saying you want to wager on who solves their case first?
Esposito: That’s sick, bro. Fifty bucks?
Ryan: We win, you pay us both.
Castle: Deal.

Ryan: You wanna bet? Or maybe double down?
Esposito: Not money. Humiliation. Loser wears a dress to the precinct for a week.
Ryan: Why stop there? Loser also shaves his head. Or are you chicken?
Castle: You’re on, honey-milk.

Castle: No time for dirty talk, go get changed.

Beckett: (speaking with a fake Russian accent) Sometimes, when I am bored, I go to Glechik Cafe in Little Odessa and pretend to be Muscovite.

Castle: You guys should really sell tickets. I mean, you got everything, madness, mayhem.