Castle, Season 2

Castle:
Hello, Sheila.

Sheila Blaine:
Richard. Figures you'd be at the heart of this mess.

Castle:
Detective Beckett, this is Sheila Blaine, mother of the bride. So, I guess I didn't end up homeless or teaching at a third-rate college in New Hampshire after all.

Sheila:
There's still time.

Castle:
I've missed our special talks. [to Beckett] Sheila didn't approve of struggling artists. [back to Sheila] You must like Greg, though. He's from money, right?

Sheila:
It was never about the money, Richard. It was about character. And you would know that, if you had any. [walks away]

Beckett:
Wow! Just imagine, if things had worked out, you'd be spending Thanksgivings with her.

[Castle shudders]