Castle, Season 3

Castle:
Wonder what's up with Alexis. She seems a little out of it.

Martha:
Isn't it obvious?

Castle:
What?

Martha:
Oh, she's in love.

Castle:
Alexis?

Martha:
Oh, come on, darling. In case you haven't noticed, she's not a little girl anymore.

Castle:
Thank you, mother. I think if Alexis were in love she would've told me.

Martha:
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. The fact that she hasn't told you is how we know it's real.

Castle:
[Warningly] Mother.

Martha:
Okay. And the fact that she mentioned it to me last night.

Castle:
Who is he? Where did she meet him?

Martha:
Oh, I don't know. She wouldn't say. No, diva's honor. She didn't tell me anything. She didn't even tell me his name.

Castle:
[Sulkily] Can't believe she told you and not me. I'm supposed to be her go-to guy.

Martha:
Oh, darling, of course you are. It's just, you know, it's first love. It's magical, ethereal. It defies logic.

[Castle's phone rings. He ignores it, still sulking]

Martha:
Richard, your phone.

Castle:
[He shrugs] Mmm.

Martha:
[Picks it up] Ah, Beckett. Maybe it's a nice murder, darling. Brighten your day.

[Castle starts to smile]

Martha:
Good boy.

Castle:
[Answers] Castle.