So I was just rewatching one of the best television shows of all time.
I could’ve kicked Castle to the curb years ago. Anytime I wanted to. Only reason I kept him around this long was because I saw how good he was for you. Kate, you’re the best that I’ve ever trained, maybe the best I’ve ever seen. But you weren’t having any fun before he came along. We speak for the dead. That’s the job. We are all they’ve got once the wicked rob them of their voices. We owe them that. But we don’t owe ‘em our lives.
I prefer not to talk about it. I’ll be okay anyway.
(you are wonderful, you.)
I could be better but I’m fine. How are you?
Heeee, you’re an angel. STAHP IT.
if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence
