Frankie: Okay, I know the perfect way to pay my mom forward. I'm gonna get her some of that Bodean's chicken. I am telling you, Mike, it's miracle chicken. Seriously, I think it's laced with something. I might start buying one per week.
Mike: Don't RUFFLES Cheddar this, Frankie. You know, when you fell in love with them, ate seven bags, and then threw up?
Frankie: Oh, we don't know it was that. It could've been the drunken Creole dipping sauce.

Axl: Boom! Nailed it. Thank you, me. Pretty sweet, right? Huh? I was just gonna go sit by the river and think about how I wanted to treat myself when I saw these bad boys sitting in the window at the secondhand store right between a sewing machine and a chipped bowling ball.
Mike: How could you pass that up?
Axl: Exactly. Plus, it's like the perfect storm of giving. I got them at St. Michael's, so all the proceeds go to charity. I look awesome. You guys get to enjoy me in them. I'm paying it forward, backward, and sideways.

Mike: Oh, hey. Morning. Oh, so, listen, you know that I drew your name in Mom's weird thing, so I did a little something for you.
Sue: Aww, Dad, thank you.
Mike: Yep. So I noticed that Woofy Dog was looking a little rough, needed a little fixing up, so I took him out to the doll hospital on Route 10. Ah? What do you think? Mm.
Sue: Oh, my God. It's so great.
Mike: Yeah, they scraped all that old fur off, gave him a new nose, mouth, and ears, and stuffed him up real good. Oh, and he's been waterproofed, so he might smell a little chemically, but they said that'd wear off.
Sue: Yay.
Mike: [chuckles] You know, with all the new fur and stuff, it's like it's practically a whole new dog.
Sue: Yep. It is.
Mike: Okay. Well, good. Glad you like it. Tell your mom.

Frankie: [v.o.] So, here it was... Mother's Day. And I have to say, I'd never felt better. I had infected my family with the spirit of giving like a fungus in a secondhand cowboy boot.
Frankie: [answers cellphone] Oh. Hey. Yeah, I'm already in line, so if you want anything other than gum or an Us magazine, you're out of luck.
Mike: I'm just calling to tell you that I'm driving your mom back. She wants to leave right now.
Frankie: What? But it's Not Mother's Day Mother's Day, and I'm bringing her chicken.
Mike: I know, but she says she forgot to set her DVR to record Castle.
Frankie: Yeah, but that's not on until tomorrow night.
Mike: Well, she says she can't relax. She's nervous she's gonna miss it.
Frankie: Listen, just tell her to spend the night, and we'll watch it at our house.
Mike: Frankie, whatever argument you can throw at me, I've already tried.
Frankie: All right, well, I mean, I-I guess I can eat two chickens. Tell Mom I love her.
Mike: Uh-huh.

Sue: Hey. Got your text. Oh, you're eating in here now. That's a relaxation of my rules, but I guess it's your room now.
Brick: Actually, that's what I want to talk about. Sue, I've been thinking a lot about you giving me your room, and something about it just doesn't feel right.
Sue: It doesn't?
Brick: No. You were so generous, and all I did was just tape together a card for Mom. That doesn't seem fair. I feel like I still need to pay it forward.
Sue: Well, if that's how you really feel, you probably should.
Brick: Oh, good. 'Cause I was thinking about converting your desk into a whole craft area for Mom to do her beadwork. Do you think she'd like that?
Sue: Yeah.
Brick: I just feel like Santiago should be shared with other people.
Sue: Who's Santiago?
Brick: Oh, Tina didn't sound right to me, so I renamed the room Santiago.

Mike: Hmm. Hey, Pat, I know you keep saying that the dancing thing isn't a big deal, but i-it kind of is a big deal to me. I've always thought very highly of you, and I hope that you think highly of me.
Pat: Oh, of course, Mike.
Mike: Okay, 'cause you know I lost my mom pretty young. So for a long time now, you've... kind of been the only mom I've got.

Frankie: Hey. It's me again.
Gloria: Oh, hey! Oh, thank you again. We really appreciate it.
Frankie: Yeah, um, tiny hitch in the whole grocery-buying thing. The cost was just a teeny bit more than I expected, so I thought maybe we could work something out.
Gloria: I don't understand. Uh, a-are you saying you don't want to pay it forward?
Frankie: Oh, no, no, no. I still want to pay it forward. I just might have to pay it slightly less forward. [chuckles] I'm not suggesting you should pay for half of it unless, of course, you want to.
Rodney: Wait. So you want us to give you money?
Frankie: No. [chuckles] No, no, no. That would be ridiculous. Money's already been paid. Everybody clapped.
Gloria: Then what do you want us to do?
Frankie: Um, I don't know. Well, here's a thought. Uh, maybe you could give me some of your groceries. [chuckles]
Gloria: Okay, I guess so.
Frankie: Great. Um, what's in that bag back there?
Rodney: I think it's fruit.
Frankie: Oh, no, I don't want that. Uh, oh, this roast looks delicious. I did put my chicken back. Did you get a chicken? Well, you should. It's out of this world. Okay, uh, pbht! Artisanal chocolate bark? I would never buy that for myself, so that's a yes. Um, oh! Maple bacon. Love me some bacon. I'm going with the bacon.
Gloria: Anything else?
Frankie: No, no. Thank you. And don't forget... pay it forward.

Frankie: [on the phone] All right, now, you see the list? Yeah. Scroll down until you get to Castle. Okay, the arrow keys. Yes, there are. There's four of them. Fine. They're not arrows. They're triangles. All right, so press the triangle that's pointing down. What do you mean, "Now everything's in Korean"? What did you press? [sighs] All right, Mom, never mind. I'll see you in three hours. [sighs]

Pat: And so then, just by looking at the messages on his phone and the receipts in his wallet, Castle figured out that the bad guy made a fake ID to get into the Russian Embassy.
Mike: Mm-hmm.
Pat: Such a clever show.

Cashier: Mm-hmm. Okay, that'll be $15.72, please.
Frankie: Okay. [clears throat] Sorry, sir. I can't find my wallet. Hang on. Hang on. [empties bag] Ooh, who's been eating all this candy, huh? [chuckles] Oh, shoot. You know, I must've left it in my coat pocket, which is back at work. All right, well, I guess I'll have to, um... just take that back.
Mr. Travers: Uh, here. Now, why don't you let me take care of that?
Frankie: No, no, no, no. That's very sweet, but I can't let you do that.
Mr. Travers: I insist. It's my pleasure.
Frankie: Wait. Is this for real? Are we on Good Morning, Orson, with Cissy Layton?
Mr. Travers: Ha! Not that I know of.
Frankie: Well, listen, why don't you just jot down your address a-a-and I'll send you the money? I mean, I would do it myself, but my hands are kind of chicken-y.
Mr. Travers: It's all right. You don't have to pay me back. All I ask is that, you know, pay it forward.
Frankie: Well, okay. Yeah. Thank you so much. Thank you. I will pay it forward.