[CSHSC] 2x22 Food to die for

El caso: Unos empleados llegan a la cocina del restaurante donde trabajan para encontrarse a su chef congelado en nitrógeno líquido. ¡El caso del chef que ganó una pasta en un reality show! Yo lo recuerdo sobretodo por la aparición estelar de la amiga de Beckett del instituto.

Trama secundaria: La dueña del restaurante es Madison, la mejor amiga de Beckett del instituto. Si es que el mundo es un pañuelo. Me cae bien Madison, muy divertida la chica, a más que nos cuenta los cotilleos de cuando Beckett era estudiante. 

Castle se lo va a pasar bomba destapando el pasado estudiantil de Beckett.

Por otro lado Alexis tiene el dilema moral de si irse de fin de semana a Los Hamptons con sus amigas o quedarse en casa a estudiar para los exámenes.

Miscelánea: 

-Beckett era un poco gamberrilla en el instituto.

-Becks es como la llama Madison. ¿No es más sencillo llamarla Kate?

-Beckett se pasaba horas viendo Salvados por la campana.

-¿Sopa de palomitas? Vamos por muy de diseño que sea el restaurante eso parece asquerosamente incomestible.

-Castle es muy fan del reality show de cocina.

-Castle se agencia de nitrógeno líquido para hacer el friki en casa, como congelar manzanas y montarse películas sobre dominar el mundo. Su risa maléfica es muy muy maléfica. Al final se le acaba cayendo el reloj, congelando metafóricamente el tiempo.

-Beckett y Madison iban detrás del mismo chico de clase de inglés. Madison se lo recuerda por si le sabe mal lo de salir con Castle a cenar para que no se repita lo que pasó con el chico de inglés (supongo que acabarían mal)

-Rocco, el chef del restaurante donde van a cenar Maddie y Castle también lo odia por haber matado a Derrick Storm. Realmente los lectores querían al personaje.

-Madison dice que Beckett no tiene un tipo de hombre que le guste en concreto, salió con un guitarrista grunge, un estudiante de medicina y hasta con un francés que se rumoreaba que era de la realeza (¿francesa? ¡Ja!) Castle en plena confianza dice que lo que tiene con Demming no va a llegar muy lejos.

-A causa de sus planes rotos, Beckett y Demming no tienen otra que comer comida china en la comisaría, bueno al menos ponen velas.

-El chino de la comida, el sr. Hung le lleva comida para llevar a Demming como favor por recuperarle un medallón familiar datado de la dinastía Ming.

-Y ahí está Beckett, cortando el rollo entre Madison y Castle en su fabulosa cata de menús. Si es que cuando se está celosa una usa sus influencias policiales… vamos, digo yo que no hacía falta llevar a Madison a la comisaría.

-Maddie tira cosas a la gente cuando se enfada. ¡Que mujer!

-Castle le propuso matrimonio a Gina en un viaje en globo… en Febrero.

Castle: What broke?

Alexis: A stupid glass.

Castle: Remind me to get smarter glasses.

Castle: The murder is at Q3? This place has only been open three months. I can't even get a reservation here. I've been dying to eat here.

Beckett: Well, evidently, you're not the only one.

Castle: High school friend, huh? I bet she knows where all your bodies are buried.

Beckett: You can dig all you want, Castle. My secrets are safe with her.

Castle: How can you be sure?

Beckett: Because whatever she knows about me, I know worse about her. We used to hang out, big group of us, had a good time.

Castle: Or maybe by this weekend, I'll figure out a way to take this tank of liquid nitrogen and build it into a weather machine. I'll make it rain. Your friends will have to cancel their trip. You won't have to choose, and then we can take over the world! Muahahahaha!

Alexis: Not helpful.

Castle: But evil.

Castle: Hey, I froze time.

Castle: You realize Madison and I weren't halfway through our tasting menus when you stomped in there like the fun police?

Beckett: What part of her being a suspect in a murder investigation do you not get?
Castle: The waiter was about to come out with the duck confit en croute, Rocco DiSpirito's pumpkin gnocchi, not to mention the langoustine, the lavender crème brûlée that was coming up, and don't even get me started on the wine pairings.

Beckett: I won't.

Castle: I'm just saying, you could've been more civilized and allowed us to finish our meal.

Beckett: Uh-uh. You can watch from the observation room.
Castle: And now... And now you're benching me?
Beckett: You were giggling over the risotto with our suspect.
Castle: Which was to die for, by the way.

Madison: Okay. Next time I'm hitting on a guy you like, come clean with me before I go out with him so you don't have to arrest me to break up the date.
Beckett: Madison, that's not...
Madison: No, no, no, no, no. I get it. You're hot for Castle. You want to make little Castle babies. Why couldn't you just be honest?

Beckett: Maddie.

Madison: What?

Beckett: He can hear us.

Madison: Oh, really?

Beckett: Yes.

Madison: Rick's behind the mirror?
Beckett: Yeah.

Madison: Oh. Like on TV? I have to tweet about this.

Beckett: Madison, put the phone down. Sit. You lied to me.

Castle: Yes, I know. I heard. Everything.

Martha: Who puts an engagement ring inside a cake?
Castle: It's romantic.

Martha: Oh, pl-- It's a choking hazard. I swear, men act as though there's some cosmic reward for crazy proposals. and what a woman really wants is a man down on one knee, tears in his eyes, ring in his hand.

Castle: My proposal to Gina was very romantic.

Martha: A balloon ride is lovely, but not in February.

Castle: Her hand was shaking so much from the cold, it was difficult getting that ring on.

Martha: It was a sign.

Castle: Hmm.

Esposito: The guy lived his job 24/7. It had to be somebody at the restaurant.
Castle: Not necessarily. I've fallen in love with random women on the subway.

Ryan: I've fallen in love with operators on the phone. Even asked one out a couple years ago, but she was in Bangladesh.

Beckett: You know, I can see the virtue in staying. I mean, guys like Wolf, they come in, they upset the apple cart. Of course he makes you feel alive, but eventually, you know he's just gonna let you down. So why risk it?

Castle: Because the heart wants what the heart wants.

Castle: You won't be thanking me when you see what I have planned for this weekend. 1,001 ways to distract someone who's studying. We start by freezing ping-pong balls.