Kate : I think you're real. Daniel : But what IS real?

Rafferty : And... where will you stay until then? Kate : Ah well, this is an inn, so I kind of figured that I would stay here. Rafferty : Impossible. Uh, as I said, we're closed until December 26th. The staff's already gone, and I'll be leaving within the hour. Kate : Mm. Well, as executor of the estate, I have a set of keys, so, not impossible. Rafferty : Inadvisable.

Kate : But you know, I'm not going to pretend to feel something that I don't, and, you're so right, I just... I don't.

Rafferty : Though Daniel's never harmed anyone, every once in a while he does like to assert himself. Kate : "Daniel." Mm-hm. You're on a first name basis with the ghost?

Oliver : Henrietta Forsythe finally died. Kate : And good morning, Oliver.

Laird : I knew when we met, the man who won you would be beyond lucky. Kate : Um... Laird : Kate, that man just isn't me. Kate : Uh, I'm sorry.

Kate : [back from Boston]  So, any more ghost sightings? Daniel : Only when I look in the mirror.

Kate : Times have changed since you were last out in the world. Daniel : People don't fall in love? Kate : Some do. I haven't. Good night.

Kate : I'm no expert on curses, but this one seems weird. He's a ghost except for two weeks? Why? Did he insult a witch? Rafferty : There are no witches. Kate : Oh, right, 'cause THAT would be crazy.

Kate : Are you going to keep disappearing and reappearing like this? Daniel : Are you gonna keep calling the sheriff? I'm pretty sure he thinks it's all in your head. Kate : Is it? Are you? Daniel : You tell me. It's your head.

Laird : You're beautiful, and smart, and I know that somewhere deep inside you is a woman capable of great love - but I don't bring that out in you and I never will. Kate : Are you breaking up with me? Laird : Yes. Kate : Oh, thank God. Laird : What? Kate : I thought you were proposing.