[
Dean falls on top of Sam as they sneak through a half open window]
Dean Winchester:
Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester:
OK, be quiet.
Dean Winchester:
Me be quiet? You be quiet!
Dean Winchester:
I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!
Dean Winchester:
Ugh, the thought of him driving my car.
Sam Winchester:
Oh, come on.
Dean Winchester:
It's killing me!
Sam Winchester:
Let it go.
Sam Winchester:
Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.
Dean Winchester:
You know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and that they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
Sam Winchester:
Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?
Dean Winchester:
[
Looking at the haunted hotel] We might even run into Fred and Daphne inside. Mmmm... Daphne. Love her.
Dean Winchester:
Come on man. I know Sam, ok? Better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do. I mean the guy feels guilty searching the internet for porn.
Dean Winchester:
I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.
Dean Winchester:
We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.
Dean Winchester:
[
Sam points to a word carved into a telephone pole] Croatoan?
Sam Winchester:
Yeah.
[
Dean stares blankly]
Sam Winchester:
Roanoke... lost colony... ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?
Dean Winchester:
Yeah. Shot heard 'round the world, how bills become laws...
Sam Winchester:
That's not school; that's schoolhouse rock!
Sam Winchester:
Put the gun down!
Gordon Walker:
You shouldn't take your shoes off around here, you could get tetnis.
Sam Winchester:
I said 'Put the gun down'!
Dean Winchester:
Ya' know she could be faking.
Sam Winchester:
Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick?
[
Dean nods]
Sam Winchester:
Dude, you're not gonna poke her with a stick?
Dean Winchester:
Damn cops.
Sam Winchester:
They were just doing their job.
Dean Winchester:
No, they were doing our job, only they don't know it so they suck at it.
Dean Winchester:
[
after a nice cop says okie dokie] I like him, he says okie dokie.
Sam Winchester:
Kids are great.
Dean Winchester:
Yeah I love kids.
Sam Winchester:
Name three kids you actually know.
[
Dean scratches his head]
Sam Winchester:
Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit. You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies.
Dean Winchester:
What are you talking about, I eat.
Dean Winchester:
What's a P.A.?
Sam Winchester:
I think it's kinda like a slave.
McG:
Marty, what do you think?
Martin:
Not married to salt, what do you want? still sticking with condiments?
McG:
Just sounds different, not better. What else would a ghost be scared of?
Walter Dixon:
Aww, ya gotta be kidding me.
Martin:
[
Aside] What would a ghost be scared of?
[
to McG]
Martin:
Maybe shotguns.
McG:
K, that makes even less sense than salt.
Sam Winchester:
Why'd you let me fall asleep?
Dean Winchester:
Because I am an awesome brother. What did you dream about?
Sam Winchester:
Lollipops and candycanes.
Dean Winchester:
This looks like a zombie pen, Sammy.
Sam Winchester:
Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're gonna wanna make damn sure it's him.
Dean Winchester:
You're such a stickler for details, Sammy.
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