Favorite Quote
Haley: I don't know how to thank you. (Dean gives her "the look") Must you cheapen the moment? Dean: Yeah.
Policeman: So you want to give us your real name? Dean: I told you, it’s Nugent. Ted Nugent.
Sam: You smell like a toilet
Sam: Dude, you gotta update your cassette tape collection. Dean: Why? Sam: Well for one they are cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica... its the greatest hits of mullet rock. Dean: House rules, Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. Sam: Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It's Sam okay. Dean: Sorry cant hear you. The music's too loud. Sam: Dude, you gotta update your cassette tape collection. Dean: Why? Sam: Well for one they are cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica... its the greatest hits of mullet rock. Dean: House rules, Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. Sam: Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It's Sam okay. Dean: Sorry cant hear you. The music's too loud.
Officer: So, fake U.S. Marshall. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real? Dean: My boobs
(talking about the shapeshifter) Dean: Argh, the thought of him driving my car. Sam: Ah come on. Dean: It's killing me! Sam: Let it go
Dean: You know, I gotta say, I'm sorry I'm going to miss it. Sam: Miss what? Dean: How many chances am I going to have to see my own funeral.
Missouri: Don't worry about a thing, your wife's crazy about you. (client leaves) Whoo, poor bastard. His woman is cold-banging the gardener. Dean: Why didn't you tell him? Missouri: People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news
Dean: Listen, Jenny, it's important, Ow! (Missouri hits him on the back of the head) Missouri: Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset. (to Jenny) forgive this boy - he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed.
Missouri: Don’t worry – Dean’s going to clean up this mess. Well what are you waiting for, boy. Grab the mop. (Dean glares silently) And don’t cuss at me!
Missouri: Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm going to whack you with a spoon. Dean: I didn't do anything. Missouri: You were thinking about it
Emily: So what’s the plan? Dean: I’m working on it. (several hours later) Emily: You don’t have a plan, do you? Dean: I’m working on it…
Dean: How’d you get here? Sam: I stole a car. Dean: That’s my boy!
Dean: Dude, you fugly.
Dean: I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go. Sam: Where? Dean: Vegas. (Sam ‘harrumphs’ and walks out) What? Come on man! Craps table? We’d clean up!
Pa Bender: Tell me, any other cops gonna come lookin' for you? Dean: Oh, eat me! No, no, no...wait, wait. You actually might.
Pa Bender: Only reason I don’t let my boys take you right here and now is there’s something I need to know. Dean: How about “It’s not nice to marry your sister”?
bound up by Meg) Sam: Wanna have fun? Go ahead. I'm a little tied up right now.
Sam: So, you talk to the cops? Dean: Uh, yeah. I spoke to Amy a, uh, charming and perky officer of the law. Sam: Yeah, and what did you find out? Dean: Well, she’s a Sagittarius. She loves tequila, I mean...whew. Oh, and she’s got this little tattoo...
Sam: Go to Hell! Meg: Baby, I’m already there.
Dean: People believe in Santa Claus - why aren't I getting hooked up every Christmas? Sam: 'Cause you're a bad person
Dean: I thought the legend said the Mordecai only goes after chicks. Sam: It does. Dean: Alright, well I mean that explains why it went after you, but why me?
Sam: What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks!
Sam: Maybe we could tell them there's a gas leak, that might get them out of the house for a few hours. Dean: Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us? Sam: Yeah. (long pause) We could always tell them the truth. Sam and Dean: (in unison) Naaah
Cute Girl: Hi, is there anything I can do for you? Dean: Oh god, yes
Dean: So... cute kid. Andrea: Thanks. Dean: Kids are the best, huh?
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