AGENT HENDRICKSON: YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY?
DEAN: I THINK I'M ADORABLE.
DEAN: I THINK I'M ADORABLE.
SAM: I SWEAR MAN, YOU REALLY GOTTA UPDATE YOUR CASSETTE TAPE COLLECTION.
DEAN: WHY?
SAM: WELL, FOR ONE, THEY'RE CASSETTE TAPES. AND TWO, BLACK SABBATH? MOTOR HEAD? METALLICA? THEY'RE THE GREATEST HITS OF MULLET ROCK!
DEAN: HOUSE RULES SAMMY. DRIVER PICKS THE MUSIC, SHOTGUN SHUTS HIS CAKE-HOLE.
DEAN: WHY?
SAM: WELL, FOR ONE, THEY'RE CASSETTE TAPES. AND TWO, BLACK SABBATH? MOTOR HEAD? METALLICA? THEY'RE THE GREATEST HITS OF MULLET ROCK!
DEAN: HOUSE RULES SAMMY. DRIVER PICKS THE MUSIC, SHOTGUN SHUTS HIS CAKE-HOLE.
DEAN: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO, SAM? SIT AROUND WRITING SAD POEMS ABOUT HOW I'M GOING TO DIE? YOU KNOW WHAT, I'VE GOT ONE. LETS SEE, WHAT RHYMES WITH 'SHUT UP SAM'?
DIXON: CAN YOU THINK OF A WORSE HELL?
DEAN: WELL...THERE'S HELL.
DEAN: WELL...THERE'S HELL.
DEAN: DAMN COPS!
SAM: THEY WERE JUST DOING THEIR JOB.
DEAN: NO, THEY WERE DOING OUR JOB, ONLY, THEY DON'T KNOW IT. SO THEY SUCK AT IT.
SAM: THEY WERE JUST DOING THEIR JOB.
DEAN: NO, THEY WERE DOING OUR JOB, ONLY, THEY DON'T KNOW IT. SO THEY SUCK AT IT.
SAM: ITS IN GREEK. NO ONE READS GREEK.
DEAN: YEAH...EXCEPT GREEKS.
DEAN: YEAH...EXCEPT GREEKS.
CASTIEL: WHAT'S HONORABLE ABOUT A MINIATURE BAR IN A MOTEL ROOM?
DEAN: EVERYTHING.
DEAN: EVERYTHING.
DEAN: A DEMON AND AN ANGEL WALK INTO MY BROTHER. IT SOUNDS LIKE A BAD JOKE.
CROWLEY: IF I'M PLAN 'A', THE I'M SURE YOU HAVE A VIABLE, MUCH BETTER PLAN 'B'.
DEAN: SO YOU'RE SAYING WE'RE BOTH A COUPLE A DUMB-ASSES.
CASTIEL: I PREFER THE WORD 'TRUSTING'. LESS DUMB, LESS ASS.
CASTIEL: I PREFER THE WORD 'TRUSTING'. LESS DUMB, LESS ASS.