Bobby Singer: Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son.
Ruby: I'm the girl who just saved your ass.
Dean Winchester: Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. And, I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Sam Winchester: It's Hellfire, Dean.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, whatever. You're alive, I feel good for the first time in a long time. I got a an to live, Sam. I'd like to make the most of it, so what do toi say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little Hell, huh?
Sam Winchester: You're unbelievable.
Dean Winchester: Very true.
Dean Winchester: What's in the box!
Silence.
Dean Winchester: Brad Pitt, Se7en, no?
Sam Winchester: How could toi make that deal?
Dean Winchester: Because I couldn't live with toi dead.
Bobby Singer: A cheeseburger for breakfast?
Dean Winchester: I ain't sweating the cholesterol.
Ruby: I'm the girl who just saved your ass.
Dean Winchester: Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. And, I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Sam Winchester: It's Hellfire, Dean.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, whatever. You're alive, I feel good for the first time in a long time. I got a an to live, Sam. I'd like to make the most of it, so what do toi say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little Hell, huh?
Sam Winchester: You're unbelievable.
Dean Winchester: Very true.
Dean Winchester: What's in the box!
Silence.
Dean Winchester: Brad Pitt, Se7en, no?
Sam Winchester: How could toi make that deal?
Dean Winchester: Because I couldn't live with toi dead.
Bobby Singer: A cheeseburger for breakfast?
Dean Winchester: I ain't sweating the cholesterol.
Sam Winchester: toi wanna maybe open it up after your done patting yourself on the back.
Dean Winchester: Well my room mate doesn't say, how's yours?
Sam Winchester: He just keeps starring at me in a way that makes me really uneasy.
Dean Winchester: Sounds like you're making new friends.
Sam Winchester: toi heard in the yard?
Dean Winchester: Yeah.
Sam Winchester: Dean, doesn't it bother toi how well toi seem to fit in here?
Dean Winchester: No, not really.
As they walk into the prison.
Sam Winchester: This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done... And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy.
Dean Winchester: Calm down. It's all part of the plan.
FBI Agent Victor Henricksen: toi think you're funny?
Dean Winchester: I think I'm adorable.
Dean Winchester: Well my room mate doesn't say, how's yours?
Sam Winchester: He just keeps starring at me in a way that makes me really uneasy.
Dean Winchester: Sounds like you're making new friends.
Sam Winchester: toi heard in the yard?
Dean Winchester: Yeah.
Sam Winchester: Dean, doesn't it bother toi how well toi seem to fit in here?
Dean Winchester: No, not really.
As they walk into the prison.
Sam Winchester: This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done... And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy.
Dean Winchester: Calm down. It's all part of the plan.
FBI Agent Victor Henricksen: toi think you're funny?
Dean Winchester: I think I'm adorable.
Sam Winchester: Should've thought of it.
Dean Winchester: What?
Sam Winchester: It's an old country custom Dean. Planting a arbre as a grave marker.
Dean Winchester: You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness.
Wwalks off
Sam Winchester: [calls after him] Yeah, I know.
Dean Winchester: [after they come to see a creepy-looking house] toi know, just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house.
Molly McNamara: Oh, Thank God!
Dean Winchester: Ah, Call me Dean.
Dean Winchester: Hey, follow the creepy brick road.
Dean Winchester: What?
Sam Winchester: It's an old country custom Dean. Planting a arbre as a grave marker.
Dean Winchester: You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness.
Wwalks off
Sam Winchester: [calls after him] Yeah, I know.
Dean Winchester: [after they come to see a creepy-looking house] toi know, just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house.
Molly McNamara: Oh, Thank God!
Dean Winchester: Ah, Call me Dean.
Dean Winchester: Hey, follow the creepy brick road.
