Sam: Burning the painting didn't get rid of it
Dean: Yeah, thank toi Captain Obvious
Dean: (talking about his dad) toi know I l’amour the guy but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda.
Bela: Do toi really think this is going to work?
Dean: Almost definitely not.
Bela: So, how'd things go last night with Peter?
Bela: That well, huh.
Dean: If toi say "I told toi so," I swear to God, I'll start swinging
Dean:You know what? I’m not going to kill her. I think slow torture’s the way to go
Dean:You stink like sex
Dean: Can I shoot her?
Sam: Not in public
Sam: I think it's Snow White
Dean: Snow White? Ah, I saw that movie. Oh, the porn version anyway.
Dean: Your half-caf, double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Dean: We don't? Well, we should. You're my brother.
Sam: You're my brother.
Dean: Yeah!
Sam: toi know, that's what toi a dit when toi snaked my ATM card, ou when toi bailed on my graduation, ou when toi hooked up with Rachel Nayv.
Dean: Who?
Sam: Uh, my prom date. On prom night.
Dean: *under his breath* Yeah, that does kinda sound like me.
Sam: This is the dumbest thing you've ever done.
Dean: I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?
Henricksen: toi think you're funny?
Dean: I think I'm adorable.
Dean: Ya' know she could be faking.
Sam: Yeah, what do toi wanna do, poke her with a stick?
Dean: *nods*
Sam: Dude, you're not gonna poke her with a stick?
Dean : What do toi want me to do, Sam, huh? Sit around all jour écriture sad poems about how I’m going to die? toi know what, I’ve got one. Let’s see, what rhymes with "Shut up, Sam"?
Dean : toi fudging touch me again, I'll fudging kill you!
Dean: I hope your pomme pie is freakin' worth it!
Dean: We might even run into Fred and Daphnie inside. Mmmm... Daphnie. I l’amour her.
Dean: Come on man. I know Sam, OK? Better than anyone. He's got plus of a conscience than I do. I mean the guy feels guilty searching the internet for porn.
Dean: I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.
Dean: We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.
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.
Dean: I like him. He says okie dokie.
Dean : As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.
Sam : Kids are the best?
Dean : Yeah, I l’amour kids.
Sam : Name three children that toi even know.
Dean : (scratches head)
Sam : (walks away)
Dean : I'm thinking!
Dean : Ugh, the thought of him driving my car.
Sam : Oh, c'mon.
Dean : It's killing me!
Dean : Man, you're a lying bastard! I thought toi a dit we were going to see a doctor.
Sam : I believe I a dit specialist. Look Dean, this guy is supposed to be the real deal.
Dean : I can't believe toi brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent!
Dean : toi better take care of that car. Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass.
Sam : I don't think that's funny.
Dean : Oh come on, it's a little funny.
Sam : Dean, there's ten times as much lore about anges as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.
Dean : toi know what, there's a ton of lore on licornes too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and that they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
Sam : (looking heartbroken) Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?
Dean : (Looks concerned for a moment, then catches on.) Cute.
Dean : Of course, the most troubling question is, why do these people assume we're gay.
Dean (to infected townsperson) : Heh. Well, toi are a handsome devil, but I don't balançoire, swing that way. Sorry.
Dean : The secretary's name is Carly. She's 23, she kayaks, and they're real.
Sam : toi didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black chiens lately, did you?
(Dean hands over a list.)
Dean : Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black ou doglike. There's 19 calls in all. And, uh, I don't know what this is.
(He hands Sam a post-it note. Sam laughs.)
Sam : toi mean Carly's MySpace address?
Dean : Yeah, MySpace, what the hell is that?
(Sam laughs.)
Dean: Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?
Sam: So let me get this straight. toi want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some aléatoire chick?
Dean: She was a yoga teacher. That was the bendiest weekend of my life!
Dean:1995.
Sam: No way. That's my Division Championship football trophy. I can't believe he kept this.
Dean: Probably the closest toi ever got to being a boy.
Dean:: So if we wanna go check out these omens in Ohio, think toi can have that thing ready par this afternoon?
Bobby: Well, it won’t kill demons par then, but I can promise it’ll kill you.
Sam: I've got a theory. Sort of.
Dean: Hit me.
Sam: Well, thinking about fairy tales.
Dean: Oh, that’s... that's nice. toi think about fairy tales often?
Sam: (staring at frog on the road) Yeah, you’re right, that's completely normal.
Dean: All right, maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales. I'll tell toi one thing, there’s no way I'm s’embrasser a damned frog.
Sam: (gesturing to citrouille on porch) Hey, check that out.
Dean: Yeah? It's close to Halloween.
Sam: toi remember Cinderella? The citrouille that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?
Dean: Dude! Could toi be plus gay? Don't answer that.
Dean: toi find a way to stop Callie, all right.
Sam: What about you?
Dean: I'm gonna go stop the big bad wolf. Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said.
Dean: A Hand of Glory? I think I got one of those at the end of my Thai massage last week.
Bela: toi know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.
Dean: (after thinking hard) Don't objectify me.
Dixon: Can toi think of a worse hell?
Dean: Well, there's Hell.
Sam: Huh, when toi sacrifice to Holnacar, guess what he gives toi in return?
Dean: Lap dances, hopefully.
Dean: She gave them to toi for free? Do toi sell them for free?
Shopkeeper: No way. It's Christmas. People pay a buttload for them.
Dean: That's the spirit.
Sam: (getting off the phone with Bobby) Well, we're not dealing with the anti-Claus.
Dean: What'd Bobby say?
Sam: Uh, that we're morons.
Dean: toi saved my life.
Ruby: Don't mention it.
Dean: What was that stuff? God, it was ass. It tasted like ass.
Ruby: It's witchcraft, short bus. (she leaves)
Dean:You're the short bus, short bus...
Dean: toi wanna kill me. Get in the line bitch!
Dean(to Sam after he wakes up from a 'pleasant' dream)- "Who are toi dreaming about? Angelina Jolie?"
Sam- "No..."
Dean- "Brad Pitt?"
Dean being mimicked par Sam: toi think your being funny but your being really really childish...Sam winchester wears make-up...Sam Winchester cries his way through sex...Sam Winchester keeps a ruler par his lit and every morning when he wakes up he...OK ENOUGH!!
(Mystery Spot)
Dean: Lets hunt down those evil sons of bitches as soon as we can!
"It's like we got a contract on us. toi think it's 'cause we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause it's we're so awesome." -Dean
Henriksen: I shot the Sheriff.
Dean (stares at the dead cop for a minute): But toi didn't shoot the Deputy
(Jus In Bello)
Henricksen: I mean, after all, seeing toi two in chains...
Dean: toi kinky son of a b!tch, we don't balançoire, swing that way.
Sam: toi were possessed.
Henricksen: Possessed like... possessed?
Sam: That's what it feels like. Now toi know
Dean: I owe toi the biggest "I told toi so" ever.
Dean: Honestly, I think the world's going to end bloody. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin'.
Henricksen: I better call in. Hell of a story I won't be telling.
Sam: So what are toi going to tell them?
Henricksen: The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the suivant five minutes.
Dean: Good luck with that.
Sam: So, what's the plan?
Dean: Open the doors, let them all in, and we fight.
Henricksen: toi know what my job is?
Dean: toi mean, besides locking up the good guys?
(Jus in Bello)
Dean: I hate witches! Spewing their bodly fluids every where, it is insanity! No down right unsanitary!
Sam: Yeah.
Meg: He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. Thats when I slit his throat!
Dean: For your sake, I hope your lying. 'cause if it's true i swear to *GOD!* I will march into hell myself, and i will slaughter each and every one of toi evil sons of bitches, so help me God!
Dean: Where's our Dad, Meg?
Meg: toi didn't ask very nicely
Dean: Where's our Dad BITCH!
Meg: Do toi Kiss toi mother with that mouth? Oh i forgot...... toi dont!
Dean: Yeah, thank toi Captain Obvious
Dean: (talking about his dad) toi know I l’amour the guy but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda.
Bela: Do toi really think this is going to work?
Dean: Almost definitely not.
Bela: So, how'd things go last night with Peter?
Bela: That well, huh.
Dean: If toi say "I told toi so," I swear to God, I'll start swinging
Dean:You know what? I’m not going to kill her. I think slow torture’s the way to go
Dean:You stink like sex
Dean: Can I shoot her?
Sam: Not in public
Sam: I think it's Snow White
Dean: Snow White? Ah, I saw that movie. Oh, the porn version anyway.
Dean: Your half-caf, double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Dean: We don't? Well, we should. You're my brother.
Sam: You're my brother.
Dean: Yeah!
Sam: toi know, that's what toi a dit when toi snaked my ATM card, ou when toi bailed on my graduation, ou when toi hooked up with Rachel Nayv.
Dean: Who?
Sam: Uh, my prom date. On prom night.
Dean: *under his breath* Yeah, that does kinda sound like me.
Sam: This is the dumbest thing you've ever done.
Dean: I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?
Henricksen: toi think you're funny?
Dean: I think I'm adorable.
Dean: Ya' know she could be faking.
Sam: Yeah, what do toi wanna do, poke her with a stick?
Dean: *nods*
Sam: Dude, you're not gonna poke her with a stick?
Dean : What do toi want me to do, Sam, huh? Sit around all jour écriture sad poems about how I’m going to die? toi know what, I’ve got one. Let’s see, what rhymes with "Shut up, Sam"?
Dean : toi fudging touch me again, I'll fudging kill you!
Dean: I hope your pomme pie is freakin' worth it!
Dean: We might even run into Fred and Daphnie inside. Mmmm... Daphnie. I l’amour her.
Dean: Come on man. I know Sam, OK? Better than anyone. He's got plus of a conscience than I do. I mean the guy feels guilty searching the internet for porn.
Dean: I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.
Dean: We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.
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.
Dean: I like him. He says okie dokie.
Dean : As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.
Sam : Kids are the best?
Dean : Yeah, I l’amour kids.
Sam : Name three children that toi even know.
Dean : (scratches head)
Sam : (walks away)
Dean : I'm thinking!
Dean : Ugh, the thought of him driving my car.
Sam : Oh, c'mon.
Dean : It's killing me!
Dean : Man, you're a lying bastard! I thought toi a dit we were going to see a doctor.
Sam : I believe I a dit specialist. Look Dean, this guy is supposed to be the real deal.
Dean : I can't believe toi brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent!
Dean : toi better take care of that car. Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass.
Sam : I don't think that's funny.
Dean : Oh come on, it's a little funny.
Sam : Dean, there's ten times as much lore about anges as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.
Dean : toi know what, there's a ton of lore on licornes too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and that they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
Sam : (looking heartbroken) Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?
Dean : (Looks concerned for a moment, then catches on.) Cute.
Dean : Of course, the most troubling question is, why do these people assume we're gay.
Dean (to infected townsperson) : Heh. Well, toi are a handsome devil, but I don't balançoire, swing that way. Sorry.
Dean : The secretary's name is Carly. She's 23, she kayaks, and they're real.
Sam : toi didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black chiens lately, did you?
(Dean hands over a list.)
Dean : Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black ou doglike. There's 19 calls in all. And, uh, I don't know what this is.
(He hands Sam a post-it note. Sam laughs.)
Sam : toi mean Carly's MySpace address?
Dean : Yeah, MySpace, what the hell is that?
(Sam laughs.)
Dean: Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?
Sam: So let me get this straight. toi want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some aléatoire chick?
Dean: She was a yoga teacher. That was the bendiest weekend of my life!
Dean:1995.
Sam: No way. That's my Division Championship football trophy. I can't believe he kept this.
Dean: Probably the closest toi ever got to being a boy.
Dean:: So if we wanna go check out these omens in Ohio, think toi can have that thing ready par this afternoon?
Bobby: Well, it won’t kill demons par then, but I can promise it’ll kill you.
Sam: I've got a theory. Sort of.
Dean: Hit me.
Sam: Well, thinking about fairy tales.
Dean: Oh, that’s... that's nice. toi think about fairy tales often?
Sam: (staring at frog on the road) Yeah, you’re right, that's completely normal.
Dean: All right, maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales. I'll tell toi one thing, there’s no way I'm s’embrasser a damned frog.
Sam: (gesturing to citrouille on porch) Hey, check that out.
Dean: Yeah? It's close to Halloween.
Sam: toi remember Cinderella? The citrouille that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?
Dean: Dude! Could toi be plus gay? Don't answer that.
Dean: toi find a way to stop Callie, all right.
Sam: What about you?
Dean: I'm gonna go stop the big bad wolf. Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said.
Dean: A Hand of Glory? I think I got one of those at the end of my Thai massage last week.
Bela: toi know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.
Dean: (after thinking hard) Don't objectify me.
Dixon: Can toi think of a worse hell?
Dean: Well, there's Hell.
Sam: Huh, when toi sacrifice to Holnacar, guess what he gives toi in return?
Dean: Lap dances, hopefully.
Dean: She gave them to toi for free? Do toi sell them for free?
Shopkeeper: No way. It's Christmas. People pay a buttload for them.
Dean: That's the spirit.
Sam: (getting off the phone with Bobby) Well, we're not dealing with the anti-Claus.
Dean: What'd Bobby say?
Sam: Uh, that we're morons.
Dean: toi saved my life.
Ruby: Don't mention it.
Dean: What was that stuff? God, it was ass. It tasted like ass.
Ruby: It's witchcraft, short bus. (she leaves)
Dean:You're the short bus, short bus...
Dean: toi wanna kill me. Get in the line bitch!
Dean(to Sam after he wakes up from a 'pleasant' dream)- "Who are toi dreaming about? Angelina Jolie?"
Sam- "No..."
Dean- "Brad Pitt?"
Dean being mimicked par Sam: toi think your being funny but your being really really childish...Sam winchester wears make-up...Sam Winchester cries his way through sex...Sam Winchester keeps a ruler par his lit and every morning when he wakes up he...OK ENOUGH!!
(Mystery Spot)
Dean: Lets hunt down those evil sons of bitches as soon as we can!
"It's like we got a contract on us. toi think it's 'cause we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause it's we're so awesome." -Dean
Henriksen: I shot the Sheriff.
Dean (stares at the dead cop for a minute): But toi didn't shoot the Deputy
(Jus In Bello)
Henricksen: I mean, after all, seeing toi two in chains...
Dean: toi kinky son of a b!tch, we don't balançoire, swing that way.
Sam: toi were possessed.
Henricksen: Possessed like... possessed?
Sam: That's what it feels like. Now toi know
Dean: I owe toi the biggest "I told toi so" ever.
Dean: Honestly, I think the world's going to end bloody. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin'.
Henricksen: I better call in. Hell of a story I won't be telling.
Sam: So what are toi going to tell them?
Henricksen: The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the suivant five minutes.
Dean: Good luck with that.
Sam: So, what's the plan?
Dean: Open the doors, let them all in, and we fight.
Henricksen: toi know what my job is?
Dean: toi mean, besides locking up the good guys?
(Jus in Bello)
Dean: I hate witches! Spewing their bodly fluids every where, it is insanity! No down right unsanitary!
Sam: Yeah.
Meg: He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. Thats when I slit his throat!
Dean: For your sake, I hope your lying. 'cause if it's true i swear to *GOD!* I will march into hell myself, and i will slaughter each and every one of toi evil sons of bitches, so help me God!
Dean: Where's our Dad, Meg?
Meg: toi didn't ask very nicely
Dean: Where's our Dad BITCH!
Meg: Do toi Kiss toi mother with that mouth? Oh i forgot...... toi dont!
