Dean: So, I've been waiting since érable Springs. toi got something to tell me?
Sam: It's not your birthday..
Dean: No.
Sam:...Happy Purim?
Sam: Dude, I don't know! I have no idea what you're talking about
Bela: toi boys should learn to lock your doors. Anyone could just barge in.
Sam: Anyone just did.
Dean: Can I shoot her?
Sam: Not in public.
Bela: Do toi really think this is going to work?
Dean: Almost definitely not.
Dean: toi think she's a pain in the cul, ass now, try living with her.
Dean: So who was it Bela? Hmm? Who'd toi kill? Was it daddy? Your little sis maybe?
Bela: It's none of your business.
Dean: No...right. Well have a nice life, toi know whatever's left of it.Sam, let's go.
Bela: toi can't just leave me here.
Dean: Watch us.
Bela: Please. I need your help.
Dean: Our help? Well now how could a couple of serial killers possibly help you?
Bela: I sold it. I had a buyer lined up as soon as I knew it existed.
Sam: So the whole reason for us goin' to the charity ball was...?
Bela: I needed a cover. toi were convenient.
Sam: Look toi sold it to a buyer, just go buy it back.
Bela: It's half way across the ocean, I can't get it back in time.
Dean: In time for what?
Sam: What's going on with toi Bela? toi look like you've seen a ghost.
Bela: I saw the ship.
Dean: toi what? ...Wow toi know I..I knew toi were an immoral, thieving, con-artist bitch, but just when I thought my opinion of toi couldn't get any lower..
Bela: What is taking so long? Sam's already halfway there. With his date.
Dean: I am so not okay with this.
Bela: What are you, a woman? Come down already.
Dean: All right, get it out. I look ridiculous.
Bela: Not exactly the word I'd use.
Sam: Exactly how long do toi expect me to entertain my date?
Bela: As long as it takes.
Dean: Look. There's security all over this place, alright. This is an uncrashable party, without Gert's invitation, so.
Sam: We can crash anything, Dean.
Dean: Yeah I know, but this is easier and a lot plus entertaining
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
Bela: Don't toi dare look down your nose at me. You're no better than I am.
Dean: We help people.
Bela: Come on! toi do this out of vengeance and obsession. You're a stone's throw from being a serial killer.
Bela: Whereas I on the other hand, I get paid to do a job, and I do it. So toi tell me, which is healthier?
Sam: Bela, why don't toi just leave? We've got work to do.
Bela: Yeah. You're 0 for 2. Bang up job so far
Dean: There's a bullet missing from the Colt. toi want to tell me how that happened? I know it wasn't me, so unless toi were shooting at some incredibly evil cans.
Sam: Dean.
Dean: toi went after her didn't you? The Crossroads Demon, after I told toi not to.
Sam: Yeah, well.
Dean: toi could have gotten yourself killed.
Sam: I didn't.
Dean: And toi shot her?
Sam: She was a smartass
Bela: Now, I'd get to that car if I were you, before they find that arsenal in the trunk. Ciao.
Sam: toi shot me.
Bela: I barely grazed you.
Bela: Cute. But a bit of a drama queen, yeah?
Dean: A Hand of Glory? I think I got one of those at the end of my Thai massage last week.
Dean: This is where we parked the car, right?
Sam: I thought so.
Dean: Where's my car?
Sam: Did toi feed the meter?
Dean: Yes I fed the meter. Sam, where's my car, did somebody... a volé, étole my car?
Sam: Hey-hey, calm down. Dean.
Dean: I'm calmed down. Sombody a volé, étole my c...
Dean starts to hyperventolate
Sam: Wow, Dean. Hey-hey-hey-hey, take it easy, take it easy.
Bela: The 67' Impala, was that yours?
Sam: Bela.
Bela: I'm sorry, I had that car towed.
Dean: toi what?
Bela: Well, it was in a tow-away zone.
Dean: No it wasn't.
Bela: It was when I finished with it.
Dean: What's the suivant step?
Sam: I gotta ID the boat.
Dean: That shouldn't be too hard. I mean, how many three-mast ships have wrecked off the coast?
Sam: I checked that too actually, over 150.
Dean: Wow!
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Crap.
Sam: Mm-hmm
Dean: So what happens? toi see the ship and then a few hours later toi pucker up and Kiss your cul, ass goodbye.
Sam: Basically
Dean: What a crazy old broad.
Sam: Why, because she believes in ghosts?
Dean: Ha ha, look at you. Sticking up for your girlfriend, toi cougar hound
Dean: Hey, Bela, how'd toi get like this? What, your daddy not give toi enough hugs ou something?
Bela: I don't know. Your daddy give toi enough?
Dean: toi can't save everybody, Sam.
Sam: Yeah right, So, so…what? toi feel better now, ou what?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: Me neither.
Dean: toi got to understand…
Sam: It’s just lately I feel like I can't save anybody
Bela: What do toi suggest?
Dean: I’m thinking…
Bela: Don’t strain yourself.
Dean:You know what? I’m not going to kill her. I think slow torture’s the way to go.
Dean: I can’t believe she got another one over on us!
Sam: You.
Dean: What?
Sam: I mean, she got one over on you, not us.
Dean: Thank you, Sam! Very helpful!
Dean:You stink like sex
Bela:I don't like being in anyone's debt.
Dean: So ponying up ten grand is easier for toi then a simple "thank you"? You're so damaged.
Bela: Takes one to know one.
Sam: I don’t want toi to worry about me, Dean. I want toi to worry about you. I want toi to give a crap that you're dying! So that's it? Nothing else to say for you?
Dean: I think maybe I'll play craps
Sam: toi know, there are limits to what I'll do, right?
Dean: Ah, he's playing hard-to-get. That's cute.
Bela: toi know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.
Dean:Don't objectify me
Bela: I think the three of us should have a heart-to-heart.
Dean: That's assuming toi have a heart.
Sam: Bite me.
Dean: Not if she bites toi first
Peter: You're not cops. Not dressed like that, not in that crappy car.
Dean: Hey, no need to get nasty
Bela: I see toi got your car back.
Dean: toi really want to come near me with a loaded gun in my hands?
Bela: Now, now. Mind your blood pressure.
Sam: How do toi sleep at night?
Bela: On silk sheets, rolling naked in money
Bela:I didn't want toi thinking... you're not very good at that. Oh, look at you, searching for a witty rejoinder.
Dean: Screw you.
Bela: Very Oscar Wilde
Bela: What are you? A woman ? come down already.
Dean: My wife has a extreme shellfish alergy, is there crabe in there?
Waiter: No
Dean: Excellent par the way
Gurt:You remind me of my late husband, he was shy to... until we got below deck
Sam: WHOA!!!!!
Bela: Having a nice time?
Gurt: Its delightful...He wants me.
Dean: Thanks for looking after my wife
Guard: Oh, shes being looked after alright