Dean falls on top, boven of Sam as they sneak through a half open window
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet.
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? u be quiet!


Dean Winchester: I hope your appel, apple pie is freakin' worth it!


Dean Winchester: Ugh, the thought of him driving my car.
Sam Winchester: Oh, come on.
Dean Winchester: It's killing me!
Sam Winchester: Let it go.


Sam Winchester: Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.
Dean Winchester: u know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and that they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
Sam Winchester: Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?


Dean Winchester: [Looking at the haunted hotel] We might even run into Fred and Daphne inside. Mmmm... Daphne. Love her.


Dean Winchester: Come on, man. I know Sam, better than anyone. He's got meer of a conscience than I do. I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn.


Dean Winchester: [after a nice cop says okie dokie] I like him, he says okie dokie.


Dean Winchester: I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.


Dean Winchester: We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.


Dean Winchester: [Sam points to a word carved into a telephone pole] Croatoan?
Sam Winchester: Yeah.
Dean stares blankly.
Sam Winchester: Roanoke... lost colony... ring a bell? Dean, did u pay any attention in history class?
Dean Winchester: Yeah. Shot heard 'round the world, how bills become laws...
Sam Winchester: That's not school; that's schoolhouse rock!


Sam Winchester: Put the gun down!
Gordon Walker: u shouldn't take your shoes off around here, u could get tetnis.
Sam Winchester: I zei 'Put the gun down'!


Dean Winchester: Ya' know she could be faking.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, what do u wanna do, poke her with a stick?
Dean nods.
Sam Winchester: Dude, you're not gonna poke her with a stick?


Dean Winchester: Damn cops.
Sam Winchester: They were just doing their jobs.
Dean Winchester: No, they were doing our job, only they don't know it so they suck at it.


Sam Winchester: Kids are great.
Dean Winchester: Yeah I love kids.
Sam Winchester: Name three kids u actually know.
Dean scratches his head.


Sam Winchester: Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit. You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies.
Dean Winchester: What are u talking about, I eat.


Dean Winchester: What's a P.A.?
Sam Winchester: I think it's kinda like a slave.


McG: Marty, what do u think?
Martin: Not married to salt, what do u want? Still sticking with condiments?
McG: Just sounds different, not better. What else would a ghost be scared of?
Walter Dixon: Aww, ya gotta be kidding me.
Martin: [Aside] What would a ghost be scared of? [to McG] Maybe shotguns.
McG: K, that makes even less sense than salt.


Sam Winchester: Why'd u let me fall asleep?
Dean Winchester: Because I am an awesome brother. What did u dream about?
Sam Winchester: Lollipops and candycanes.


Dean Winchester: This looks like a zombie pen, Sammy.


Sam Winchester: Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're gonna wanna make damn sure it's him.
Dean Winchester: You're such a stickler for details, Sammy.