Sam: Well, Dad never treated u like that, u were perfect. He was all over my case. u don't remember?
Dean: Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes u were out of line.
Sam: Right! Right, like when I zei I'd rather play soccer than learn bow hunting.
Dean: Bow hunting's an important skill!
Dean: Growing up in a place like this would freak me out.
Sam: Why?
Dean: The manicured lawns, "How was your day, honey?" I'd blow my brains out.
Sam: There's nothing wrong with normal.
Dean: I'd take our family over normal any day.
Dean: Kinda hungry for a little barbeque. How about you? What, we can't talk to the locals?
Sam: And the free food's got nothing to do with it?
Dean: Of course not, I'm a professional!
Dean: Hunting's our dag job. And the pay is crap.
Sam: Yeah, but hustling pool, credit card scams... It's not the most honest thing in the world, Dean.
Dean: Well let's see. Honest... fun and easy. It's no contest. Besides, we're good at it, it's what we were raised to do.
Sam: Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked.
Dean: Work, work work. No time to spend my money.
Sam: Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease.
Dean: Huh?
Sam: Human Mad Cow Disease.
Dean: Mad Cow.... wasn't that on Oprah?
Sam: u watch Oprah?
Sam: The vraag is, why bugs and why now?
Dean: That's two questions.
Dean: Hmm... looks like there's only room for one. u wanna flip a coin?
Sam: Dean, we have no idea what's down there.
Dean: All right. I'll go if you're scared. Scared?
Sam: Flip the damn coin!
Dean: Call it in the air, chicken.
Sam:I'm going...don't drop me
Larry: Let me just say. We accept home pagina owners of any race, religion, color or... sexual orientation.
Dean: We're brothers.
Real Estate Agent: We accept home pagina owners of all race, religion, color, or... sexual orientation.
Dean: Right. Um, I'm going to go talk to Larry. Okay, Honey?
Dean: This douche is awesome!