Missouri: Sam, oh honey. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father...he's missing.
Sam: How'd u know all that?
Missouri: Well, u were just thinking it, just now.
Dean: Where is he? Is he okay?
Missouri: I don't know.
Dean: Don't know? Your supposed to be a psychic, right?
Missouri: Boy, u see me sawing some bony tramp in half?! u think I'm a magician?! I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't pull facts out of thin air.
Missouri: Don't worry about a thing, your wife's crazy about you.Whoo, poor bastard. His woman is cold-banging the gardener.
Dean: Why didn't u tell him?
Missouri: People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news.
Dean:Dad, I know I've left messages before. I don't even know if u get 'em. But I'm with Sam and we're in Lawrence and there's something in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom of not...but...I don't know what to do. So whatever you're doing, if u could get here...please. I need your help, Dad.
Missouri: u sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't.
Sam: What's happening to me?
Missouri: I know I should have all the antwoorden but...I don't know.
Missouri: Don't worry – Dean's going to clean up this mess. Well what are u waiting for, boy. Grab the mop.And don't cuss at me!
Missouri: Is that an EMF?
Dean: Yeah.
Missouri: Amateur.
Missouri: Boy, u put your foot on my coffee table, I'm going to whack u with a spoon.
Dean: I didn't do anything.
Missouri: u were thinking about it.
Missouri: u two have grown up handsome. And u were one goofy looking kid.