[repeated line]
Bobby Singer: Idjits!
Dean Winchester: Ya' know she could be faking.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick?
[Dean nods]
Sam Winchester: Dude, you're not gonna poke her with a stick!
Dean Winchester: I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.
Dean Winchester: I like him, he says okie dokie.
Dean Winchester: We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.
Dean Winchester: Come on, man. I know Sam, okay? Better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do. I mean, the guy feels guilty searching the internet for porn.
Dean Winchester: I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!
[repeated line]
Bobby Singer: Balls!
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 you talking about, I eat.
Dean Winchester: Damn cops.
Sam Winchester: They were just doing their job.
Dean Winchester: No, they were doing our job, only they don't know it so they suck at it.
[repeated line]
Dean Winchester: Son of a bitch!
Sam Winchester: Why'd you let me fall asleep?
Dean Winchester: Because I am an awesome brother. What did you dream about?
Sam Winchester: Lollipops and candycanes.
Dean Winchester: [Looking at the haunted hotel] We might even run into Fred and Daphne inside. Mmmm... Daphne. Love her.
Dean Winchester: What's a P.A.?
Sam Winchester: I think it's kinda like a slave.
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: Bon Jovi?
Dean Winchester: Bon Jovi rocks... on occasion.
[Dean falls on top of Sam as they sneak through a half open window]
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet.
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? You be quiet!
Castiel: Hey, ass-butt.
