Dean Winchester: Ok. I got the bartender's phone number.
Sam Winchester: Dean, anda might want to stop thinking with your downstairs brain and start thinking with your upstairs brain.


Sam Winchester: I don't know Dean. There's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on.
Dean Winchester: No, but I bet you'd like to.


Sam Winchester: I think there's something strange going on here, Dean.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me.


Dean Winchester: Why don't anda knock on her door and invite her to a poetry membaca atau whatever it is anda do.


Dean Winchester: [On the phone] Now why don't anda give that girl a private stripper-gram.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean Winchester: Bite her! Don't leave teeth marks though, just enough to...
Sam disconnects phone
Dean Winchester: Sam? Ye...
Hangs up


Dean Winchester: Ahem!
Meg: Dude, cover your mouth.


Sam Winchester: I just can't put my finger on...
Dean Winchester: But I bet you'd like to. Maybe she's not a suspect maybe your just thinking too much with your upstairs brain, ha?


Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester: Dude, I gotta talk to you.


Sam Winchester: What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month.


Meg: Guys, hiding is a little bit childish.
Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Well that didn't work out like I planned.


Dean Winchester: hey Sam, don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend is a bitch.


Dean Winchester: hey Sam, selanjutnya time anda want to get laid, find a girl who isn't so buckets of crazy.


Sam Winchester: [over the phone] Hi.
Dean Winchester: Let me guess-you're lurking outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?
Sam Winchester: No!... yes...
Dean Winchester: anda got a funny way of tampilkan your affection.


Sam Winchester: ...I mean, what are anda gonna do when it's all over?
Dean Winchester: It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt.
Sam Winchester: But there's got to be somethin' that anda want for yourself...
Dean Winchester: Yeah, I don't want anda to leave the detik this thing's over, Sam.
Turns his back towards Sam
Sam Winchester: Dude, what's your problem?
A pause, then Dean turns back to Sam
Dean Winchester: Why do anda think I drag anda everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do anda think I came and got anda at Stanford in the first place?
Sam Winchester: 'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause anda wanted to find the thing that killed Mom.
Dean Winchester: Yes, that, but it's lebih than that, man. anda and me and Dad, I mean, I want us... I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again.
Sam Winchester: Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before.
Dean looks heartbroken
Dean Winchester: Could be.
Sam Winchester: I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way.
The brothers share a look


Meg: This trap isn't for you.
Sam Winchester: Dad, is a trap for dad.
Dean Winchester: Oh, sweetheart you're dumber anda look.


Meg: I'm doing this for the same reasons anda do what anda do: loyalty, love, like the cinta anda had for mommy and Jess.
Sam Winchester: Go to hell.
Meg: Baby I'm already there.


Dean and Sam are posing as workers for an alarm company in order to gain access to a dead girl's apartment
Landlady: No offense, but your alarm is as about as useful as boobs on a man.