Supernatural
Thursdays 8:00 PM on The CWDean Winchester Quotes
Sam: Okay, last words?
Dean: I think I'm good.
Sam: Yeah, me too.
Dean: Here goes nothing.
Dean: Okay, and why exactly would you want the Devil dead?
Crowley: It's called survival. But I forgot you two are at best functioning morons.
Dean: You're a functioning... morons... moron.
Dean: Well, you sure look lovely tonight. Especially for a dead chick.
Latisha Actress: Buddy, I have heard that line 17 times tonight, okay? And all from dudes wearing MacGyver jackets. But you seem different.
Dean: How so?
Latisha Actress: Well, you don't seem scared of women.
Dean: Ally with the Trickster?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: A bloody, violent monster... and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, Sammy.
Trickster/Gabriel: Where'd I screw up.
Sam: You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Castiel like you did.
Dean: Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon.
Trickster/Gabriel: Meaning?
Dean: Well, call it personal experience. Nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family.
Sam: So which one are you? Grumpy, Sleepy, or Douchy?
Trickster/Gabriel: Where'd you get the holy oil?
Dean: You might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass.
Sam: You've got to calm down.
Dean: Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night. You know who does that? No-talent douchebags. I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show. And you want to know why. Because I hate procedural cop shows. It's like 300 of them on television, they're all the freakin' same.
Cathy Randolph: I could have sworn I saw... the Incredible Hulk.
Sam: The Incredible Hulk?
Cathy Randolph: I told you, it's crazy.
Dean: Bana or Norton?
Cathy Randolph: Oh, no, those movies were terrible. The TV Hulk.
Dean: Lou Ferrigno?
Cathy Randolph: Yes.
Benjamin Button me back into burger shape.
Old Dean
Dean: You're family. I don't know if you've noticed, but me and Sam, we don't have much left. I can't do this without you. I can't. So don't you dare think about checking out. I don't want to hear that again.
Bobby: Okay.
Dean: Okay. Good.
Bobby: Thanks. Now, we done feeling our feelings? 'Cause I'd like to get out of this room before we both start growing lady parts.
Old Dean: You saw a chance to turn the hands of the clock back and get out of that damn chair. Pretty tempting. I can imagine.
Bobby: No, you can't.
Old Dean: You got me. I never been paralyzed. But I tell you something--I've been to Hell, and there's an archangel there wanting me to drop the soap. Look at me! My junk's rustier than yours!
Dean: Bobby? What the hell are you doing here?
Bobby: Planting daisies. What's it look like? Came in on the case.
Dean: And you beat me here?
Bobby: Well, brains trumps legs, apparently.
