November 5, 2011 | 0 Comments
Dean: I think it’s reasonable to want to know that you’re off the freaking high dive, Sam. You almost got us both killed. So you can be…
Dean: I think it’s reasonable to want to know that you’re off the freaking high dive, Sam. You almost got us both killed. So you can be…
Dean: If you affirmate me, I’m gonna punch you in the face.
Dean: Ugh, I can’t believe he was boning her.
Jimmy Tomorrow: You’re looking… for something. Dean: You’re good.
Waiter: You are a virile manifestation of the divine. Dean: What the hell did he say to me?
Dean: It’s kind of like, Bewitched, you know? Don’s Darren and doesn’t even know it. Lot of laughs until you cheat on your wife. Sam:…
Don: She bakes cupcakes. Dean: Yummy.
Sam: Really? From a freaking flask? What are you Bad Santa? On the job? Dean: We’re always on the job.
Dean: While you were out being Lance Armstrong… Sam: That would be biking.
Sam: Nothing in our lives is simple.