Jim Beaver credited as playing...
Bobby Singer
- Crowley: [to Bobby] Go ahead. Tell them. There's no shame in it.
- Sam Winchester: Bobby? Tell us what?
- Bobby Singer: World's gonna end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little... soul.
- Dean Winchester: You sold your soul?
- Crowley: Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back.
- Dean Winchester: Well, then give it back!
- Crowley: I will.
- Dean Winchester: Now!
- Sam Winchester: Did you kiss him?
- Dean Winchester: Sam.
- Sam Winchester: I was just wondering.
- Bobby Singer: [innocently] No!
- [Crowley shows a picture of his cellphone of them kissing]
- Bobby Singer: Why'd you take a picture?
- Crowley: Why do you have to use tongue?
- Sam Winchester: The last thing Pestilence said, "It's too late."
- Bobby Singer: He get specific?
- Sam Winchester: No.
- Dean Winchester: We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere. So please tell us you have actual good news.
- Bobby Singer: Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million are gonna die.
- Dean Winchester: Huh.
- Castiel: [at Bobby] I don't understand your definition of good news.
- Crowley: Bobby, you just gonna sit there?
- Bobby Singer: No, I'm gonna Riverdance.
- Crowley: I suppose if you want to impress the ladies. Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Really wasted that crossroads deal. In fact, you get more if you phrase it properly. So, I took the liberty of adding a teeny sub-a clause on your behalf. What can I say? I'm an altruist. Just gonna sit there?
- [Bobby gets out of his wheel chair and stands up]
- Bobby Singer: Son of a bitch.
- Crowley: Yes, I know. Completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy.
- Bobby Singer: Thanks.
- Crowley: This is getting maudlin. Can we go?
- Bobby Singer: What's *your* problem?
- Castiel: This is what they meant by "The 11th Hour", right?
- Bobby Singer: Pretty much.
- Castiel: Well, it's The 11th Hour, and I am useless. All I have is this. What am I even supposed to do with it?
- Bobby Singer: Point it and shoot.
- Castiel: What I used to be...
- Bobby Singer: Are you really gonna bitch, to *me*?
- Dean Winchester: [Seeing Bobby walk into the tool shed] How'd it go at the Rockettes audition?
- Bobby Singer: Uhhhh... High kick's fair. Boobs need work.