Brian Doyle-Murray credited as playing...
Robert Singer
- Kevin Parks: Gets us right up to where they... just before they hit the window.
- Robert Singer: You know, the part where they hit the window was the good part.
- Kevin Parks: Well, we can clean up, reset the window, takes about 95 minutes, basically, so we'd have to blow off the scene where they sit on the Impala and talk about their feelings.
- Robert Singer: Ha, right! You answer the hate mail.
- Eric Kripke: Bob, dude, what the hell, right?
- Robert Singer: Eric, thanks for coming.
- Eric Kripke: Of course.
- Robert Singer: I know you're busy. It means a lot that we can still, you know, call on you.
- Eric Kripke: I know. Misha, right?
- Robert Singer: Oh, I know, I know. it's just awful.
- Eric Kripke: Totally. Totally awful, yeah. Hey, it got us the front page of Variety, though, did you see that?
- Robert Singer: Front page. Really?
- Eric Kripke: Yeah.
- Robert Singer: But tragic.
- Eric Kripke: Yeah, tragic, that's what I was going to say.
- Sera Gamble: I'm trying to understand, Bob.
- Robert Singer: Well, uh, Sera, we don't really understand it ourselves. But it appears that Jared and Jensen were seen beating an extra to death.
- Sera Gamble: Huh.
- Jim Michaels: This is Jim here, Sera, and it wasn't all the way to death. Only partway, so that's a plus.
- Kevin Parks: He could definitely still run.
- Robert Singer: Guys. You can't come to work on poppers. And smuggle kidneys in from Mexico. And make up your own lines as you go. You *cannot* make up your own lines. Good God, what about your careers?
- Sam Winchester: You know what? Screw our careers, Bob.
- Robert Singer: What?
- Dean Winchester: You heard my brother. That's right, I said brother. Because you know what, Bob? We're not actors. We're hunters. We're the Winchesters. Always have been and always will be. And where we're from, people don't know who we are. But you know what? We matter to that world. We even saved the son of a bitch once or twice. And yeah, okay, here, maybe there's some fans who give a crap about this nonsense.
- Robert Singer: I wouldn't call it "nonsense."
- Dean Winchester: But, Bob Singer... if that even is your name... tell me this. What does it all mean?
- Robert Singer: Okay. This is good. I mean, we've all had our psychotic breaks, right? I can work with it.
- Sam Winchester: Dean. Virgil. I think he has the key.
- Dean Winchester: We quit.
- Sam Winchester: Yeah.
- Sera Gamble: Eric's off in some cabin somewhere, writing his next pilot.
- Robert Singer: He sold OctoCobra?
- Sera Gamble: Yes.
- Robert Singer: Mother of God. They'll buy anything.