Mark Sheppard credited as playing...
- Castiel: Don't worry about the Winchesters.
- Crowley: Don't worry about... what, like Lucifer didn't worry? Or Michael, or Lilith, or Alistair, or Azazel didn't worry? Am I the only game piece on the board who doesn't underestimate those denim-wrapped nightmares?
- Crowley: What are you planning to do about Raphael?
- Castiel: What can I do, besides submit or die?
- Crowley: "Submit or die"? What are you, French?
- Crowley: [torturing a vampire] Chocula here feels every tickle.
- Castiel: What is that good for?
- Crowley: Apart from the obvious erotic value, you got me.
- Crowley: [Castiel is stuck in a burning circle] Playing with fire again?
- Crowley: You're distracted, and that makes me nervous.
- Castiel: I am holding up my end.
- Crowley: Ah yes, but is that all you're holding, huh? See, the stench of that Impala's all over your overcoat, angel.
- Castiel: What are you doing here?
- Crowley: I want to help you help me help ourselves.
- Castiel: This is hell?
- Crowley: Yeah. Problem with the old place was most of the inmates were masochists already. A lot of, "Thank you, sir. Can I have another hot spike up the jacksie?"
- Castiel: I have no interest in talking with you.
- Crowley: Why not? I'm very interesting.
- Crowley: There's a lot of angels swooning over you. God's favorite. Buddy boy, you've got what they call sex appeal.
- Castiel: Thank you.
- Crowley: It's the souls. It all comes down to the souls in the end, doesn't it?
- Castiel: What are you talking about?
- Crowley: Raphael's head on a pike. I'm talking about happy endings for all of us. With all possible entendres intended.
- Castiel: If you touch the Winchesters...
- Crowley: Please. I heard you the first time. I promise -- nary a hair on their artfully tousled heads.
