Jensen Ackles credited as playing...
Dean Winchester
- Sam Winchester: It doesn't matter where I go Dean. Lucifer will not shut up.
- Dean Winchester: Even now?
- Sam Winchester: He's singing Stairway to Heaven right now.
- Dean Winchester: Good song.
- Sam Winchester: Not fifty times in a row.
- Dean Winchester: Dancers. They are toe shoes full of crazy.
- Sam Winchester: And you would know this how?
- Dean Winchester: I saw Black Swan. Twice. Hot tutu-on-tutu action. Come on, Sam, what's wrong with you?
- Sam Winchester: Wow. The depths of your...
- Dean Winchester: Frank, hey, I don't mean to double-dip in your crazy sauce. No offense.
- Frank Devereaux: None taken, Fudge Pop.
- Frank Devereaux: [on phone] You know, I could be in Tromso right now. Zero Leviathan activity in Tromso.
- Dean Winchester: Where the hell is Tromso?
- Frank Devereaux: Norway, ya moron!
- Dean Winchester: Frank, tell me you got something.
- Frank Devereaux: No, I'm calling with the Lakers-Celtics score.
- Dean Winchester: What?
- Frank Devereaux: Of course I got something.
- Dean Winchester: Listen to me, you gooey son of a bitch. You're gonna tell us what you're building here, or I'm gonna wash your mouth out with soap.
- [Looks at bucket of Borax]
- George: Well, I was hoping we could play nice.
- Sam Winchester: [about the cursed ballet slippers] Do they... look like they're... your size?
- Dean Winchester: Shut up.
- [Tenses up]
- Sam Winchester: Wait, are you-...
- Dean Winchester: Getting the strong urge to Prince Siegfried myself into oblivion? Yes.
- Sam Winchester: You really did see "Black Swan."
- Frank Devereaux: You were trying to access the Geothrive internal site, and the reason why you couldn't is 'cause if you dig down deep, it's all Dick.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, that'd be helpful if you didn't say that about everything.
- Dean Winchester: Are you all right?
- Sam Winchester: You know, they say that sleep deprivation is an "enhanced interrogation technique"?
- Dean Winchester: Yeah.
- Sam Winchester: Trust me, it's torture.
- Dean Winchester: Hey. Got the porn. Just in time, too.
- Sam Winchester: What was he doing?
- Dean Winchester: Like you said, you don't want to know.
- Dean Winchester: I hit a firewall when I tried to access its site. You think you can crack it?
- Frank Devereaux: Can a dog play poker?
- Dean Winchester: I don't...
- Frank Devereaux: The answer is "yes."
- Dean Winchester: You're the lady from the real-estate signs.
- Joyce Bicklebee: Yes. You like my photo?
- Dean Winchester: Oh, you might want to lay off the whitening strips.
- Sam Winchester: Look, Scott. These big mouths don't like to leave loose ends.
- Dean Winchester: So don't you look back till you get someplace where you don't speak the language.
- Sam Winchester: [Tracking down cursed objects] We got a gramophone sold to Brenda Gluck, 413 River Street, and a vintage gentleman's magazine sold to Peter Yankit, 27 Johnson Lane.
- Dean Winchester: [Considers this] You know, I wonder how old porn kills you.
- Sam Winchester: Pretty sure you don't want to know.
- Frank Devereaux: When did you become the boss of me? You don't like what I'm doing, you can stick it right up your Montana.
- Dean Winchester: All right, all right, all right. Take it easy, Frank.
- Frank Devereaux: Oh, and another thing...
- [Hangs up]
- Frank Devereaux: If I were you, I'd get out of Dodge, pronto.
- Dean Winchester: People are dying here, Frank.
- Frank Devereaux: Sure, every second. Check the obesity stats. That town ain't nothin' special.
- Dean Winchester: What, are you going for, like, the Guinness record of caffeine consumption? That's like your fifth this morning.
- Sam Winchester: Yeah, well, every time I close my eyes, Lucifer is yelling into my head. It's like I let him in once, now I can't get rid of him.
- Dean Winchester: You know he's not actually...
- Sam Winchester: Yeah. Yeah, no. I know. Uh, try telling that to the volume control inside my brain.