Mark Sheppard credited as playing...
Crowley
- Crowley: Now, what do you have to say for yourself?
- Castiel: Well, I'm still honing my communication strategy. I-I haven't even been back to Heaven. I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know, they're making honey and silk and... miracles, really.
- Crowley: What are you talking about?
- Castiel: Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here.
- [Holds up baggie]
- Castiel: I can offer a token, if you like. It's honey. I-I collected it myself.
- Crowley: You're off your rocker. He's off his rocker! Is that it? Heh, karma's a bitch isn't it?
- Dean Winchester: Look, did you come here to donkey punch your old grudges, or to help us get Dick? Pick a battle!
- Crowley: Well, I'm vexed. I'd *like* to do both! But where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose.
- Dick Roman: Here's my offer.
- Crowley: All ears.
- Dick Roman: Full immunity for you and your constituents. I'm talking free-range grazing for all demon kind. I'm willing to cordon off, say, Canada. You and your crew can work your little deals, have your way with the locals.
- Crowley: *All* of Canada?
- Dick Roman: Have it.
- Crowley: Fair. And down here?
- Dick Roman: America's ours. Your sales team stays out - period. That's not up for negotiation. We need America. They're so fat.
- Crowley: And in exchange?
- Dick Roman: [brings out a vial] The blood of one sadly unimpressive demon in New Jersey. All I ask is to give this to Frick and Frack, tell them it's yours, stand back, and let them come to me.
- Crowley: I can't deny I long to see those two digested once and for all. You have a deal. I suppose you want that in writing.
- Dick Roman: I don't kiss on the mouth.
- Crowley: Your loss.
- Crowley: Castiel. When last we spoke, you, well, enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?
- Castiel: I... don't know.
- Crowley: Well, you want to be? 'Cause I can help with that.
- Dean Winchester: All right, enough.
- Crowley: It's enough when I say. I came here to help you. I've found out you've been lying to me, harboring an angel, and not just *any* angel - the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth.
- Meg: Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?
- Crowley: You bore me. You know that? You have no sense of poetry.
- Sam Winchester: We called Crowley.
- Meg: You *what*?
- Dean Winchester: Don't worry. He never showed.
- Meg: What do you mean "never"?
- Dean Winchester: Do you see him anywhere? He stood us up.
- Meg: Well, I'm sorry about that, but I'm outie. He could still -...
- Crowley: [Appears] Show up at any time.
- Crowley: [Writing contract] "Should the party of the first part fail to inform the party of the second part of his intent---"
- Dick Roman: Pause right there. Correct me -- that should be "party of the second part vis-à-vis party of the first part," 'cause we just amended-...
- Dick Roman, Crowley: Clause 314-sub-a.
- Dick Roman: That's right. You should do this professionally.
- Sam Winchester: Where's Dean?
- Crowley: That bone... has a bit of a kick. God weapons often do. They should put a warning on the box.
- Crowley: You know what I like about you?
- Dick Roman: Lack of pretension?
- Crowley: You're smarter than you look.
- Dick Roman: Oh, well, now you're just flirting.