Supernatural Season 5 Quotes

Episode 1

Sympathy For The Devil

Sam: You've got

Chuck: Is that a molar? I have a molar in my hair... it's been a really stressful day...

Castiel: You two need to be more careful.

Dean: Yeah, starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought.

Castiel: Lucifer is circling his vessel and once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you.

Dean: What the hell was that?

Castiel: The Enochian Sigil. It will hide you from every Agel in Creation, including Lucifer.

Dean: What, d'you just brand us with?

Castiel: No. I carved it into your ribs.

Dean: Oh yeah... life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks.

Becky: I memorized every word... for you.

Sam: Umm... Becky, can you... quit touching me?

Becky: No...

Sarah: I'm not your wife, Nick. I'm an angel.

Nick: An angel?

Sarah: My name is Lucifer.

Nick: Sure... Naturally... Umm... could you do me a favor there, Satan, and remind me to quit drinking before I go to bed?

Dean: Where's Cas?

Chuck: He's dead... Or gone... The archangel smote the crap out of him, I'm sorry.

Dean: Are you sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something.

Chuck: Oh, no. He like exploded... Like a water balloon of chunky soup.

Zachariah: I see you told the demons where the sword is.

Dean: Oh thank God, the Angels are here.

Zachariah: What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loading? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much one of them.

Dean: What do you mean, I'm the sword?

Zachariah: Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his... receptacle.

Dean: I'm a vessel?

Zachariah: You're "the" vessel. Michael's vessel.

Dean: How? Why? Why me?

Zachariah: Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean.

Dean: Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an Angel condom. That's real fun! I think I'll pass.

Lucifer: People misunderstand me. They call me Satan and Devil but... Do you know my crime? I loved God too much. And for that, he betrayed me, punished me. Just as he has punished you. After all, how could God stand idly by the man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds? There are only two rational answers Nick. Either he's sadistic or he simply doesn't care.

Bobby: Unlikely to walk again? Why you snot-nosed son of a bitch. Wait till I get out of this bed, I use my game leg to kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!

Sam: So let me ask the million dollar question. What do we do now?

Bobby: Well, we save as many as we can for as we can. Its bad, and whoever wins, Heaven or Hell, we're boned.

Dean: What if we do win? I'm serious. Screw the Angels and the Demons and their crap apocalypse. Now, if they wanna fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the Devil, hell, we even kill Michael if we have to, but we do it our own damn selves.

Bobby: And how are we suppose to do all this genius?

Dean: I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude and I'll figure it out.

Bobby: You are nine kinds of crazy, boy.

Dean: It's been said.

Chuck: Sam! Sam, are you okay!

Sam: Well, my head hurts.

Chuck: Well, well, my last vision you were like full on Vader! Your body temperature was 150, your heart rate was 200, your eyes were black?

Dean: Your eyes were black?

Sam: I didn't know.