Supernatural Season 11 Quotes

Episode 10

The Devil in the Details

Sam: You'll taunt me, and you'll torture me, and I'll say 'no.' And eventually, sooner than you think, my brother is gonna walk through that door and kick your ass.

Lucifer: Hahaha, Dean? You're betting on Dean?

Sam: I always have.  

Crowley: How long have you been working for him?

Rowena: Not long, Lucifer came to me in a dream... not that kind of dream.

Crowley: So you're just gonna let the big strong man boss you around? Whatever happened to the super-duper awesome coven #girlpower?  

Dean (Sam's voicemail): Hey, Sam can't talk right now 'cause he's waxing, like everything. But leave a message and-

Sam (Sam's voicemail): Dude, what are you doing with my phone? Dean. Come on.

Dean: Call me, now.

Crowley: Thank you for phoning Crowley, King of Hell. For demon deals, press one. To report a sighting of that ginger whore, Rowena, press two.  

Castiel: Hey, assbutt!

Lucifer: 'Assbutt,' I- I- I still don't get that.  

Lucifer: Sam have I ever told you how much I appreciate you?

Sam: What?

Lucifer: Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't like you. I never liked you. You're- you're sort of prissy  

Castiel: I never wanted this, you know. To be hated by my own kind, I never-

Ambriel: Oh no, I don't hate you, Castiel.

Castiel: Thank you.

Ambriel: I mean, we have a lot in common. Our names rhyme, that's a big one. I look good in a trench coat too, and we're both expendable.

Castiel: Excuse me?

Ambriel: Well, that's why we're here, right? I'm a number cruncher and you-you like I said, I've heard the stories. You help. But Sam and Dean Winchester are the real heroes. So if the Darkness is still alive and she's pissed and she kills us, no big loss. So sure, maybe we're not super important, but we do the job. I think there's nobility in that.  

Castiel: You think I'm afraid to die?

Amara: I know you are, you reek of fear and self loathing. Oh, scary. She's right you know, you are expendable and weak. And why God took a special interest in you, I'll never understand. My brother always did have horrible taste in men.  

Lucifer: Okay, you don't like me. I get it, sometimes I don't like me either, but Gabriel and Raphael are dead, God went out for a pack of smokes and never came back and Michael... Well, let's just say prison life hasn't really agreed with Michael. These days he's usually sitting in a corner singing show tunes and touching himself.

Sam: So you're it.

Lucifer: Heh-heh, I'm it! And hey, I'm not the good guy, we both know I'm not, but the Darkness, she's the end of everything. But I can beat her, we can beat her. You and me, together. So come on, Sam. Make the right choice, the big sacrifice one more time, man. Sam, it's time to save the world, man.

Sam: No. No.  

Sam: Wrong. Then you go about starting the Apocalypse again, because you're an old dog and that's your trick.

Lucifer: Okay, first off you don't know that. Second, even if I did, that's better than what she has planned.

Sam: Is it? Really? 'Cause this is what I think, I think that whoever wins, you or the Darkness, everyone else loses. So no. My answer is no. This isn't because of Dean, or the past, this is about me having faith in my friends, having faith in my family. We will find a way. I'm ready to die and I'm ready to watch people I love die, but I'm not ready to be your bitch.  

Crowley: Mother, why do you hate me?

Rowena: I hate you, because when I look into your eyes I see the woman I used to be, before magic, before the coven. When I was nothing but Rowena, the tanner's daughter. A pale, scared little girl, who smelled of filth and death. I hate you, because when you were born, your father said he loved me. Then he went back to his grand wife and his grand house, whilst I lay pathetic and half dead on a straw mat, my thighs slick with blood. I hate you, because if I didn't, I'd love you. But love, love is weakness. And I'll never be weak again.