Sammy-"Before.....before......he..... [He stops, unable to get the words out]."
Dean- "[pause] No. Nothin'."
Dean- "Stop it, Sam."
Sammy- "Stop what?"
Dean- "Stop askin' if I need anything, stop askin' if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. i promise"
Sammy- "All right. Dean, it's just...we've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once."
Dean-"You know what, you're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug -- maybe even slow dance."
Sammy-"Hey. I think maybe you're around, and if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but, um, there's one way we can talk, (Sam pulls out a Mystical Talking Board)."
Dean- "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
Sammy-"Dean? Dean, are you here?"
Dean-"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party."
Dean-"I know what you're thinking, Sam: why did it have to be clowns? [reference to Raiders of the Lost Ark Why'd it have to be snakes]"
Sammy- "Gimme a break."
Dean-"[laughs] You didn't think I remembered, did you? C'mon, you still bust out crying whenever you see Ronald MacDonald television."
Sam-"At least I'm not afraid of flying."
Dean-"Planes crash, Sam!"
Sam-"And apparently, clowns kill!"
Dean-"Hello?"
Sam-"Hey, man."
Dean-"What's the matter? You sound like you just saw a clown."
Sam-"Very funny."
