Sammy- Let me see your knife.
Dean- What for?
Sammy- So I can gouge my eyes out. (laughs)
Dean- It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam
Sammy- That's a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean.
Sammy- Dean, what're you doing?
Dean- Comforting the bereaved. What're you doing?
Sammy- Workin'. Dead body, possible demon attack, that kinda stuff.
Dean- (fake coughing) Sam, I'm sorry. It's just, you know, I don't have much time left. And, uh... (more coughing) ...gotta make every second count.
Dean- I'm just gonna ask it again... who was that masked chick? Actually, the more troubling question would be, "How come a girl can fight better than you?"
Sammy- Three demons, Dean... at once.
Dean- Hey, whatever it takes to get you through the night, pal.
Sammy- If you want a troubling question I got one for ya.
Dean- What's that?
Sammy- If we let out the Seven Deadly Sin's, what else did we let out?
Dean- (pause) You're right. That is troubling.
Sammy- I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and... I don't care anymore.
Dean- That didn't last long.
Sammy- You're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing... to me. What you did was selfish.
Dean- Yeah. You're right. Was selfish. But I'm okay with that.
Sammy- I'm not.
Dean- Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled.
Sammy- (trying to cover up his phone call) Oh, I was just ordering pizza.
Dean- Dude, you do realize that you're in a restaurant?
Sammy- Yeah! Oh, yeah, yeah... (lamely) I just felt like pizza, y'know?
Dean- Okay... Weirdy McWeirderton.
Sammy- So let me get this straight. You want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some random chick?
Dean- She was a yoga teacher. That was the bendiest weekend of my life!
Sammy- How many dying wishes are you going to get?
Dean- As many as I can squeeze out.
Dean- Come on, smile, Sam. God knows I'm going to be smiling after 24 hours with Gumby girl. (chuckles) Gumby Girl... does that make me Pokey?
Dean- (reading from trophy) 1995.
Sam- No way. That's my Division Championship soccer trophy! I can't believe he kept this.
Dean- Yeah, it's probably the closest you ever came to being a boy. Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade.
