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Meilleurs moments:

Max: All these people kept coming with, like casserole. I finally had to tell them all to go away. Because nothing says “sorry” like a tuna casserole.

Sam: You can't tell me this doesn't freak you out.
(long pause)
Dean: This doesn't freak me out.

Sam: We're not gonna kill Max.
Dean: Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say, "Lock him up, Officer. He kills with the power of his mind."

Sam: Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people.
Dean: What's that?
Sam: Both our families are cursed.
Dean: Our family's not cursed...we've just had our dark spots.
Sam: (chuckles) Our dark spots are pretty dark.
Dean: You're...dark.

Sam: When Max locked me in that closet, that big cabinet against the door, I moved it.
Dean: You have a little bit more upper body strength than I give you credit for!
Sam: No, man, I moved it--like Max.
Dean: Oh. Right.
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: (grabs a spoon) Bend this.

Sam: Aren't you worried, man? Aren't you worried that I could turn into Max or something?
Dean: Nope. No way. You know why?
Sam: No, why?
Dean: Because you've got one advantage that Max didn't have.
Sam: Dad? Because Dad's not here, Dean.
Dean: No, me. As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.

Dean: I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go.
Sam: Where?
Dean: Vegas. (Sam 'harrumphs' and walks out) What? Come on man! Craps table? We'd clean up!

Meilleurs moments:

Kathleen: (about Sam) Does your cousin have a drinking problem?
Dean: Sam? Two beers and he's doin' karaoke.

Deputy Kathleen: So you know his brother Dean Winchester died in St. Louis and was suspected of murder?
Dean: Yeah, Dean, kinda the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though.

Sam: I was looking for you.
Jenkins: Oh yeah?
Sam: Yeah.
Jenkins: Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue.

Deputy Kathleen: And it just got back to me. Says here your badge was stolen. And there is a picture of you.
(shows him a picture of a large black man)
Dean: I lost some weight and I got that Michael Jackson skin disease...

Dean: (talking about Sam) When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then I've felt responsible for him, like it's my job to keep him safe.

(trying to get out of handcuffs)
Dean: I gotta start carrying paperclips.

Deputy Kathleen: Your, uh... your cousin's looking for you.
Sam: Thank god. Where is he?
Deputy Kathleen: I, uh... I cuffed him to my car.

Dean: Have you seen them?
Sam: Yeah. Dude, they're just people.
Dean: And they jumped you? You must be getting a little rusty there, kiddo.

(looking at pictures of the family's victims)
Dean: I'll say it again. Demons I get, people are crazy!

Pa Bender: We never been that sloppy.
Dean: Yeah, well... don't sell yourself short – you're plenty sloppy.

Dean: Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me. That's what this is about? You yahoos hunt people?
Pa: But the best hunt is human. Oh, there's nothin' like it. Holdin' their life in your hands. Seein' the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive.
Dean: You're a sick puppy.

Pa Bender: So what, you with that pretty cop? Are you a cop?
Dean: If I tell you, will you promise not to make me into an ashtray?

Pa Bender: Only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now is there's something I need to know.
Dean: How about “It's not nice to marry your sister”?

Pa Bender: Tell me, any other cops gonna come lookin' for you?
Dean: Oh, eat me! No, no, no...wait, wait. You actually might.

Dean: Don't ever do that again.
Sam: Do what?
Dean: Go missing like that.
Sam: You were worried about me!
Dean: I'm just saying, you vanish like that again and I'm not looking for you.
Sam: Sure you won't.
Dean: I'm not!

Sam: So you got sidelined by a 13-year old girl?
Dean: Shut up.
Sam: I'm just saying, getting a little rusty there, kiddo?
Dean: Shut up!

Meilleurs moments:

Sam: All right, Dean. This is the place.
Dean: You know, I've gotta say Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork. What was that play that you did? What was it, uh – Our Town. Yeah, you were good, it was cute.

Dean: I'm just saying these outfits cost hard-earned money.
Sam: Whose?
Dean: Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?

Sam: So, you talk to the cops?
Dean: Uh, yeah. I spoke to Amy a, uh, charming and perky officer of the law.
Sam: Yeah, and what did you find out?
Dean: Well, she's a Sagittarius. She loves tequila, I mean...whew. Oh, and she's got this little tattoo...

Dean: I talked to the bartender.
Sam: Did you get anything... besides her number?
Dean: Dude, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that (smiles and chuckles as he displays a napkin with her phone number) ...alright.
Sam: You might wanna try doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?
Dean: Huh?

Dean: So to recap, the only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartender's number.

Sam: I thought I'd never see you again.
Meg: Well, I'm glad you were wrong.
(Dean does a fake cough, trying to get attention)
Meg: Dude, cover your mouth.

Sam: Yeah, this is... my brother Dean.
Meg: Oh, this is Dean.
Dean: (smiles) So you've heard of me.
Meg: Oh yeah, I've heard of you. Nice... the way you treat your brother like luggage.
Dean: (late to react) Sorry?

Sam: I think there's something weird going on here.
Dean: Yeah – she wasn't even into me!

Sam: I'm just saying, there's something about this girl I can't quite put my finger on.
Dean: But I bet you'd like to. Maybe she's not a suspect, maybe...maybe you've got a thing for her. Maybe you're thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain.

Dean: What are you gonna do?
Sam: I'm gonna watch Meg.
Dean: (laughing) Yeah, you are.
Sam: I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry.
Dean: All right, you little pervert.

(over the phone)
Sam: Hi.
Dean: Let me guess - you're lurking outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?
Sam: No!...Yes...
Dean: You got a funny way of showing your affection.

Dean: (to Sam) Now, look, why don't you go knock on her door and invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?

Sam: How'd you figure that out?
Dean: Give me some credit, man. You don't have a corner on paper chasing around here.
Sam: Oh yeah? Name the last book you read.
Dean: Ah, I called Dad's friend, Caleb. He told me, all right?

Dean: Why don't you go up and give that girl a private strip-o-gram?
Sam: Bite me.
Dean: Bite her. Don't leave teeth marks... just enough... (Sam hangs up) Sam?

Sam: You killed those two people for nothing.
Meg: Baby, I'd kill a lot more for a lot less.

(bound up by Meg)
Sam: Wanna have fun? Go ahead. I'm a little tied up right now.

Dean: Hey, Sam, don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend is a bitch.

Dean: Hey, Sam...?
Sam: Hmmm?
Dean: Next time you want to get laid... find a girl that's not so buckets of crazy, huh?

Meilleurs moments:

Craig's Friend: Ooh, look, it's the evil root cellar, where Satan cans all his vegetables.

Dean: What's the matter, Sammy? You afraid you gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?
Sam: All right. Just remember you started it.
Dean: Oh, bring it on, Baldy.

Dean: Why don't you tell us about that house - without lying through your ass this time?

Dean: I don't know, Sam. I mean, I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but you know, the cops might be right about this one.

Dean: Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the pursqueeter.

Dean: Looks like old man Murdoch was a bit of a tagger during his time.
Sam: And after his time, too. The reverse cross was used by satanists for centuries, but the sigil of sulphur didn't show up in San Francisco until the '60's.
Dean: Exactly why you never get laid.

Dean: Hey, Sam, I dare you to take a swig of this.
Sam: What the hell would I do that for?
Dean: I double dare you!

Dean: Man I hate rats.
Sam: Would you rather it was a ghost?
Dean: Yes.

Harry: What are you guys doing here?
Dean: What the hell are you doing here?
Ed: Uh, we belong here, we're professionals.
Dean: Professional what?

Dean: So, you guys ever seen a real ghost before?
Ed: Once. We were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table.
Harry: By itself.
Ed: Well, we-we-we didn't actually see it, but we heard it. And something like that, it changes you.

Harry: Yeah, so if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation, here.
Dean: Oh yeah? What do you got so far?
Ed: Harry, why don't tell 'em about EMF?
Harry: (in mock modesty) Well...
Sam: EMF?
Harry: Electromagnetic Field. Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuation that can be read with an EMF detector (pulls one out from his bag). Like this bad boy right here. Whoa, whoa 2.8--wow, it's hot in here.
(Dean lets out a whistle)

Ed: Sweet Lord...
Harry: of the Rings – run!!

Dean: I thought the legend said the Mordechai only goes after chicks.
Sam: It does.
Dean: Alright, well I mean that explains why it went after you, but why me?

Dean: People believe in Santa Claus - why aren't I getting hooked up every Christmas?
Sam: 'Cause you're a bad person.

Dean: (to Ed and Harry) Would you look at that? Action figures in their original packaging. What a shocker.

Ed: Okay, we've got an obligation to our fans, to the truth...
Dean: Well I have an obligation to kick both of your little asses.
Sam: Dean, Dean, hey, hey, just forget it, alright. These guys...I could probably bitch slap them both.

Dean: I barely have any skin left on my palm.
Sam: I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole.

Ed: Harry, look at me, right here, okay? You are a ghost hunter, okay?
Harry: I know Ed, but I've never actually seen a real ghost before, okay. Like a real ghost, like an apparition...
Ed: This stuff right here, this is our ticket to the big time - fame, money, sex...with girls, okay? Be brave, okay... WWBD. What would Buffy do, huh?
Harry: What would Buffy do. I know, Ed, but she's stronger than me.

Sam: I have a confession to make.
Dean: What?
Sam: I was the one who called them and told them I was a producer. (Dean laughs)
Dean: Well, I was the one who put the dead fish in their backseat.

Sam: Truce?
Dean: Yeah, truce... at least for the next hundred miles

Meilleurs moments:

Sam: Are you sure you got the coordinates right?
Dean: Yeah, I double-checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin. He wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important, Sammy.
Sam: Well I'm telling you, I looked. And all I could find was a big, steamy pile of nothing! If Dad's sending us hunting for something, I don't know what.
Dean: Well maybe he's gonna meet us there.
Sam: (sarcastic chuckle) Yeah, because he's been so easy to find up to this point.
Dean: Well you're a real smartass, you know that?

Dean: Don't worry, I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth killing.
Sam: Yeah, what makes you so sure?
Dean: Well, because I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right.
Sam: No it doesn't.
Dean: Yeah, it totally does.

Sam: You're getting wise in your old age, Dean.
Dean: Damn right.

Michael: King or two queens?
Dean: (asking for a room) Two queens.
Michael: Ya, I bet.
Dean: What'd you say?
Michael: Nice car.

Sam: Dude, dude, I am not using this ID.
Dean: Why not?
Sam: Because it says Bikini Inspector on it!

Sam: An old person, huh?
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: In the hospital? Whew, better call the Coast Guard!

Dean: Dad never spoke about it again. I didn't ask. But he, uh, he looked at me different, you know. Which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order and I didn't listen, and I almost got you killed.
Sam: You were just a kid.
Dean: Don't. Don't. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. He sent me here to finish it.

Sam: I don't know why you didn't shoot him right then and there.
Dean: Yeah, Well. First of all I'm not going to open fire in a friggin' pediatric ward.
Sam: Good call.
Dean: Second, it wouldn't have done any good cause the bastard's bulletproof unless he's chowing down on something. And third, I wasn't packing. Which is probably a really good thing cause I probably would have just burned a clip in him off of the principle alone.

Sam: (Michael'll) always know there are things out there in the dark, never be the same, you know? Sometimes I wish that...
Dean: What?
Sam: I wish I could have that kind of innocence.
Dean: If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could, too.

Sam: Hey Dean, I'm sorry.
Dean: For what?
Sam: You know, I've really given you a lot of crap for always following Dad's orders. But I know why you do it.
Dean: Oh God, kill me now.