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Meilleurs moments:

Sam: So much for a low profile. You've got a warrant in St. Louis and now you're officially in the Feds' database.
Dean: (laughs) Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something.

Dean: What do they got on you?
Sam: I'm sure they haven't posted it yet.
Dean: What no accessory? Nothing?
Sam: Shut up.
Dean: (laughs) You're jealous.
Sam: No, I'm not!

Dean: What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man you?

Sam: Architect Shawn Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed.
Dean: Hmm, build a high-rise and then jump off the top of it. That's classy.

Sam: But anyways, whatever they are, they're big, nasty...
Dean: Yeah, bet they could hump the crap out of your leg. Look at that one, huh?
(Sam sighs)
Dean: What? They could.

Sam: So?
Dean: Secretary's name is Carly. She's 23, she kayaks, and they're real.
Sam: You didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black dogs lately, did you?

Dean: I don't know what this thing is.
Sam: You mean Carly's Myspace address?
Dean: Yeah, Myspace. What the hell is that? Seriously, is that like, some sort of porn site?

Dean: C'mon, we're not demons!
Sam: Any more bright ideas?

Dean: Well, we know a little about a lot of things, just enough to make us dangerous.

Sam: We're not going to hurt you, alright. We're here to help you.
Dean: We know all about the genius deal you made.

Dean: How could (Dad) do it?
Sam: He did it for you.
Dean: Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that? You know, the thought of him, wherever he is. He spent his whole life chasing that yellow-eyed son-of-a-bitch. He should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy. You know? Not bargaining with the damn thing. Not this.

Demon: See, people talk about Hell; they paint a cute picture, but the real thing? Not even close. If you could see your poor daddy... if you could hear him, the sounds he makes cuz he can't even scream... you'd never have pulled a stunt like this. I could have brought him back for you.

Dean: What the hell was that for?
Demon: Sealing the deal.
Dean: You know, I usually like to be warned before I'm violated with demon tongue.

Sam: Hey, Dean?
Dean: Yeah?
Sam: When you were trapping that demon, you weren't... I mean, it was all a trick, right? You never considered actually making that deal, right?
(Dean doesn't answer)

Meilleurs moments:

Dean: What does that mean? I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man. I wouldn't!
Sam: I never said you would.
Dean: Fine.
Sam: Fine. Look, we don't know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair is part of it. So let's find him, and find out what's what.
Dean: Fine.
Sam: Fine!

Dean: All your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon, somehow.

Sam: I hesitated, Dean. It was a kid.
Dean: No, it was an It.

Sam: Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention to history class?
Dean: Yeah. The shot heard 'round the world, how bills become laws....
Sam: That's not school; that's Schoolhouse Rock!
Dean: Whatever.

Dean: I'm gonna go down there, see if I can find some help. My partner'll stick around, keep you guys safe.
Dr. Lee: Safe from what?
Dean: We'll get back to you on that.

Man at Barricade: Say, why don't you get out of the car and we'll talk a little?
Dean: Well, you are a handsome devil but I don't swing that way. Sorry!

Sarge: My neighbor, Mr. Rogers...
Dean: You've got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers?
Sarge: Not anymore.

Duane: You were gonna shoot me!
Dean: You don't shut your pie hole, I still might.

Dean: Sam, we've still got some time.
Sarge: Time for what? Look, I understand he's your brother and I'm sorry. I am. But I got to take care of this. (prepares to shoot Sam)
Dean: I'm gonna say this one time, you make a move on him and you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?

Dr. Lee: I'm sorry. Thanks for everything, Marshals.
Dean: Oh, actually we're not really marshals.
Dr. Lee: (confused) Um, oh.

Dean: Wish we had a deck of cards, a foozball table, or something.
Sam: Dean, don't do this. Just get the hell out of here.
Dean: No way.
Sam: Dean, gimme my gun and leave!
Dean: For the last time, Sammy. No.

Sam: This is the dumbest thing you've ever done.
Dean: I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa? Brrr....

Sam: It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you.
Dean: No?
Sam: No. You can keep going!
Dean: Who says I want to?
Sam: What?
Dean: I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job, this life, this weight on my shoulders, man. I'm tired of it.

Dean: I just think we ought to go to the Grand Canyon.
Sam: What?
Dean: Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth cross country, you know, I've never been the Grand Canyon. We could go to TJ, or Hollywood...see if one of us can bang Lindsay Lohan.

Meilleurs moments:

Dean: (Dad) said that he wanted me to watch out for you, take care of you.
Sam: He told you that a million times.
Dean: This time was different. He said that I had to save you.

Ellen: After (Jo) worked that job with you boys she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said not under my roof. And she said fine.

Ash: And one other name, Scott Kerry.
Sam: What, you got an address?
Ash: Sort of. The Arbor Hills Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot 486.

Ava: Okay, look I know how all this sounds. But I am not insane, and I am not on drugs! This is way, way off the map for me.

Ava: (to shrink) I just remembered, when I was a kid I swallowed, like, 8 things of pop rocks and then drank a whole can of coke. You don't think that that counts as a suicide attempt, do you?

Dean: (seeing Sam through motel window) Thank God you're okay. (sees Ava with Sam) Oh, you're better than okay. Sam, you sly dog!

Sam: These are .223 Caliber, subsonic rounds, the guy must've put a suppressor on the rifle.
Ava: Dude, who are you?
Sam: I ah...I just I...I just watch a lot of TJ Hooker.

Dean: (chuckles) This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.

Dean: Come on, man, I know Sam, okay, better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do. The guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn.

Gordon: What, you think this is revenge?
Dean: Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days. (snickers) Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh.

Ava: (to Sam) Why can't you just leave town, please? Before you blow up!

Sam: I want you out of harm's way, Ava.
Ava: What about you?
Sam: Harm's way doesn't really bother me.

Ava: (to Sam) Okay, you know what? Screw you buddy, okay, cos I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything, okay? D'you see this? I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home, addressing invitations, which I am way behind on by the way, but instead I drove out here to save your weirdo ass, but if you just wanna stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on planet Earth.

Sam: Are you okay?
Ava: Am I okay?
Sam: Yeah.
Ava: I just helped you steal some dead guy's confidential psych files. I'm awesome!

Dean: Well, you're a son of a bitch.
Gordon: (slaps him) That's my momma you're talking about.

Gordon: Do it. Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy.
(Sam slugs him)
Sam: It's Sam.

Sam: Gordon's taken care of.
(get shot at by Gordon)
Dean: You call this taken care of?!
(cops pull up and arrest Gordon)
Sam: Anonymous tip.
Dean: You're a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam.

Dean: Dude, you ever take off like that again...
Sam: What? You'd kill me?
Dean: That is so not funny.

Sam: Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean I ran all the way to California, and look what happened. You can't run from this. And you can't protect me.
Dean: I can try.
Sam: Thank for that.

Sam: So if you really want to watch my back, I guess you're going to have to stick around.
Dean: Bitch.
Sam: Jerk.

Sam: All right, so where to next, man?
Dean: One word, Amsterdam.
Sam: Dean!
Dean: Come on, man. I hear the coffee shops don't even serve coffee.

Dean: What's the point of saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in a while, huh?

Meilleurs moments:

Dean: I just figured after Ava, there'd be more angst, more droopy music, and staring out the rainy windows (glare from Sam). Okay, I'll shut up now.
Sam: Look, I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiance's dead and some demon's taken her off to God-knows-where. We've been looking for a month now. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die, either. We've gotta save as many people as we can.
Dean: Wow, that attitude is just way too healthy for me. I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you.

Dean: Dude, this is sweet! I never get to work jobs like this.
Sam: Like what?
Dean: Old-school haunted houses. Secret passageways, sissy British accents. We might even get to run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside. Mmm, Daphne...love her.

Susan: Let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?
Dean: How'd you know?
Susan: Oh, you just look the type. So, uh, a king-size bed?
Sam: What?! No, uh no, we're... Two singles. We're just brothers.
Susan: Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry.
Dean: What'd you mean that we look the type?

Dean: Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?
Sam: Well, you are kind of butch. They probably think you're overcompensating.
Dean: (uncomfortable chuckle) Right.

Dean: Hey, are those antique dolls? 'Cause this one, this one here, he has a major doll collection back home. (grins at Sam) Don't ya?
Sam: (reluctantly) Big time.
Dean: Big time. Yeah, you think he could come...well, we could come in and take a look?
Susan: I don't know...
Dean: Please? Please, I mean he loves them. He's not gonna tell you this, but he's always dressing 'em up in these little tiny outfits and I mean, you'd make his day. She would, huh?
Sam: (glaring at Dean) It's true.

Dean: Wow! This is a lotta dolls. Er, they're nice, they're not super-creepy at all...

Dean: (to Sam) You get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing. See if she's whacked anybody before.
Sam: Right.
Dean: Don't go surfing porn, that's not the kind of whacking I mean.

Dean: I'd love to hear some stories...
Sherwin: Boy, you should never say that to an old man.

Dean: We gotta figure this out and fast. What d'ya find out about Granny?
Sam: (drunkenly) You're bossy.
Dean: What?!
Sam: You're bossy. And short... (chuckles)
Dean: Are you drunk?
Sam: Yeah! So?

Dean: (as Sam is leaning over the toilet) You know there's a really good hangover remedy, it's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray.
Sam: (groaning) I hate you.
Dean: I know you do.

Dean: Hey, it turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke, she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace.
Sam: So you think she taught Rose hoodoo?
Dean: Yes I do.
Sam: All right. (gets up from toilet bowl, sighing heavily) I think it's time that we talked to Rose then.
Dean: (groans in disgust) You can brush your teeth first.

Dean: Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it?
Sam: Yeah. Yeah, it does. But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean.
Dean: (evasive) We talked about a lotta things last night.
Sam: You know what I mean.
Dean: You were wasted.
Sam: But you weren't. And you promised.

Sam: This woman's had a stroke.
Dean: Yeah, but hoodoo's hands-on...
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: ...you gotta mix herbs, and chant, and build an altar.
Sam: So it can't be Rose. Heck, maybe it's not even hoodoo.
Dean: You know, she could be faking.
Sam: Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick? (Dean nods) Dude, you are not gonna poke her with a stick!

Susan: What the hell happened out there?
Dean: You want the truth?
Susan: Of course.
Dean: Well at first we thought it was some kind of hoodoo curse. But that out there, was definitely a spirit.
Susan: You're insane.
Dean: That's been said.

Susan: I don't believe this.
Dean: Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean I guess it did, technically, but if a spirit can... forget it.

Meilleurs moments:

Frannie: So, what's it like, being an FBI guy?
Dean: Well, it's dangerous, yeah. And the secrets we gotta keep, oh God, the secrets. But mostly it's... it's lonely.

Dean: Friggin' cops.
Sam: They're just doing their job.
Dean: No, they're doing our job, only they don't know it so they suck at it.

Ronald: The thing I let into the bank... wasn't Juan. I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't his face. Ah, every detail was perfect but too perfect, you know, like if a dollmaker made it, like I was talking to a big Juan doll.
Sam: A Juan doll?

Ronald: Chinese been working on 'em for years, and the Russians before that. Part man, part machine, like the Terminator, but the kind that can change itself, make itself look like other people.
Dean: (enthusiastic) Like the one from T2?
Ronald: Exactly! See, so not just a robot, more of a... a... a Mandroid.
Sam: A Mandroid?!

Sam: What, are you pissed at me or something?
Dean: No, I just think it's creepy how good of a Fed you are. I mean, come on, we could have at least thrown the guy a bone. He did some pretty good leg work here.
Sam: (laughs) Mandroid?
Dean: Except for the Mandroid part.

Sam: Shapeshifter. Just like back at St. Louis. Same retinal reaction to video.
Dean: Eyes flare at the camera. I hate those freaking things.
Sam: You think I don't?
Dean: Well yeah, but one didn't turn into you and frame you for murder.

Dean: I'm not just gonna walk in here naked!

Dean: I like (the bank guard). He says "okey dokey."
Sam: What if he's the shifter?
Dean: We follow him home, put a silver bullet in his chest.

Dean: Looks like Mr. Okey Dokey is okey dokey.

Ronald: This is not a robbery! Everybody on the floor, now!

Ronald: Get on the floor, now!
Dean: Okay, we're doing that. Just don't shoot anybody, especially not us.
Ronald: I knew it, as soon as you two left. You ain't FBI. Who are you? Who are you working for, huh? The Men in Black? You working for the Mandroid?
Sam: We're not working for the Mandroid!
Ronald: You shut up! I ain't talking to you. I don't like you!
Sam: Fair enough.

Sherri: (about Dean) Who is that man?
Sam: He's my brother.
Sherri: He is so brave!
(Sam rolls eyes)

Dean: Are you nuts?
Ronald: That's just it, I'm not nuts. I mean, I was so scared that I was losing my marbles, but this is real! I mean, I was right! Except for the mandroid thing, thank you.
Dean: Yeah, don't mention it.

(Dean opens vault where hostages are being hidden)
Sherri: Oh my God! You saved us. You saved us!
Dean: Actually, I just met some more.
(ushers more hostages in)

Lt. Robarts: (about the Feds taking over the situation) Let me guess. You're lead dog now, but you would just love my full cooperation.
Henricksen: I don't give a rat's ass what you do. You can go get a donut and bang your wife for all I care.

(talking to Dean on the phone)
Henricksen: It's my job to bring you in, alive's a bonus but not necessary.
Dean: Woah, kind of harsh for a federal agent, don'tcha think?
Henricksen: Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you Dean? I want you and Sam out here, unarmed, or we come in. And yes, I know about Sam too, Bonnie to your Clyde.
Dean: Yeah, well, that part's true... but how'd you know we were here?
Henricksen: Go screw yourself, that's how I know.

Dean: We are so screwed.