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In Celebration of Writers - Favorite Quotes from Supernatural Season One
This one just about broke my heart. I love this show, but it is one where the quotes don’t make much sense unless seen and heard in context. Let’s face it....one of the funniest lines of Season 3 is “I lost my shoe”, but unless you can see it in context and hear the delivery, it just doesn’t translate to a good quote by itself.
But I tried anyway. The following quotes are mainly for the show’s fans who can remember the context and delivery. I’m sorry I didn’t put them in better order…or if I missed your favorites. Please add any I missed.
For anyone reading who hasn’t seen the series, don’t judge by this blog. Watch the show, hopefully in order. The fun is in the relationship between the brothers, which grows as the show progresses. Everything else is gravy (or for those of us with a sweet tooth…hot fudge).
I had to do a powerful lot of editing to get this one through the filters. Yeesh. It’s always fun until you hit “Post” and bump up against the censors. It would be nice if this site would at least highlight what it is finding objectionable. Hard to figure out what to edit when you can’t figure out what it is objecting to. I finally resorted to editing Michael Jackson, because that was all I could see that was left that might be objectionable that I hadn’t already edited. Still didn’t go through. I finally edited words I couldn’t even imagine would be objectionable, just in case. Still didn’t work. Brings to mind the following:
Sam: Find anything?
Dean: Besides a whole new level of frustration? No.
Even I was laughing by the time I got done. I finally decided to eliminate a bunch of the quotes, many of them my favorites. I’ll try to add them a few at a time after I get the initial blog posted.
Anyway, I’ll apologize to anyone who finds any of the remaining content objectionable. Considering some of the language I was using by the time I got done…..well, I’ll leave it at that.
Remember, without the writers, our scripted shows wouldn’t exist.
A special thanks to the writers of this show, and to tv.com for a single place with show quotes (since my memory isn’t the greatest anymore).
Quotes from Supernatural, Season One:
“Policeman: So you want to give us your real name?
Dean: I told you, it’s Nugent. Ted Nugent.
Sam: Dude, you gotta update your cassette tape collection.
Dean: Why?
Sam: Well for one they are cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica... it’s the greatest hits of mullet rock.
Dean: House rules, Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.
Sam: Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It's Sam okay.
Dean: Sorry, can’t hear you. The music's too loud.
Sam: Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?
Dean: I'm 26, dude.
Dean: I love the Smurfs.
Sheriff: I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here.
Dean: You talkin' about misdemeanor kind of trouble or squeal like a pig trouble?
Sam: We got work to do.
Sam: Yeah? When I told dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45.
Dean: Well what was he supposed to do?
Sam: I was nine years old. He was supposed to say "Don’t be afraid of the dark."
Dean: Don’t be afraid of the dark? What, are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what’s out there!!
Dean: You okay?
Sam: Yeah, I'm fine.
Dean: Another nightmare?
(Sam clears throat)
Dean: You wanna drive for a while?
Sam: Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that.
Haley: You're rangers?
Dean: That's right
Haley: And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?
Dean: Oh, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.
Dean: (to Sam) I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things... The family business.
(to Lucas)
Dean: You're scared. It's okay, I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom, I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe... your dad wants you to be brave, too.
Dean: (to Lucas) So crayons are more of your thing. That's cool. Chicks dig artists.
Dean: You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while. (points to an attractive waitress) That’s fun.
Dean: All right if you're goin' to be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it back to me one more time.
Lucas: Zeppelin Rules!
Sheriff Devins: Or we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again.
Sam: Door number two sounds good.
Sheriff Devins: That's the one I'd pick.
Sam: “Kids are the best?" You don’t even like kids.
Dean: I love kids.
Sam: Name three children that you even know.
(long pause)
Sam: Forget it.
Dean: I’m thinking!
Dean: I just don't want to leave this town until I know that the kid is okay.
Sam: Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?
Andrea: (to Dean) Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line.
(Dean is being fidgety on the plane)
Sam: Just try to relax.
Dean: (through clenched teeth) Just try to shut up!
Sam: Are you ok?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: Why? What's wrong?
Dean: I kind of have this problem with...
(moves his hand in a plane motion)
Sam: Flying?
Dean: It's never really been an issue until now.
Sam: You're joking right?
Dean: Do I look like I'm joking?! Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?!
Sam: Are you humming to Metallica?
Dean: Calms me down.
Dean: I look like one of the Blues Brothers.
Sam: No you don't . You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance.
Officer: Hold it!
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys. False alarm. I tripped the system.
Officer: Who are you?
Dean: I'm the boss's kid.
Officer: You're Mr. Yamishiro's kid?
Sam: Almost never.
Dean: Exactly.
(after Sam wakes from a nightmare)
Dean: So, what'd you dream about?
Sam: Lollipops and candycanes.
Dean: Yeah, sure.
Sam: Find anything?
Dean: Besides a whole new level of frustration? No.
Sam: Why'd you let me fall asleep?
Dean: Because I'm an awesome brother.
Sam: Look, you're my brother and I'd die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.
Dean: Sammy! Sammy!
Sam: It's Sam.
(after breaking a whole bunch of mirrors)
Dean: Hey, Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Dean : This has gotta be like, what, 600 hundred years bad luck?
Dean: Dude, I earned that money.
Sam: You won it in a poker game!
Dean: Yeah…?
Shapeshifter Dean: I must say, I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brother's got a lot of good qualities. You should appreciate him more than you do.
Sam: We've gotta find a phone, call the police!
Dean: You're gonna put an APB out on me?
Dean: You know, I gotta say, I'm sorry I'm going to miss it.
Sam: Miss what?
Dean: How many chances am I going to have to see my own funeral?
Dean: That better be you Sam and not that freak of nature!
Sam: Yeah, it's me. He went to Becca's, looking like you.
Dean: Well, he's not stupid. He picked the handsome one!
(after Dean finds out that Sam's friend, Zach, has been put in jail for murdering his girlfriend)
Dean: Dude, what kind of people are you hanging out with?!
(preparing to search)
Dean: Alright, take your pick.
Sam: I'll take the house.
Dean: Okay. Hey, stay out of her underwear drawer.
(at a frat party)
Dean: Man, you've been holding out on me, this college thing is awesome!
Sam: This wasn't really my experience.
Dean: Let me guess - libraries, studying, straight A's.
(Sam nods)
Dean: What a geek.
Dean: (digging grave):That's it! Next time, I get to watch the cute girl's house.
Dean: (after winning at gambling) Work, work work. No time to spend my money.
Dean: (to his Dad's voicemail) Dad, I know I've left messages before. I don't even know if you get 'em. But I'm with Sam and we're in Lawrence and there's something in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not...but...(tears up) I don't know what to do. So whatever you're doing, if you could get here...please. I need your help, Dad.
Dean: Listen, Jenny, it's important, Ow!
(Missouri hits him on the back of the head)
Missouri: Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset. (to Jenny) forgive this boy. He means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed.
Missouri: Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm going to whack you with a spoon.
Dean: I didn't do anything.
Missouri: You were thinking about it.
Missouri: You two have grown up handsome. (looks at Dean) And you were a goofy looking kid, too.
Dean: Look, you wanna kill me? Here, take this, it'll make it easier for you.
(Sam tries to fire the gun)
Dean: You didn't seriously think I'd give you a loaded gun, did you?
(knocks Sam unconscious)
Dean: Sorry, Sammy.
Dean: Hey, I gotta question for ya. You seen a lot of horror movies, yeah?
Kat: Yeah, I guess so.
Dean: Do me a favor, next time you see one, pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted, don't go in.
Dean: Sam, put the gun down.
Sam: (when he is crazy) Is that an order?
Dean: No, it's more of a friendly request.
Kat: Hey Gavin?
Gavin: Yeah?
Kat: If we make it out of here alive, we are so breaking up.
Dean: Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel.
Dean: Hey Sam, who do you think is a hotter psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?
(about ghost of asylum inmate)
Gavin: She kissed me.
Sam: Umm, but she didn't hurt you physically?
Gavin: Dude, she kissed me! I'm scarred for life!
Sam: It doesn't matter what Dad wants.
Dean: See, that attitude there... That's why I always got the extra cookie.
(talking to Meg, who is hitchhiking)
Sam: You trust shady van guy and not me?
Meg: Definitely.
Dean: Actually, I'm on my way to the local community college. I got an appointment with a professor.. you know, since I don't have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research!
Dean: Sam, you were right, you gotta do your own thing, you gotta live your own life.
Sam: Are you serious?
Dean: You've always known what you want and you go after it. Stand up to Dad, and you always have. I wish I had. Anyway, I admire that about you. I'm proud of you, Sammy.
Sam: I don't even know what to say
Dean: Say you'll take care of yourself.
Sam: I will.
Dean: Dad said it wasn't safe for any of us. But he obviously knows something that we don't. So he says to stay away, we stay away.
Sam: I don't understand the blind faith you have in that man. I mean, it's like you didn't even question him.
Dean: Yes! It's called being a good son.
Dean: Scotty, you got a smile that lights up a room. Anyone tell you that? (Scotty stares blankly) Ah, never mind.
Sam: The scarecrow crawled off its cross?
Dean: I’m telling you, Burkitsville, Indiana – Fun Town U.S.A.
Emily: I don’t understand. They’re going to kill us?
Dean: Sacrifice us. Which is, I don’t know, classier I guess.
Emily: So what’s the plan?
Dean: I’m working on it.
(several hours later)
Emily: You don’t have a plan, do you?
Dean: I’m working on it…
Dean: How’d you get here?
Sam: I stole a car.
Dean: That’s my boy!
(to townspeople who are sacrificing him)
Dean: I hope your apple pie is freakin worth it!
Dean: You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you?
Sam: I'm not gonna let you die period.
Dean: I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.
Dean: I'm gonna die, Sam... and, you can't stop it.
Sam: Watch me!
Sam: You mean you dated someone? For more than one night?
Dean: Am I speaking a language you're not getting here?
Sam: You told her. You told her? The secret? Our big family rule number one, we do what we do, and we shut up about it. For a year and a half I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a couple of times and you tell her everything? (Dean still says nothing) Dean!
Dean: Yeah, looks like it
Sam: I figured maybe that would get rid of it.
Dean: Maybe?! Maybe?!? What if you were wrong?
Sam: Honestly that thought hadn't occured to me.
Dean: (mimicking Sam) "Well that honestly didn't occur to me." I'm gonna kill him.
Sam: By old friend you mean…
Dean: Friend that’s not new.
Sam: Yeah, thanks.
Sam: (talking about Dean and Cassie) What's interesting is that you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she's not looking. She checks you out when you look away. It’s just an interesting observation, in a, you know, observationally interesting way.
Sam: Occasionally I miss boring.
Dean: So this killer truck...
Sam: I miss conversations that didn't start with "this killer truck."
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.
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: Well, I’ll tell you one thing. We’re lucky we had Dad.
Dean: I never thought I’d hear you say that.
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.
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.
Kathleen: (about Sam) Does your cousin have a drinking problem?
Dean: Two beers and he’s doin’ karaoke.
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!
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.
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!
(trying to get out of handcuffs)
Dean: I gotta start carrying paperclips.
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”?
(looking at pictures of the Bender family's victims)
Dean: I'll say it again. Demons I get, people are crazy!
Sam: You killed those two people for nothing.
Meg: Baby, I'd kill a lot more for a lot less.
Dean: So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl.
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.
John: I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. (pause) She was the bad guy, right?
Sam and Dean: (in unison) Yes, sir.
(bound up by Meg)
Sam: Wanna have fun? Go ahead. I'm a little tied up right now.
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: (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?
Dean: I’m just saying these outfits cost hard-earned money.
Sam: Whose?
Dean: Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?
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 think there’s something weird going on here.
Dean: Yeah. She wasn’t even into 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.
Dean: (to Ed and Harry) Would you look at that? Action figures in their original packaging. What a shocker.
Sam: That was your great idea? To burn the house down?
Dean: People won't go in any more.
Sam: Truce?
Dean: Yeah, truce... at least for the next hundred miles.
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, s-x...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.
Dean: Man I hate rats.
Sam: Would you rather it was a ghost?
Dean: Yes.
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.
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.
Ed: Sweet Lord...
Harry: of the Rings – run!!
Dean: People believe in Santa Claus - why aren't I getting hooked up every Christmas?
Sam: 'Cause you're a bad person.
Dean: I barely have any skin left on my palm.
Sam: I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole.
Dean: I thought the legend said the Mordecai only goes after chicks.
Sam: It does.
Dean: Alright, well I mean that explains why it went after you, but why me?
Sam: It kinda makes you wonder. Of all the things we've hunted, how many exist just because people believed in them?
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: An old person, huh?
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: In the hospital? Whew, better call the Coast Guard!
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.
Dean: All right, well, if Isaiah's position changed then many some other things in the painting changed as well, you know, could give us some clues.
Sam: What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?
Dean: I don't...know, I'm still waiting for the movie on that one.
Sam: What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks!
Sam: You know, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up?
Dean: Because then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time.
Sarah: You guys are uncomfortably comfortable with this.
Sam: Well, this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug. Still think I'm a catch?
Sarah: So this is what you guys do for a living?
Sam: Not exactly. We don't get paid.
Dean: Grant Wood, Grandma Moses...what?
Sam: Art History course. It's good for meeting girls.
Dean: It's like I don't even know you.
Dean: (mumbling to himself) I'm the one who burned the doll and destroyed the spirit, but don't thank me or anything!
Kate: Ooh! (picks Dean up with one hand)
Dean: I don't normally get this friendly until the second date...
Kate: You know, we could have some fun. I always like to make new friends.
Dean: Sorry, don't really stay with a chick that long, definitely not eternity.
Sam: Hey, Dad, whatever happened to that college fund?
John: Spent it on ammo.
Sam: Hey, there's salt over here, right inside the door.
Dean: You mean like "protection against demons" salt or "oops, I spilled the popcorn" salt?
Sam: I wonder how Dad’s doing.
Dean: I’d feel a lot better if we were there backing him up.
Sam: I’d feel a lot better if he were here backing us up.
Sam: Maybe we could tell them there's a gas leak, that might get them out of the house for a few hours.
Dean: Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us?
Sam: Yeah. (long pause) We could always tell them the truth.
Sam and Dean: (in unison) Naaah.
John: Alright, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me.
Dean: Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence...Sam called you when I was dying. I mean getting you on the phone, I got a better chance of winning the lottery.
John: You're right. Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry.
Cute Girl: Hi, is there anything I can do for you?
Dean: Oh God, yes.
Bobby: (handing Dean one of two flasks) Here you go.
Dean: What is this, holy water?
Bobby: That one is. This is whiskey.
Dean: Boy, you and Dad are a lot more alike that I thought you know that? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing, but you know what, I'm gonna be the one to bury you!
Meg: Jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh I forgot, you don't.
John: (possessed) Your dad, he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He say's "Hi," by the way.
Dean (to possessed John): Listen, you want to just get this over with, huh, cause I really can't stand the monologuing.
Sam: I'm gonna kill you.
John: (possessed) Oh, that would be a neat trick. In fact, here, make the gun float to you there, psychic boy.
Meg: I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I'm a little underwhelmed. First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, man. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?
Dean: Actually, we were counting on it.
Dean: You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there.
Sam: You didn't have a choice, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me.
Sam: Then what does?
Dean: Killing that guy, killing Meg - I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you or Dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it scares me sometimes.
John: (possessed) What? You are the only one who can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I have killed your family? Oh...that's right, I forgot, I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right.
John: I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it. I thought we saw eye to eye on this--killing this demon comes first, before me, before everything.
Sam (looking in rearview mirror at injured Dean): No, sir, not before everything.
John: (possessed): Sam, he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, its more concern than he's ever showin' you.
Dean: Yeah, I bet you're real proud of your kids, too. Huh? Oh wait, I forgot, I wasted them!
Bobby: You think you guys invented lying to the cops? I’ll figure something out.
Meg: You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask.
Hope you enjoyed them!
Tana
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Jan 21, 2008 9:15 PM
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Now to try adding some:
Dean: Nice work, Sammy.
Sam: (painful laughing) Yeah, wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?
Dean: Hey, saved your a--! I'll tell you another thing. If you scr-wed up my car, I'll kill you.
Sam: So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?
Dean: Well, yeah. Hunting ain't exactly a pro b-ll career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards...
Dean: Nice work, Sammy.
Sam: (painful laughing) Yeah, wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?
Dean: Hey, saved your a--! I'll tell you another thing. If you scr-wed up my car, I'll kill you.
Sam: Hey Dean. What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.
Dean: No ch-ck flick moments.
Sam: Alright...j-rk.
Dean: B---h.
Officer: So, fake U.S. Marshall. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?
Dean: My b--bs.
Sam: How do you do it? How does Dad do it?
Dean: Well for one, them. (looks at Haley and her brother) I mean, our family's so scr-wed to h-ll, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable. (long pause) And I tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sob’s as I possibly can.
Dean: (to Sam): Oh God, we’re not going to have to hug or anything, are we?
Dean: Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm freakin four!
Sam: (very calmly) You need to calm down.
Dean: Well, I'm sorry I can't!
Sam: (still calm) Yes, you can.
Dean: Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help-yoga cr-p. It's not helping!
Dean: I really wish things could be different, you know, I wish you could just be Joe College.
Sam: Nah, that's okay. You know, truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in.
Dean: Well, that's cuz you're a freak.
Sam: Yeah, thanks.
Dean: Well I'm a freak, too. I'm right there with you, all the way.
Dean: I think we're close to its lair.
Sam: Why'd you say that?
Dean: Because there's another p-ke-inducing pile next to your face.
Sam: Urgh, God!
Dean: Sam wears women's underwear.
Sam: I've been listening, I'm just busy.
(about shapeshifter who looks like Dean)
Dean: All right, but first I want to find that handsome devil and kick the holy cr-p out of him!
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Jan 21, 2008 9:18 PM
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Larry: Let me just say. We accept home owners of any race, religion, color or...s-xual orientation.
Dean: We’re brothers.
Real Estate Agent: We accept home owners of all race, religion, color, or s-xual orientation.
Dean: Right. Um, I'm going to go talk to Larry. Okay, Honey? (smacks Sam on the b-tt)
Dean: Dude, you f-gly.
Dean: It must be rough, to believe in something so much and have it disappoint you like that.
Layla: You wanna hear something weird? I'm okay, really. I guess if you're going to have faith you can't just have it when the miracles happen, you have to have it when they don't.
Dean: So what now?
Layla: God works in mysterious ways. Goodbye Dean.
Dean: Hey, um, you know, I'm not much of the praying type. But I'm gonna pray for you.
Layla: Well, there's a miracle right there
Landlady: You guys said you're with the alarm company?
Dean: That's right.
Landlady: Well, no offense, but your alarm's about as useful as b--bs on a man.
Dean: That's why we're here.
(about Meg)
Dean: Hey, Sam…?
Sam: Hmmm?
Dean: Next time you want to get laid…find a girl that’s not so buckets of crazy, huh?
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 s-t-nists 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.
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 b-stard’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.
Dean: Where is he? Is he okay?
Missouri: I don't know.
Dean: Don't know? Your supposed to be a psychic, right?
Missouri: Boy, you see me sawing some boney tramp in half? You think I'm a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't pull facts out of thin air.
Missouri: Don’t worry. Dean’s going to clean up this mess. Well what are you waiting for, boy. Grab the mop.
(Dean glares silently)
Missouri: And don’t cuss at me!
Dean: (talking about his dad) You know I love the guy but I swear he writes like freakin Yoda.
Dean: What are ya gonna do, Sam? The gun is filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill me.
(Sam shoots Dean)
Sam: No, but it'll hurt like hell.
Kat: So how do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?
Sam: It's kind of our job.
Kat: Why would anyone want a job like that?
Sam: I had a crappy guidance counselor.
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Jan 21, 2008 9:27 PM
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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 African American man)
Dean: I lost some weight and I got that Michael Jackson skin disease...
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.
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: Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the pursqueeter.
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!
(about the demon who killed their mother)
Dean: Sam, I wanna waste it. I do, okay? But it's not worth dying over!
Sam: What?
Dean: I mean it! If hunting this d-mon means you getting yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing!
Meg: You're dead, John. Your boys are dead.
John: I never used the gun, how could I know it wouldn't work?
Meg: I am so not in the mood for this, I've just been shot!
John: Well then, I guess you're lucky the gun wasn't real.
Meg: That's funny, John. We're gonna strip the skin from your bones, but that was funny.
Okay, I think I got most of them in.
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Jan 21, 2008 9:30 PM
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Oh Tana, awesome, awesome, job. Thank you for all your work. LOL.
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Jan 21, 2008 10:07 PM
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Hi Tana, at least you finally got them working eh? Aw...brings back memories. Thanks.
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Jan 21, 2008 10:26 PM
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Molly:
Thanks...this one was a challenge, but definitely a labor of love.
Lacey:
It was something of a miracle. Only took me 2 nights of fiddling to get it through. I didn't add your favorite though. Figured you might want to do that yourself.
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Jan 21, 2008 10:36 PM
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All of these are from Hookman.
Dean: Your half caf vanilla latte is getting cold over here Francis.
Sam: Bite me!
Walk into Frat house. See a boy painting himself blue.
Blue Boy: Hey do me a favor get my back.
Dean looks at him strangely and points to Sam: He's the artist. Things he can do with a brush.
One of my favorite lines:
As they exit the Police Station.
Dean: Dude I'm Matlock.
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Jan 21, 2008 10:57 PM
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but definitely a labor of love.
And it shows, like I said awesome job, it must have taken you hours. Too bad CW didn't show that kind of dedication to SN.
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Jan 21, 2008 10:58 PM
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Molly:
Assembling the blog didn't take that long. Getting it through the censors took 2 nights of work!
I'd try it, then edit some more, then try it, then edit some more, then try it....you get the picture. Good thing they couldn't censor my language, 'cause it was getting mighty blue.
Lacey:
I had the latte one on my original blog. I withheld it originally (wasn't sure if "Bite me" was biting me with the censors).
I forgot completely about the Matlock and blue boy quotes.
Thanks for adding them!
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Jan 21, 2008 11:08 PM
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Have DVDs and DVD player will find quotes... . I've always been sorry that the whole Francis conversation got omitted from the episode. When Sam gripes to Dean about getting a fake id that was the correct gender...![]<img border=](http://community.tvguide.com/images/emoticons/devil.gif) ">
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Jan 21, 2008 11:31 PM
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Great job Tana! This is just one of the reasons why I love this show. I'm reading away laughing (cause I can "fill in" the delivery and context in my head *grin*), and then I hit one of those quotes that make you want to tear up.
Thanks for all the work!
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Jan 22, 2008 12:39 AM
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Thanks for this lovely stroll down Memory Lane, Tana! This very last scene from Something Wicked has always been one of my favorites:
Sam: "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..."
No matter how many times I see it, I can't hold back the tears.
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Jan 23, 2008 12:02 PM
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Hi Panns! Glad you enjoyed it.
Hi Arafel....I loved that one, too. Thanks for adding it!
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Jan 23, 2008 7:23 PM
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Tana, your quote lists have been pretty phenomenal!
I feel your pain about the censors. I spent seven hours posting and reposting one night and every single time the post would get blocked. I realized later that it wasn't one word or the other necessarily that got blocked, but the COMBINATION of two words. Just so you know for next time!
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