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 Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 8:02 am
Dean: (reading from trophy) 1995.
Sam: No way. That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this.
Dean: Probably the closest you ever got to being a boy.
Dean: All right, maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales. I'll tell you one thing, there’s no way I'm kissing a damned frog.
Dean: I'm gonna go stop the big bad wolf. Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said.
Sam: Huh, when you sacrifice to Holnacar, guess what he gives you in return?
Dean: Lap dances, hopefully.
Dean: You saved my life.
Ruby: Don't mention it.
Dean: What was that stuff? God, it was a**. It tasted like a**.
Ruby: It's witchcraft, short bus. (she leaves)
Dean: (mutters) You're the short bus, short bus...
Dean being mimicked by Sam: You think your being funny but your being really really childish... Sam Winchester wears make-up... Sam Winchester cries his way through sex... Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by his bed and every morning when he wakes up he... OK ENOUGH!!
Henricksen: I mean, after all, seeing you two in chains...
Dean: You kinky son of a b***h, we don't swing that way.
Dean: yeah....and uh..Moby d**k's bong...
Dean: Dude, you full-on had a girl inside you for like a week *laughs* thats pretty naughty.
Dean: Why does a rabbit always get get screwed in the deal? *looks and dead, bloody rabbit* Poor little guy...
This isn't really a quote but when Dean sings ' Wanted Dead or Alive' with Sam right before he goes to hell. It was pure epicness
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 1:33 am
Dean: Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night. You know who does that? No-talent douchebags. I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show. And you want to know why. Because I hate procedural cop shows. It's like 300 of them on television, they're all the freakin' same.
Dean: Ally with the Trickster?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: A bloody, violent monster... and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, Sammy.
Old Dean: You got me. I never been paralyzed. But I tell you something--I've been to Hell, and there's an archangel there wanting me to drop the soap. Look at me! My junk's rustier than yours!
Had to add in some Dean and Bobby, they are so ficking funny together.
Dean: You're family. I don't know if you've noticed, but me and Sam, we don't have much left. I can't do this without you. I can't. So don't you dare think about checking out. I don't want to hear that again.
Bobby: Okay.
Dean: Okay. Good.
Bobby: Thanks. Now, we done feeling our feelings? 'Cause I'd like to get out of this room before we both start growing lady parts
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