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Aired: Thursday November 8, 2007

Baddies: Ghost ship

Sources: tv.com, spoilerfix.com, supernatural.tv

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Lore and Interesting Facts:

Quotes:

Dean: So who was it Bela? Hmm? Who'd you kill? Was it daddy? Your little sis maybe?
Bela: It's none of your business.
Dean: No...right. Well have a nice life, you know whatever's left of it. (grabs jacket) Sam, let's go.
Bela: You can't just leave me here.
Dean: Watch us.
Bela: Please. I need your help.
Dean: Our help? Well now how could a couple of serial killers possibly help you?

Bela: I sold it. I had a buyer lined up as soon as I knew it existed.
Sam: So the whole reason for us goin' to the charity ball was...?
Bela: I needed a cover. You were convenient.
Sam: Look you sold it to a buyer, just go buy it back.
Bela: It's half way across the ocean, I can't get it back in time.
Dean: In time for what?
Sam: What's going on with you Bela? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Bela: I saw the ship.
Dean: You what? ...Wow you know I..I knew you were an immoral, thieving, con-artist b***h, but just when I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower...

(Sam and Dean are in the car; Dean looks pissed)
Dean: So, I've been waiting since Maple Springs. You got something to tell me?
Sam: It's not your birthday..
Dean: No.
Sam: (thinks hard) ...Happy Purim?
(Dean gives Sam an angry look, Sam laughs)
Sam: Dude, I don't know! I have no idea what you're talking about.

Bela: You boys should learn to lock your doors. Anyone could just barge in.
Sam: Anyone just did.

Bela: Do you really think this is going to work?
Dean: Almost definitely not.

(about Bela to the Guard)
Dean: You think she's a pain in the a** now, try living with her.

Bela: What is taking so long? Sam's already halfway there. With his date.
Dean: I am so not okay with this.
Bela: What are you, a woman? Come down already.
(Dean walks down steps, Bela gasps)
Dean: All right, get it out. I look ridiculous.
Bela: Not exactly the word I'd use.

Sam: Exactly how long do you expect me to entertain my date?
Bela: As long as it takes.
Dean: Look. There's security all over this place, alright. This is an uncrashable party, without Gert's invitation, so.
Sam: We can crash anything, Dean.
Dean: Yeah I know, but this is easier and a lot more entertaining.

Bela: So, how'd things go last night with Peter?
(Sam gives angry look)
Bela: That well, huh.
Dean: If you say "I told you so," I swear to God, I'll start swinging.

Bela: Don't you dare look down your nose at me. You're no better than I am.
Dean: We help people.
Bela: Come on! You do this out of vengeance and obsession. You're a stone's throw from being a serial killer.
(Dean looks over to Sam)
Bela: Whereas I on the other hand, I get paid to do a job, and I do it. So you tell me, which is healthier?
Sam: Bela, why don't you just leave? We've got work to do.
Bela: Yeah. You're 0 for 2. Bang up job so far.

Dean: There's a bullet missing from the Colt. You want to tell me how that happened? I know it wasn't me, so unless you were shooting at some incredibly evil cans.
Sam: Dean.
Dean: You went after her didn't you? The Crossroads Demon, after I told you not to.
Sam: Yeah, well.
Dean: You could have gotten yourself killed.
Sam: I didn't.
Dean: And you shot her?
Sam: She was a smartass.

(to Dean)
Bela: Now, I'd get to that car if I were you, before they find that arsenal in the trunk. Ciao.

Sam: You shot me.
Bela: I barely grazed you.
(Dean rolls eyes)
Bela: Cute. But a bit of a drama queen, yeah?

Dean: A Hand of Glory? I think I got one of those at the end of my Thai massage last week.

Dean: This is where we parked the car, right?
Sam: I thought so.
Dean: Where's my car?
Sam: Did you feed the meter?
Dean: Yes I fed the meter. Sam, where's my car, did somebody... stole my car?
Sam: Hey-hey, calm down. Dean.
Dean: I'm calmed down. Somebody stole my c...
(Dean starts to hyperventilate)
Sam: Wow, Dean. Hey-hey-hey-hey, take it easy, take it easy.
(Dean hyperventilating)
Bela: The 67' Impala, was that yours?
Sam: Bela.
Bela: I'm sorry, I had that car towed.
Dean: You what?
Bela: Well, it was in a tow-away zone.
Dean: No it wasn't.
Bela: It was when I finished with it.

Dean: What's the next step?
Sam: I gotta ID the boat.
Dean: That shouldn't be too hard. I mean, how many three-mast ships have wrecked off the coast?
Sam: I checked that too actually, over 150.
Dean: Wow!
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Crap.
Sam: Mm-hmm.

Dean: So what happens? You see the ship and then a few hours later you pucker up and kiss your a** goodbye.
Sam: Basically.

Dean: What a crazy old broad.
Sam: Why, because she believes in ghosts?
Dean: Ha ha, look at you. Sticking up for your girlfriend, you cougar hound.

Dean: Hey, Bela, how'd you get like this? What, your daddy not give you enough hugs or something?
Bela: I don't know. Your daddy give you enough?

Dean: You can't save everybody, Sam.
Sam: Yeah right, So, so…what? You feel better now, or what?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: Me neither.
Dean: You got to understand…
Sam: It’s just lately I feel like I can't save anybody.

Bela: What do you suggest?
Dean: I’m thinking…
Bela: Don’t strain yourself.

Dean: (about Bela) You know what? I’m not going to kill her. I think slow torture’s the way to go.

Dean: I can’t believe she got another one over on us!
Sam: You.
Dean: What?
Sam: I mean, she got one over on you, not us.
Dean: Thank you, Sam! Very helpful.

Dean: (to Sam) You stink like sex.

Bela: (after handing Dean and Sam money) I don't like being in anyone's debt.
Dean: So ponying up ten grand is easier for you then a simple “thank you”? You're so damaged.
Bela: Takes one to know one.

Sam: I don’t want you to worry about me, Dean. I want you to worry about you. I want you to give a crap that you're dying! So that's it? Nothing else to say for you?
Dean: I think maybe I'll play craps.

Sam: You know, there are limits to what I'll do, right?
Dean: Ah, he's playing hard-to-get. That's cute.

Bela: You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.
Dean: (after thinking hard) Don't objectify me.

Bela: I think the three of us should have a heart-to-heart.
Dean: That's assuming you have a heart.

Sam: Bite me.
Dean: Not if she bites you first.

Peter: You're not cops. Not dressed like that, not in that crappy car.
Dean: Hey, no need to get nasty.

Bela: I see you got your car back.
Dean: You really want to come near me with a loaded gun in my hands?
Bela: Now, now. Mind your blood pressure.

Sam: How do you sleep at night?
Bela: On silk sheets, rolling naked in money.

Bela: (to Dean) I didn't want you thinking... you're not very good at that. Oh, look at you, searching for a witty rejoinder.
Dean: Screw you.
Bela: Very Oscar Wilde.

(about Bela)
Dean: Can I shoot her?
Sam: Not in public.