Supernatural, season 3

Bobby: So, where's your brother? Sam: Polling the electorate. Bobby: What? Sam: Never mind. Bobby: So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we? Dean: Well, sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweatin' the cholesterol. Bobby: You sure this is the right place? Dean: No. But I spent all day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug, and supposedly he drinks at this stupid bar... Dean: Well, you look like Hell warmed over. Bobby: You try exorcising all night, see how you feel. Sam: Any survivors, Bobby? Bobby: Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy... they'll make it. A lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but still... Sam: You're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing... to me. What you did was selfish. Dean: Yeah. You're right. Was selfish. But I'm okay with that. Sam: I'm not. Dean: Tough. After everything I've done for this family

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Sam: (trying to cover up his phone call) Oh, I was just ordering pizza. Dean: Dude, you do realize that you're in a restaurant? Sam: Yeah! Oh, yeah, yeah... (lamely) I just felt like pizza, y'know? Dean: Okay... Weirdy McWeirderton. Sam: So let me get this straight. You want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some random chick? Dean: She was a yoga teacher. That was the bendiest weekend of my life! Sam: Why are you following me? Ruby: I'm interested in you. Sam: Why? Ruby: Because you're tall. I love a tall man! Ben: No, don't go over there. Only bitches send a grown-up. Dean: You're not wrong. Ben: And I'm not a bitch. Dean: Well, we'll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch them on the front lawn. That'll play great with the neighbors.

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Dean: (reading from trophy) 1995. Sam: No way. That's my Division Championship soccer trophy! I can't believe he kept this. Dean: Yeah, it's probably the closest you ever came to being a boy. Oh, wow! It’s my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade. Sam: I lost my shoe. Sam: What am I even supposed to do, Dean? Dean: Nothing, nothing! Come here. I don't want you doing... anything! I want you to sit right here, and don't move! Okay? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light, don't even scratch your nose! Sam: [mouthing the words] Scratch my nose? [checks to see that Dean has left, then scratches his nose] Dean: So you're only out for yourself, huh? It's all about number one? Bela: Being a hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved? Dean: Well, aren't you a glass half-full? Bela: We're all going to Hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride. Bela: [training a gun on Sam and Dean] Put the foot down,

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Sam: No offense, but what are you doing here, Father? Father Gil: Like it or not, you go where your flock is. Casey: Plus, the clergy drinks for free. Ruby: Cute piece. Bobby: Who are you? Ruby: Won't stop a demon, if that's what you think. Bobby: How the hell would you know? Ruby: Oh, I don't know...[blackens her eyes] Call it an educated guess. Bobby: Well, ain't I lucky then? Found a subject for a test fire. Ruby: [laughs] Luck had nothing to do with it. But hey, by all means, take your best shot. [Bobby hesitates, Ruby becomes impatient] Ugh...are you gonna stand there like a pantywaist? Or are you gonna shoot-! [Bobby shoots her, she looks down at the wound, then looks back at Bobby] Ouch. This smarts a little. Bobby: What do you want? Ruby: Peace on earth, a new shirt. Now, do you want me to help you out with that gun, or not, hm? Hooker: Here's what I'm going to do. Normally I charge four hundred a night. Why don't we call it an even deuce, and get the hell out of here? Dean: Wh

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Kyle: Those were my brothers. This guy, he killed my brothers. How would you feel? Sam: Can't imagine anything worse. Sam: Well, thinking about fairy tales. Dean: Oh, that's... That's nice. You think about fairy tales often? Sam: No, Dean, I'm talking about the murders. A guy and a girl hiking through the woods, an old lady tries to eat them. That's Hansel and Gretel. Sam: Then we've got the three brothers, arguing over how to build houses, attacked by the Big, Bad Wolf. Dean: The Three Little Pigs. Sam: Yeah. Dean: Actually, those guys were a little chubby. Oh wait, I thought all those things ended with, uh, everyone living happily ever after. Sam: No, no, not the originals. See, the Grimm Brothers stuff was kind of like the.. the folklore of its day, full of sex, violence, cannibalism. Now, it got sanitized over the years and turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories. Dean: So, you think the murders are what, a reenactment? That's a little crazy. Sam: Crazy as what? Every day of

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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. Sam: Bite me. Dean: Hey, not if she bites you first. Sam: How do you sleep at night? Bela: On silk sheets, rolling naked in money. Dean: Can I shoot her? Sam: Not in public. Dean: Hey, Bela, how'd you get like this? Huh? What, your daddy not give you enough hugs or something? Bela: I don't know. Your daddy give you enough? Don't you dare look down your nose at me. You're no better than I am. Dean: We help people. Bela: [scoffs] 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] 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 "o" for two. Bang up job so far. Bela: You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex. Dean: (a

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