Alien #1: [sneaking around London and Maddie's room] You are afraid of an inferior life form! You are unworthy of our mission!

Alien #2: Mom said use your words!

Alien #1: Mom's two trillion light-years away! Deal with it!

Father Joe Skarn: Look, we're both pros, Mike. We both go to the book for all our answers, only there's a difference in the books.

Zeke: The name is Zeke. First time in detention?

Maddie Fitzpatrick: I've never even gotten a "B" before.

London, Zeke: Me neither.

Maddie Fitzpatrick: And now I'm stuck in here with a bunch of losers!

London: [to Zeke] What are you in for?

Zeke: [looks at Maddie] I hit a kid who called me a loser.

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Sister, save me!

Dean Winchester: [after looking at the breaking news report with a drawn picture of himself on TV] Man. It's not even a good picture!

Joe: Who is helping my wife give birth?

Mr. Moseby: Oh, just a couple of twelve year old boys.

Carey Martin: But don't worry one of them is really smart.

Kurt: Yeah, and the other one watches alot of medical shows.

Abel Hoffman: [to Father Scarne] Don't talk to me about dreams, okay? I heard the dreams you dish out to those losers over at your mission. Nothin' matters now. "It'll be better in Heaven." Well, I want it now, and I'm gonna get it.

Maddie Fitzpatrick: You know, looks aren't everything. I mean there's reading and education. Becoming a well-rounded person.

Beauty Contest Contestent: Do you know Orlando Bloom?

London: Pfff.

[shaking her head]

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Orlando Bloom likes smart girls. I know he does. I just know it!

[runs toward door and leaves]

London: [to contestants] He doesn't.

Dean Winchester: All right, but first I want to find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him!

Cody Martin: Whoa! Look at all the lights on that Christmas tree! There must be like a million bulbs!

Arwin: Yeah! Buy 999,999, get one free.

Abel Hoffman: Two cops were shot with this gun.

Father Joe Skarn: You did that?

Abel Hoffman: Same as. I was there.

Father Joe Skarn: No, it's not the same. Not if you didn't pull the trigger.

Abel Hoffman: It is to the law.

Father Joe Skarn: Not God's law.

Abel Hoffman: I don't know nothin' about God's law, Scarne. But I do know what cops do to guys they think killed cops.

Maddie Fitzpatrick: London, think. The show is in New York, which is over an hour away, even by private jet.

London: Ah, you forget the time change.

Maddie Fitzpatrick: There's no time difference between Boston and New York.

London: Really? No wonder I'm always late.

Dean Winchester: That better be you Sam and not that freak of nature!

Sam Winchester: Yeah, it's me. He went to Becca's, looking like you.

Dean Winchester: Well, he's not stupid. He picked the handsome one!

Cody Martin: Who came up with those rules?

Bob: Nine Finger Nick

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: [Examining a logo on a piece of evidence] Whaddaya call it?

Inspector Steve Keller: It's a unicorn.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Unicorn, that's it. What do you know about unicorns, buddy-boy?

Inspector Steve Keller: Unicorn. Singular. Not more than one. Used a lot in ancient myths. There's only one way to catch it.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: How's that?

Inspector Steve Keller: Well, it lays its head in the lap of a virgin.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Well, now, you would know that. Information like that's gonna get you right to the top, buddy-boy!

London: This is just like prison! But the outfits are worse!

Dean Winchester: [Shape-Shifter Dean] Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!

London: [puts hand up as if she is about to talk] . "London's talking."

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: I can understand why he'd want to quit sales, though. Driving all over town. Knocking on doors. Lousy hours. Taking lip from people who don't wanna be bothered.

Inspector Steve Keller: Sounds kind of familiar.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: I thought you'd see it.

Dean Winchester: Argh, the thought of him driving my car.

Sam Winchester: Oh come on.

Dean Winchester: It's killing me!

Sam Winchester: Let it go.

Carey: Zack?

Zack Martin: Mom!

Mr. Babalabaloo: Prince Sanjei!

Prince Sanjei: Mr. Babalabaloo!

Delilah: Carey?

Carey: Delilah?

Mr. Moseby: You two know each other?

Carey: From my book club.

Delilah: So, these are your twins.

Carey: Unfortunately, yes.

Tim Duran: [Interrogating the sniper] Okay, so I shot her. What does that have to do with you? She didn't lie to you. She lied to me.

Inspector Steve Keller: So you killed her?

Tim Duran: If I had enough ammo, I would've stayed up here forever. Forever!

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Forever's just about where you're headed for, son.

Tim Duran: No way, baby, no way. Two years in a head farm, eating public chow, and I'm back in circulation. You watch.

Dean Winchester: I really wish things could be different, you know, I wish you could just be... Joe College.

Sam Winchester: Nah, it's okay. You know, truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in.

Dean Winchester: Well, that's 'cause you're a freak.

Sam Winchester: [laughs] Yeah, thanks.

Dean Winchester: Well I'm a freak, too. I'm right there with you, all the way.

Mr. Moseby: Oh, Pish Posh you people were peeping!

London: Yeh M-A-T-E-E.

Nurse Supervisor: [Discussing the murdered Glenda Elliott with her former supervisor] Glenda Elliott? Let me put it this way, Mr. Keller. The first thing a girl like that does when she hits the hall is get a roster of the doctors. And she goes down it one by one in alphabetical order. When she comes to the interns, she moves on.

Inspector Steve Keller: Well, what's wrong with interns?

Nurse Supervisor: They're poor, Mr. Keller. They are the church mice of medicine. Is that what you wanted to know?

Inspector Steve Keller: Yes, ma'am.

Dean Winchester: I think we're getting closer to its lair.

Sam Winchester: How can you tell?

Dean Winchester: Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face.

[Sam looks over, sees the blob, and gags]

Sister Dominick: Ms. Tipton, you have a comment?

London: Yes. You know, about that assignment thingy?

Sister Dominick: Yes?

London: It doesn't work for me.

Sister Dominick: Oh. Do you have other plans?

London: As a matter of fact, I do.

Sister Dominick: Well, what works for you?

London: [to Maddie] Look how reasonable she is. I don't know why you keep saying these nuns are so mean.

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Sister, I never said that. I said how much you... mean to me.

London: That's not what you said.

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Shut up!

Sister Dominick: We don't say shut up.

London: Somebody just did.

Zack Martin: [tells Sanjei and cody] This is a sure-fire plan!

Cody Martin: [turns to Sanjei] That's what he says right before we get grounded.

Rex Riley: [Discussing the murdered Stephanie Brown] Maybe she was rotten to the core. Who cared?

Inspector Steve Keller: Well, what was rotten about her?

Rex Riley: She was a taker. A real taker.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: What's a taker?

Rex Riley: Oh, you know, somebody who leads you on and tries to get something out of you. Money, a car, anything. That's it. They just take it and it's "Goodbye, Charlie."

Sam Winchester: All right come on. We don't have much time. Soon as the flame's out, they'll be back.

Dean Winchester: Sam wait, wait! Sam, wait. Dad, you can't come with us.

Sam Winchester: What? What're you talkin' about?

John Winchester: You boys, you're beat to hell.

Dean Winchester: We'll be all right.

Sam Winchester: Dean! We should stick together! We'll go after this demon t...

Dean Winchester: Sam, listen to me! We almost got Dad killed in there. Don't you understand, they're not gonna stop. They're gonna try again, they're gonna use us to get to him! I mean Meg was right! Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He... he's stronger without us around.

Sam Winchester: [to John] Dad. No. After everything. After all the time we spent lookin' for you, please. I gotta be a part of this fight.

John Winchester: This fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now you gotta trust me, son. Okay? You gotta let me go.

[pause; Sam reluctantly nods]

John Winchester: Be careful, boys.

London: Shamen ona yugen

[making the shame sign with er fingers]

Maddie Fitzpatrick: You're a painen in my flugen!

[walking away agrily]

Alien #1: Boy humans are ugly!

London Tipton: Who you callin' ugly mr. Avacado-head?

Maddie Fitzpatrick: mmhhmmm

[does the whole click,click thing while moving her head from side to side]

Nick Carl: You know why I came back, Johnny? Because you asked. I didn't even think about it. Otherwise I wouldn't have come back. I don't like remembering what I used to be. All those years, and all that time, I remembered I have one friend. One guy I figured I owed. No questions. Do it, whatever it was. So I came back for one more job.

[the Devas attack; Sam rummages through their weapons]

Sam Winchester: Shut your eyes! These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!

[he lights a white phosphorus grenade; the Devas vanish]

Bob: Hey guys, we've got to get to the park. The ice cream is striking in the tree and ice creams are everywhere.

Zack Martin: Who cares? I hit the wall and it's raining girls in there.

Cody Martin: We run driving the mystery that is woman.

Bob: So you're peeping.

Cody Martin: For science.

Bob: I love science. That's my favorite subject.

Tim Murphy: I'm sorry, Nick. I'm sorry.

Nick Carl: Tim Murphy sorry? Yeah, I guess maybe you are sorry. We're all sorry. You, me, Johnny. We were born sorry. And I guess we'll die the same way.

Dean Winchester: Dad it was a trap. I didn't know, I'm sorry.

John Winchester: It's all right. I thought it might've been.

Dean Winchester: Were you there?

John Winchester: Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan-dive. She *was* the bad guy, right?

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: Yes sir.

John Winchester: Good. Well, doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before.

Sam Winchester: The demon has?

John Winchester: It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell. Actually kill it.

Dean Winchester: How?

John Winchester: I'm workin' on that.

Esteban: No one assaults a woman by Esteban Julio Ricardo Mon...

Maddie: No, we don't have enough time for your whole name!

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: [Entering a seedy bar] Two coffees, Tim!

Tim Murphy: Coffee, huh? Gotta be A.A. or Mike Stone.

[Dean and Sam see someone standing in shadow at their window]

Dean Winchester: Hey!

[the figure turns around and comes into the light]

Dean Winchester: Dad...

John Winchester: [smiling] Hey, boys.

Inspector Steve Keller: [Stunned upon entering the junk-stuffed Edgerton home] I don't believe it. I really don't believe it. Rudolph said the old man collected trash. Looks like he imported the whole city dump.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: I don't know, buddy-boy. There is junk... and there is junk.

Inspector Steve Keller: [Chuckling] Yeah, but this is bananas time. I mean, this old guy is totally out of his tree.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Yeah, my guess is when his brother wouldn't go out into the world, Harlan brought the world in to him.

[Dean and Sam are tied up]

Sam Winchester: [to Meg] This, the whole thing was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearing what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it?

[Meg grins]

Sam Winchester: And that the victims were from Lawrence?

Meg: Doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all.

Sam Winchester: You killed those two people for nothing.

Meg: Baby I've killed a lot more for a lot less.

Soccer Player #1: You know what I really like? When a boy strokes my hair

Soccer Player #2: Yeah, and I really love a foot rub.

Bob: Whoa, this is getting good!

Cody Martin: Is somebody writing this stuff down?

Zack Martin: [Has spent a few seconds writing on wall above the peephole he is using] Got it.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Our u-turns are fringe benefits; his are illegal.

Dean Winchester: So hot little Meg is summoning the Deva.

Sam Winchester: Looks like she was usin' that black altar to control the thing.

Dean Winchester: So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl.

[he laughs, Sam rolls his eyes]

Dean Winchester: Now what's the deal with that bowl again?

Sam Winchester: She was talking into it, the way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails, she was communicating with someone.

Dean Winchester: With who, with the Deva?

Sam Winchester: No, you said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's givin' her orders. Someone, who's comin' to that warehouse.

[pause, Dean goes and looks in a folder]

Dean Winchester: Holy crap.

Sam Winchester: What?

Dean Winchester: What I was gonna tell you earlier. I uh, I pulled a favor with my uh, friend, Amy, over at the police department? The complete records of the two victims. We missed somethin' the first time.

Sam Winchester: What?

Dean Winchester: The uh, first victim, the old man? Spent his whole life in Chicago but he wasn't born here, look where he was born.

Sam Winchester: [reading] Lawrence Kansas.

Dean Winchester: [changing folders] Mm-hm. Meredith, second victim? Turns out she was adopted. Guess where she's from?

[Sam reads the file; it says Lawrence Kansas]

Sam Winchester: Holy crap.

London: Casafrugen, Boston?

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Ishelsnikker yummy, yummy!

[rubbing her stomach]

London: Lots of cute boys!

[the group of nuns gasp in astonishment]

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: [Walking to the car after questioning the Rudolphs] Those kids were playin' there, all right. The way that joker made it sound, no kid would wanna miss what was going on there.

Inspector Steve Keller: I wonder how much that Billy really knows.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Well, he knows enough not to tell the old man the truth. Hey, what a way to raise kids, huh? Spook stories and spankings.

Dean Winchester: Anyway here's the thing, these Devas, they need to be summoned. Conjured.

Sam Winchester: So someone's controlling it.

Dean Winchester: Yeah, that's what I'm sayin'. And uh, from what I gather it's pretty risky business too, I mean these uh, these suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds 'em. And the uh, the arms, and the torsos...

Sam Winchester: So what do they look like?

Dean Winchester: Well nobody knows, I mean nobody's seen 'em for a couple of millenia. And summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. Think we got a major player in town.

London: Listen, Sister Dominick, it wasn't Maddie's fault. I was the one who escape from detention and make us put on the ugly dresses that you wear.

[Sister Dominick give London a mad look]

London: No offense! Maddie did her best to get me back inside so I wouldn't get any more trouble. So, don't blame her, blame me.

Inspector Steve Keller: [to the hysterical mother of a missing child] You have a family doctor?

Mrs. Dunham: Why?

Inspector Steve Keller: He could prescribe something for you to relax.

Mrs. Dunham: I don't want a doctor - I want my boy!

Sam Winchester: [on cell] What about the symbol, any luck?

Dean Winchester: Yeah, that I did have some luck with, it's uh, turns out it's Zoroastrian. Very very old-school, like two thousand years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Deva.

Sam Winchester: What's a Deva?

Dean Winchester: Translates to demon of darkness. Zoroastrian demons, and they're savage, they're animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes, kinda like uh, demonic pit bulls.

Sam Winchester: How'd you figure that out?

Dean Winchester: Gimme some credit man. You don't have the corner on paper chasin' around here.

Sam Winchester: Oh yeah? Name the last book you read.


Dean Winchester: Yeah, I called Dad's friend Caleb, he told me, all right?

Carey Martin: You're gonna write those girls an apology and an essay on why peeping is wrong. 500 words each.

Zack Martin: 500 words? Couldn't you just ground us?

Carey Martin: 1,000.

Zack Martin: 1,000?

Carey Martin: 2,000. You wanna go for 3?

Cody Martin: Quit while we're behind. You don't even know 3,000 words.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: [Stone looks at the book Keller presented him as a gift] Poems? Poetry?

Inspector Steve Keller: It's Ezra Pound. Remember Williams talking about him at the school?

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Yeah, I remember. He talked to his class about him, yeah.

Inspector Steve Keller: That's right. That's for you.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: [Reading a random page] Oh, now wait a minute. I can't read this.

Inspector Steve Keller: Why not?

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Listen: "Raineth drop and staineth slop." Oh, come on now.

Inspector Steve Keller: Wait a minute, what?

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Yeah. "Raineth drop and staineth slop. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us." Now come on. Isn't poetry supposed to be clear and to the point?

Inspector Steve Keller: That's right.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Well, I've got something clear and to the point for you, young fella.

Inspector Steve Keller: [Watching as Stone pulls a card from his pocket] What is this?

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Sit quietly. "You have a right to remain silent." Is that clear?

Inspector Steve Keller: That's clear.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: "Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law." Is that to the point?

Inspector Steve Keller: That's to the point.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: All right, then get going!

Dean Winchester: [about the murdered girl] Meredith's heart was missing.

Sam Winchester: Her heart?

Dean Winchester: Yeah, her heart.

Sam Winchester: So what do you think did it to her?

Dean Winchester: The landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was. Werewolf?

Sam Winchester: No, not a werewolf, the lunar cycle's not right. Plus if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace. It's probably a spirit.

[Dean notices the pattern of blood on the floor]

Dean Winchester: See if you can find any masking tape around.

[Dean uses the masking tape to connect the blood spatters]

Sam Winchester: Ever see that symbol before?

Dean Winchester: Never.

Sam Winchester: Me neither.

London: [to Maddie] Thanks to you, Mary Margaret and I can't go to the fashion show. I hate you!

Mary-Margaret: You were gonna take me?

London: Yeah.

Mary-Margaret: [to Maddie] I hate you, too!

Jeff Williams: [Lecturing in his poetry class] What a man is or does in private becomes a part of his public image. Good or bad, it's on the record. And whether that's good or bad, I leave you to think about.

[Dean and Sam are dressed as alarm company technicians]

Dean Winchester: You know I gotta say, Dad and me did just fine without these *stupid* costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork. What was that play that you did, that, what was it, uh, Our Town. Yeah, you were good. It was cute.

Sam Winchester: Look, you wanna pull this off or not?

Dean Winchester: I'm just sayin' these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?

Sam Winchester: Whose?

Dean Winchester: Ours! You think credit card fraud's easy?

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Hey, guys, I'd like you to meet...

Corrie: London Tipton! I can't believe London Tipton's in our cafeteria!

London: Me neither.

Corrie: I just met London Tipton!

Mary-Margaret: I met her months ago. Believe me, the thrill wears off.

London: Oh, well, then I guess I'm not inviting you to the Bandini Fashion Show today.

Mary-Margaret: The thrill is back! Wanna be best friends?

[London nods]

London: [gasps] I made a friend at prison!

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: I don't want the coroner to give me that bullet. I want it from him right now, so come along, we're going to the hospital.

Jeff Williams: I don't think so, Lieutenant. You don't have that authority. You're a policeman; I shouldn't have to tell you the law.

Inspector Steve Keller: The law?

Jeff Williams: Mm-hmm. I did some checking, and it seems among the other personal guarantees in this country is the guarantee that our bodies are inviolate. Not even the Supreme Court can force a man to submit to a surgical operation. That's the law, gentlemen. And I'm sure that, as officers sworn to uphold it, you won't do anything to make me break it.

Meg: Oh and I met what's his name, something Michael Murray at a bar.

Sam Winchester: [after a beat] Who?

Meg: It doesn't matter.

Reid Bradshaw: [Riled in response to Stone's aggressive questioning] You really like your job, don't you, Lieutenant? Gun on the hip, instant authority. Come to a place like this, collar the head man, roust him a little, give him the third degree. Pretty heady stuff, isn't it?

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Look, Mr. Bradshaw...

Reid Bradshaw: No, you look! Take a look at all this. I laid everything I had on the line to build it from a bankrupt corporation to a big money company while you hid behind the city payroll. The authority I got, I earned. And I'm not about to stand here and listen to loaded questions from somebody who's pulling his clout from my taxes.

Landlady: You guys said you're with the alarm company?

Dean Winchester: That's right.

Landlady: Well no offense, but, your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man.

Maddie Fitzpatrick: But I've never gotten detention in my entire life!

London: Neither have I!

Maddie Fitzpatrick: That's because you never go to school!

London: And now you know why.

Ralph Bowen, U.S. Senator: Will you accept some advice, Mr. Keller?

Inspector Steve Keller: Sure.

Ralph Bowen, U.S. Senator: Let Fred Marshall rest in peace.

Inspector Steve Keller: That's exactly the same advice I got from Marshall's assistant.

Ralph Bowen, U.S. Senator: And with good reasons.

Inspector Steve Keller: I'd like to know them.

Ralph Bowen, U.S. Senator: Oh, come now. You've seen them all your life. The people love a good smear campaign. They delight in having someone's name dragged through the mud.

Inspector Steve Keller: And that's the same public that's elected you to Washington all these years, isn't it, Senator? Just seems strange that you above all people wouldn't respect their ability to tell the difference between a lie and the truth.

Sam Winchester: Why're you doin' this Meg? What kinda deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?

Meg: I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do. Loyalty. Love. Like the love you had for mommy, and Jess.

Sam Winchester: Go to hell.

Meg: Baby I'm already there.

Inspector Steve Keller: You pick up one more piece of paper and you're gonna be arrested for obstruction of justice.

Boyd Caldwell: You have no right to intimidate...

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: You wanna hear all about rights? He'll read 'em to ya.

Dean Winchester: You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time. Why don't you kill us already?

Meg: Not very quick on the uptake, are we? This trap isn't for you.

Sam Winchester: Dad. It's a trap for Dad.

Dean Winchester: Oh, sweetheart. You're dumber 'n you look. 'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into somethin' like this, he's too good.

London: This is where you eat? Where are the tablecloths, the candles, the string quartet?

Maddie Fitzpatrick: You had a string quartet at your school?

London: For breakfast. At lunch, it was the Philharmonic.

Inspector Steve Keller: [Upon being awoken at dawn by Stone] Hours like this I might as well have gone to med school.

Detective Lt. Mike Stone: Med school, huh? Going's one thing, gettin' through's another.

Sam Winchester: I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?

Dean Winchester: It's never gonna *be* over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt.

Sam Winchester: But there's gotta be somethin' that you want for yourself...

Dean Winchester: Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam.

[turns his back to Sam]

Sam Winchester: Dude, what's your problem?

[pause; Dean turns back to Sam]

Dean Winchester: Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?

Sam Winchester: 'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom.

Dean Winchester: Yes, that, but it's more than that, man. You and me and Dad, I mean, I want us to... I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again.

Sam Winchester: [gently] Dean, we *are* a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before.

[Dean looks heartbroken]

Dean Winchester: Could be.

Sam Winchester: I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way.

[they share a look]

Arwin: All right, guys, in order to properly re-plaster this wall, ironically, we must first make this hole slightly bigger.

Zack Martin: All right!

[hits the wall with hammer]

Arwin: Not that big! We're going to need more plaster. Luckily, Mother got me some for Christmas.

Cody Martin: What'd she get you for your birthday, grout?


Arwin: No, spackle.

Mary Rae Dortmunder: [a quotation from "The Little Prince" written on her classroom's blackboard] And the little prince replied, it is so good to have a friend, even if one was about to die. I, for instance, am very glad to have had a fox as a friend.

Sam Winchester: [on cell] Hey.

Dean Winchester: Let me guess, you're lurking outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?

Sam Winchester: No.


Sam Winchester: Yes...

Dean Winchester: You got a funny way of showing your affection.

London: Oh, table for two. Something with a view, please.

Sister Dominick: Certainly. Why don't you sit at table one It has a lovely view of table two.

London: Oh, I understand.

[winks at Maddie; gives Sister Dominick some money]

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Sorry, Sister. Please excuse my friend. She's new here and doesn't get it.

Sister Dominick: Well, I'm making it your responsibility to make sure she does get it. Got it?

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Got it!

[to London]

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Got it?

London: Got it! What'd I get?

Dean Winchester: Hey Sam? Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets of crazy, huh?

Tim: Carey!

Carey: Tim!

Tim: Carey.

Carey: Tim.

Tim, Carey: [kissing cheeks] Mwah. Mwah.


Tim, Carey: You look... ugh

[taking lowering singlasses]

Tim, Carey: incredible.

Carey: I like your hair. Did you buy it or lease it?

Tim: It was a gift.

[touching hair]

Tim: Funny seeing you here.

Carey: I work here.

Tim: Good for you. There's no shame in being a maid.

[wagging finger]

Carey: Actually, I'm a headliner at this hotel. They've given a suite for me and my boys.

Tim: I heard you had kids. Don't worry, you'll get your figure back.

Mary Rae Dortmunder: There's a story by Ernest Hemingway...

Art Styles: Stories. What's this with stories? Does nothing real ever happen to you?

Mary Rae Dortmunder: It's called "The Killers." It's about a man named Swede. He's being chased by killers. He's running... the way you're running from the police.

Dean Winchester: Hey Sam? Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend? Is a bitch.

Mary-Margaret: You're supposed to be in detention!

Maddie Fitzpatrick: I think I'm going to a much worst place

Mary-Margaret: I'll pray for you

[a mall security guard arrests Zack and Prince Sanjei for stealing clothes]

Prince Sanjei: You are the one who's being in trouble.


Prince Sanjei: I banish you.

Delilah: And yet, I'm still here.

Mary Rae Dortmunder: Saint-Exupery wasn't only a children's writer; he was a pilot, and an adventurer, and a romantic. "The Little Prince" is about humanity... and love.

Art Styles: Mary Rae, where do you live?

Mary Rae Dortmunder: I'm not sure I follow.

Art Styles: I mean, you're talkin' about Byron - Lord Byron - and those sisters.

Mary Rae Dortmunder: The Brontes.

Art Styles: All that fairyland thing. I mean, you live out here somewhere, where the wallpaper never warps, the toilets don't back up.

Mary Rae Dortmunder: Well, I just talk about what I believe, I guess.

Art Styles: Do you really know any people like you talk about? I mean here and now, on this planet, in this city.

Mary Rae Dortmunder: There are people who think the way I do.

Art Styles: Who? Teachers?

Meg: Guys. Hiding is a little bit childish, don't you think?

Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Well that didn't work out like I'd planned.

London: Look, sis, um, can I get that assignment thingy to you another day?

Sister Dominick: Sure, Lon. Any day in particular you had in mind?

London: [checks her electronic organizer] Friday won't work because I have yoga, and already on Monday. Can I have my people get back to your people?

Sister Dominick: [points up] My people are hard to reach. It's a long distance call.

Maddie Fitzpatrick: [Zack steps out of elevator] Playing elevator football again?

Zack Martin: Yeah, you can be the cheerleader.

[Cody's elevator opens]

Zack Martin: Hut, hike!

[tackles Cody]

Maddie Fitzpatrick: [Mr. Moseby walks up from behind] 3,5,7,9, Moseby's gonna kick your behind!

Sam Winchester: What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school, just... be a *person* again.

Dean Winchester: [surprised] You wanna go back to school?

Sam Winchester: Yeah. Once we're done huntin' the thing.

Dean Winchester: Huh.

Sam Winchester: Why, is there somethin' wrong with that?

Dean Winchester: [unenthusiastic] No, no it's uh, it's great, good for you.

Brianna's Mom: You know Marrianne, these rose-colored candies are horrible.

[taking soap out of her mouth]

Mr. Moseby: That's soap madame.

Brianna's Mom: Well, then they're pretty dang good.

[popping the soap back in her mouth]

[Mary and Joseph, two new guests at the Tipton, are about to have a baby]

Cody Martin: Isn't this weird? Mary and Joseph are traveling together...

Zack Martin: On Christmas Eve...

Maddie: And there's no room for them in the inn...

Arwin: And a child is born.

Esteban: What a coincidence!

London: I don't get it.

Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester: Dude, I gotta talk to you.

Zack Martin: Hey, why don't you make cookies for me when I get a C?

Carey Martin: There's not enough dough in the world.

Sam Winchester: [about Meg] Look, I could be wrong; I'm just sayin', that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on.

Dean Winchester: But I bet you'd like to. Maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you got a thing for her, huh? Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Say, creme brulee?

London Tipton: [imitating Maddie] Creme brulee.

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Just order it to room service.

[handing London the phone]

Dean Winchester: Ahem!

Meg: Dude, cover your mouth.

London: [to Maddie] What are you doing?

Maddie Fitzpatrick: Homework.

London: There was school today? I thought it was a long weekend.

Maddie Fitzpatrick: It's Wednesday.

London: Oh, so it's almost the weekend again. Well, no point in going now.

Carey Martin: Well, the best part is I've got this clock and this wonderful wheelbarrow.

Cody Martin: It's a birdhouse!

Carey Martin: That's what I said.

Dean Winchester: [On the phone] Now why don't you give that girl a private stripper-gram.

Sam Winchester: Bite me.

Dean Winchester: Bite her! Don't leave teeth marks though, just enough to...

[Sam disconnects phone]

Dean Winchester: Sam? Ye...

[hangs up]

Perry White: Good timing, Lois. I wanted you to be the first to know, I'm hiring a new guy on the city desk.

Lois Lane: Is he cute?

Perry White: Uh... you tell me.

[Lois spins around and sees Clark standing there]

Lois Lane: Oh... hi.

Dean Winchester: Why don't you knock on her door and invite her to a poetry reading or whatever it is you do.

Cop: The patrol's reporting in. Jor-El's escaped the perimeter. They're requesting further instructions.

Brainiac: It doesn't matter anymore. Farewell, Krypton.

Dean Winchester: [about Meg] Who the hell was she?

Sam Winchester: I don't really know. I only met her once. Meetin' up with her again... I dunno man, it's weird.

Dean Winchester: And what was she sayin'? Huh, I treat you like luggage? What were you, bitchin' about me to some chick?

Sam Winchester: Look I'm sorry Dean, it was when we had that huge fight, when I was at that bus stop in Indiana. But that's not important, just listen...

Dean Winchester: [interrupting, upset] Well is there any truth to what she's sayin', I mean am I keepin' you against your will, Sam?

Sam Winchester: No, of course not, now would you *listen*?

Dean Winchester: What?

Sam Winchester: I think there's something strange going on here, Dean.

Dean Winchester: Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me.

Sam Winchester: No, man, I mean like *our* kind of strange.

Brainiac: Good afternoon, Jor-El.

Jor-El: Brainiac. What an unpleasant surprise.

Brainiac: I'm awaiting your data.

Jor-El: Have you been spying on me with your satellites again?

Brainiac: The Planetary Council demands that I analyze your data as soon as you obtain it.

Jor-El: You know, Brainiac, somewhere in all those trillions of files clusters there's got to be one that says "people don't like to be spied upon."

Brainiac: Then why would they create me?

Jor-El: [sotto] A question I often ask myself.