|EPISODE 303: BAD DAY AT BLACK ROCK
|(Bela flirts with Sam)
Dean: Dude, if you are ever gonna get lucky...
Sam: Shut up.
|(Dean shows Sam a sheaf of lottery scratcher tickets)
Sam: Dean, c'mon.
Dean: What? Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head. My gun don't jam, so that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. (holds a scratcher out to Sam) Here, scratch one. C'mon, Sam. Scratch and win!
Sam: (scratching) Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise, Dad wouldn't have locked it up.
(Dean grabs the ticket and checks it out)
Dean: $1,200. You just won $1,200. Ha ha! Whooo! I dunno, man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me. (whips out another ticket for Sam to scratch)
|(Dean is telling Bobby on the phone that Sam lost the rabbit's foot)
Dean: Bobby listen listen... this, ehh... hot chick stole it from him. I'm serious... in her mid 20s... she was sharp you know good enough with the con to play us... and she only gave the guys she hired a name probably an alias something.... Luigi or something.
(Dean looks at Sam with a confused look)
Bobby: Lugosi??... Lugo.... oh crap.. it's probably Bela.
Dean: Bela Lugosi?? (sarcastically) Oh that's cute.
Dean: Hey, back off, jinx. I’m bringing home the bacon.
|Dean: Anyhoo, this has been charming, but uh, look at the time. Oh and this... (pulls out rabbit's foot) ...looks like you're not the only one with sticky fingers. If it's any consolation, I think you're a truly awful person. (Bela shoots at Dean) See you.|
|Dean: So, you know the truth, about what's really going on out there, and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief?
Bela: I procure unique items for a select clientèle.
Dean: Yeah, a thief.
Bela: No, a great thief.
|Dean: Oh, wow! It’s my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade.|
|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?
|Dean: What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t just go around shooting people like that!
Bela: Relax, it’s a shoulder hit. I can aim. Besides, who here hasn’t shot a few people?
|Bela: (after burning the foot) Thanks very much. I'm out of one and a half million and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer.
Dean: Wow, I really don't feel bad about that. Sam?
Sam: Nope, not even a little.
|Dean: But you see, there's something about me that you don't know...
Kubrick: Yeah, what would that be?
Dean: It's my lucky day.
|Bela: You can have the foot... for 1.5 million.
Dean: Nice. I'll just call my banker.
|Bela: We're all going to Hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride|
|(Dean leads Sam into a hotel room)
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!
(Dean leaves; Sam scratches his nose very carefully)
|Dean: You're not gonna shoot anybody. See, I happen to be able to read people. And sure you're a thief, fine, but you're not gonna... (Bela shoots Sam)|
|Dean: (to Sam) She knows what your weakness is. It's me!|
|Kubrick: You were right about everything. Sam Winchester is more than a monster. He's the Adversary.
Gordon: And what happened to convince you?
Kubrick: God led me to him. And His will is clear.
Gordon: Okay. Glad to have you on board, Kubrick. But first things first. We got to get me the hell out of here. Because, like I told you before, Sam Winchester must die
|Bobby: (to Dean) Watch out for your brother, you idjit.
(Dean quits the call, looks at Sam to see him standing a little way over, looking miserably)
Sam: I lost my shoe.
|Kubrick: (to his companion) It's God. He sent us here to do this. It's destiny. (points gun at Sam, tied up in chair)
Dean: Nope. No destiny. Just a rabbit's foot.
|Kubrick: I used to think Gordon sent me.
Sam: (tied up in the chair) Gordon? Oh, come on!
Kubrick: He wanted me to put a bullet through your head.
Sam: Yeah. Sounds like him.
Kubrick: But I'm on a mission from God. (slaps Sam)
|Kubrick: Don't play with my Jesus.|
|Dean: (after knocking out the robbers) That was a lucky break. (gesturing to object in Sam's hand) Is that a rabbit's foot?
Sam: I think it is.
|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: Oh, don't go away angry. Just go away.|
|Dean: I'm Batman.
Sam: (sarcastically) Yeah, you're Batman.
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