|Television that Sam is watching: (sultry voice) Next on the skin channel, Casa Erotica IV, a tale of two Latin beauties... (Dean enters and Sam quickly turns off the television)
Sam: (off-handedly) Hey. (Dean looks at the TV and back at Sam) ... What?
|Dean: I'm just not getting an 'angry spirit' vibe from Angela. I have been reading this though. (holds up a pink book)
Sam: You stole the girl's diary?
Dean: Yeah, Sam, and if anything, that girl is a little too nice.
Sam: So what do we do?
Dean: Keep digging, talk to more of her friends.
Sam: You get any names?
Dean: You kiddin' me? I have her bestest friend in the whole wide world.
|Dean: We can't just waste 'em with a headshot?
Sam: Dude, you've been watching way too many Romero flicks.
|Dean: You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke them?
Sam: No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much. I mean, there's at least a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them. Some say setting them on fire... uh, one said (flipping through John's journal) ... where is it? Right here. "Feeding their hearts to wild dogs." That's my personal favorite.
|Dean: Neil, it's your grief counselors. We've come to hug.|
|(Searching Neil's house and finding a heavily bolted door above the stairs to the zombie pen)
Dean: (jokingly) Well, this is where he keeps his porn...
|(upon finding the empty zombie pen)
Sam: You think Angela's going after somebody?
Dean: (knocking aside a grate to reveal a large hole in the wall leading outside) Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches.
Sam: Look, smartass, she might kill someone. We've got to find her, Dean.
Dean: Yeah. Alright, she, uh... She clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?
Dean: Well, it takes two to, you know... have hardcore sex.
|Dean: I've heard of some people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you...you take the cake.|
|(After pinning Angela back to her grave bed)
Dean: What's dead should stay dead.
|Sam: Where were you ?
Dean: Just working my imaginary case.
|Dean: Damn, that dead chick can run!|
|Sam: So, if Angela got her revenge on Matt, do you think it's over ?
Dean: Well there's one way to find out.
Sam: Yeah, what's that?
Dean: Burn the bones.
Sam: Burn the bones?!? Are you high?
(Dean puts up a look likes he's thinking about it)
Sam: Angela died last week.
Sam: So there's not gonna be bones, there's gonna be a ripe rotting body in the coffin.
Dean: Since when are you afraid to get a little dirty, huh?
|(Sam and Dean have finally dug the coffin up)
Dean: (points at coffin) Ladies first.
|Dean: We got a freaking zombie running around and we need to figure out a way to kill it.
(Sam looks off into space)
Sam: Our lives are weird man...
Dean: You're telling me?
|Sam: Silver bullets?
Dean: Yeah, enough to make her rattle like a change purse.
|Dean: (to Neil) You're girlfriend is past her expiration date, and we're crazy?|
|Sam: Did we have to use me as bait?
Dean: Well, yeah, I figured you were more her type, she had pretty crappy taste in guys.
|Sam: I think she broke my hand.
Dean: Yeah, you're just too fragile.
|(as they're burying Angela)
Sam: Rest in peace.
Dean: For good this time, OK?
|Dean: Sam, you and dad, you’re the most important people in my life. And now... I never should have come back Sam, it wasn't natural, and now look what's come of it. I was dead and I should've stayed dead. You wanted to know I was feeling, well that's it. So tell me, what could you possibly say to make that alright?|
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