|(Dean and Sam are forced to drive a Dodge Caravan while the Impala is still being repaired)
Dean: I feel like a freakin' soccer mom.
|Sam: So look, if you can help, we could use all the help we can get.
Ellen: Well we can't. But Ash will.
Sam: Who's Ash?
(A man in a red plaid jacket with a mullet sleeping on the pool table jolts awake)
Ash: What? Closin' time?
Sam: That's Ash?
Jo: Mmm hmm, He's a genius.
(Skips to a discussion at the bar with Ash, John's journal is presented to him)
Dean: Come on, this guy's no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie.
Ash: I like you.
|(Discussing John's research)
Ash: There's signs... Omens, if you can track 'em you can track this demon. You know like... crop failures, electrical storms... You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun.
Sam: Can you track it or not?
Ash: Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time... uh, gimmie... 51 hours.
|Dean: I know what you're thinking: why'd it have to be clowns?|
|(Dean and Sam are arguing over whose phobia is more pathetic)
Dean: Planes crash, Sam!
Sam: And apparently clowns kill!
|(Ash's hair gets put on topic)
Ash: All business up front... and party in the back!
|Dean: Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Cooper. Have you seen him around?
Amazing Papazian: What is that? Some kind of joke? (removes his glasses, showing he's blind)
Dean: Oh God, I'm sorry...
Amazing Papazian: You think I wouldn't give my eye teeth to see Mr. Cooper, or a sunset, or anything at all...?
Dean: (Aside, to Sam) You wanna give me a little help here?
Sam: Not really.
Midget Clown: Hey Barry, is there a problem?
Amazing Papazian: Yeah, this guy hates blind people.
Dean: No, no I don't...
Midget Clown: Hey buddy, what's your problem?
Dean: Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding.
Midget Clown: Little? You son of a b*tch...
Dean: No, no, no, I'm just... Can somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is? Please?
|Mr. Cooper: You two have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?
Dean: Nope. But we really need the work. So... and ah, Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady.
|(After Dean and Sam return to the roadhouse, Ash emerges from his room)
Ash: Where you guys been? Been waitin' for ya...
Sam: We were working a job, Ash. (Ash looks blankly at Sam) Clowns?
Ash: Clowns? What the f-
Dean: (interrupts) You got something for us Ash?
|(Ash has rigged a laptop to an alarm if any of The Demon's signs appear anywhere in the world)
Sam: Ash Where'd you learn to do all this?
Ash: MIT. Before I got bounced, for fighting.
Ash: It's a school in Boston.
|Sam: Before...before he... (He stops, unable to get the words out) Did he say anything to you? About anything?
Dean: (pause) No. Nothin'.
|Dean: I just think it’s really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It’s like, “Oh, what would Dad want me to do?” Sam, you spent your entire life sluggin’ it out with that man. I mean, hell, you picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him, and now that he’s dead, now you want to make it right? Well, I’m sorry, Sam, but you can’t. It’s too little, too late.
Sam: Why are you sayin' this to me?
Dean: Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this! I’m dealin’ with Dad’s death! Are you?
|Sam: You were right.
Dean: About what?
Sam: About me and Dad. I’m sorry that the last time I was with him, I tried to pick a fight. I’m sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know, he died thinkin’ that I hate him. So, you’re right. What I’m doin’ right now - it is too little. It’s too late. (pause) I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. (on the verge of tears) And I’m not all right. Not at all. (pause) But neither are you. That much I know. I’ll let you get back to work. (leaves)
|(Jo looks at Sam like he's not getting something, then Sam catches on and says)
Sam: oh, Yeah...erm...I've, I've gotta... erm.... I've gotta go... over there, right now... (Leaves)
|Dean: What’s the matter, you sound like you just saw a clown.
Sam: Very funny. Skeleton actually.
Dean: Like a real human skeleton?
Sam: In the funhouse.
|Sam: I'm not ok... and neither are you.|
|Sam: All right, Dean, it's just we've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once.
Dean: You know what, you're right. Come here, I want to lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, maybe even slow dance.
|Sam: Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're gonna wanna make dame sure it's him.
Dean: You're such a stickler for details, Sammy.
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