|Dean: You know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and that they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
Sam: Wait. there's no such thing as unicorns?
Dean: That's cute.
|(Sam enters the motel room, while Dean is sitting on the bed listening to the police radio)
Dean: Did you bring quarters?
Sam: Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit. You're like one of those sick lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies.
Dean: What are you talkin' about, I eat!
|Dean: Well, I learned a valuable lesson. Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Years, or you might get filleted by hooker from God. HA!|
|Sam: So, no disturbances lately?
Gloria: You mean am I stark raving cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs?
|Dean: There's no higher power, there's no God. There's just chaos and violence, random unpredictable evil, that comes outta nowhere, rips you to shreds.|
|Sam: She's living in a locked ward, and she's totally at peace.
Dean: Oh yeah, you're right. Sounds completely sane.
|Sam: And this angel…
Gloria: Spoke God’s word.
Sam: And the word was… to kill someone?
|Sam: Dean, I saw an angel! (Dean offers him flask) I don’t want a drink.|
|Sam: It appeared before me and I just... this feeling washed over me. Like peace. Like grace.
Dean: Okay, ecstasy boy. Maybe we’ll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat.
|Father Reynolds: What are you doing? What is this?
Sam: Father, please, I can explain. Um... actually, maybe I can’t. Um, this is, uh, a séance.
Father Reynolds: A séance? Young man, you are in a house of God!
Sam: It’s based on early Christian rites, if that helps any.
|Sam: I don’t know, Dean, I just, uh, I wanted to believe so badly. It’s so damned hard to do this, what we do. All alone, you know. And…there’s so much evil out in the world, Dean, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up…
Dean: Yeah, well, don’t worry about that, all right? I’m watching out for you.
Sam: Yeah, I know you are. But you’re just one person, Dean. And I needed to think that there was something else watching too, you know? Some higher power, some greater good. And that maybe I…
Dean: Maybe what?
Sam: Maybe I could be saved.
|Dean: Man, you have got to try this because there really is magic in the magic fingers.
Sam: Dude. You're enjoying that way too much. It's kinda making me uncomfortable.
Dean: What am I supposed to do? You got me on lockdown here. I'm bored out of my skull.
Sam: Hey, you were the bank robber on the 11 o'clock news, not me.
|Sam: Dude, all right, I'll admit, we've gone pretty ghetto with spellwork before, but this takes the cake! I mean, a Spongebob placemat instead of an altar cloth?!
Dean: We'll just put it Spongebob-side down.
|Dean: If Father Gregory's spirit is around, the seance will bring him right to us. If it's him, we'll put him to rest.
Sam: What if it's an angel? It won't show, nothing will happen.
Dean: Exactly. It's one of the perks of the job, Sam, we don't have to operate on faith. We can know for sure. Don't you want to know for sure?
|Dean: What's next, you're going to start praying every day?
Sam: I do pray.
Sam: I do pray every day, I have for a while.
Dean: Things you learn about a guy.
|Sam: Dean, what did you see?
Dean: I don't know, maybe... God's will.
|Dean: I'll tell you who else had faith like that. Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me.
Sam: You never told me that.
Dean: What's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her.
|Dean: Let me guess, now you wait for some divine bat signal?|
|Sam: You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to the deepest foundation.
Dean: You think she literally meant the foundation?
|Father Reynolds: So, you're interested in joining parish?
Dean: Yeah, well you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday.
Father Reynolds: So where'd you say you lived before?
Dean: (interrupting) Freedmont, Texas.
Father Reynolds: Really? That's a nice town. St. Theresa's parish. You must know the priest there.
Dean: Sure, yeah... no, it's Father... O'Malley.
Father Reynolds: I know a Father Shaughnessy.
Dean: Shaughnessy. Exactly...what did I say?
|Sam: Why would you do that?
Gloria: Because it was God's will.
Sam: Did God talk to you?
Gloria: I get the sense God's a little busy for house calls.
|Dean: This is a demon or a spirit, you know they find people a few fries short of a happy meal and they trick them into killing these randoms.|
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