|EPISODE 417: IT'S A TERRIBLE LIFE
|Dean: You broke into their e-mail accounts?
Sam: I used some skills that I happen to have to satisfy my curiosity.
|Dean: Oh, so what? This was all some sort of a lesson? Is that what you're telling me? Wow. Very creative.
Zachariah: You should see my decoupage.
Dean: Gross... no thank you.
|Sam: Can I ask you a question?
Dean: Look, man, I told you, I'm not into the, uh...
Sam: Oh dude, come on, I'm not either. I just wanna ask you one question.
|Zachariah: Real place, real haunting. Just plunked you in the middle without the benefit of your memories.
Dean: Just to shake things up? So you guys can have fun watching us run around like assclowns in monkey suits!?
Zachariah: To prove to you that the path you're on is truly in your blood. You're a hunter. Not because your dad made you, not because God called you back from Hell, but because it is what you are and you love it, you'll find you to it in the dark every single time and you're miserable without it. Dean, let's be real here. You're good at this.
|Zachariah: You'll do everything you're destined to do, all of it. But I know, I know, you're not strong enough, you're scared, you got daddy issues, you can't do it, right?
Dean: Angel or not, I will stab you in your face.
|Zachariah: All I'm saying is, it's how you look at it. Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things, save people, maybe even the world. All the while you drive a classic car and fornicate with women. This isn't a curse, it's a gift. So for God's sakes, Dean, quit whining about it. Look around: there are plenty of fates worse than yours. So you with me? You want to go steam yourself another latte, or are you ready to stand up and be who you really are?|
|Dean: Should we go check this out?
Sam: Like... right now?
Dean: No. No, it's getting late. You're right.
Sam: I am dying to check this out right now.
|Dean: We do what I do best, Sammy. Research.
Sam: Okay. Did you just call me "Sammy"?
Dean: Did I?
Sam: I think you did. Yeah. Don't.
|Ed Zeddemore: You have to burn the remains. Okay, this next part gets a little gross. Sometimes you might have to dig up the body. Sorry.
Harry Spengler: It's illegal in some states.
Ed Zeddemore: All states.
Harry Spengler: Possibly all states
|Sam: I just can't shake this feeling like I... like I don't belong here. You know what I mean? Like I should do something more than sit in a cubicle.
Dean: I think most people who work in a cubicle feel that same way.
|Ed Zeddemore: First, salt. It's like acid to ghosts.
Harry Spengler: Burny acid.
Ed Zeddemore: Not LSD.
Harry Spengler: No. It's a bad trip for ghosts.
|Dean: How would we live? Come on, you got to be kidding me. How would we get by -- with stolen credit cards, huh? Eating diner food drenched in saturated fats? Sharing a crap motel room every night?
Sam: Those are details.
Dean: Details are everything! You don't want to go fighting ghosts without any health insurance.
|Dean: I'm gonna do a public service and, uh, let you know that -- that you over-share.|
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