|EPISODE 315: TIME IS ON MY SIDE
|Demon: I'm telling the truth!
Dean: Oh, you are? Then let me make it up to you. (douses him in holy water)
Dean: Now I'm gonna ask you one more time: Who holds my contract?!
Demon: Your mother. Yeah, she showed it to me, right before I bent her over.
|Sam: Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?
Dean: "Stripper suffocates dude with thighs"?
|Doctor: Can I see your badges?
Sam: Of course. Sure.
(both show badges)
Doctor: Fine. So, you're cops and morons.
Dean: Excuse me? (stammering) No, no. We're, we're very smart.
|Dean: Speaking of, what do you care about zombies?
Sam: What do you mean?
Dean: Well, you've been on soul-saving detail for months now. And we're three weeks out and all of a sudden, you're interested in some hot zombie action?
Sam: Hey, man, you're the one who's been all gung ho to hunt. I just thought I'd be doing you a favor.
Dean: Hey, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't say I didn't want to do it, okay. I mean, obviously, I want to hunt some zombies.
Sam: Okay, fine, whatever.
|Doctor: Didn't you read my report?
Dean: Of course we did. Oh, it was riveting, a real page-turner. Just delightful.
Doctor: You done?
Dean: I think so.
Doctor: Please, go away.
|Dean: Zombies do like the other other white meat.|
|Sam: I talked to Mr. Beetle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk.
Dean: That's weird?
Sam: Yeah, nowadays it is, but silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th-century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections, the death rate was insane.
Dean: Good times.
Sam: Right. So, doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep the infections from spreading. One way was maggots.
Dean: Dude, I'm eating.
Sam: It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat the bad tissue and they leave good tissue. And get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots.
Dean: Dude, I'm eating!
|Sam: According to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes a dense forest, with access to a river or stream, or some kind of fresh water.
Sam: Because that's where he likes to dump the bile, the intestines, and the fecal matter. Lost your appetite yet?
(Dean stops chewing and looks at burger)
Dean: Oh baby, I can't stay mad at you. (resumes eating)
|Sam: Dean, there's no way she still has the Colt. That was months ago, she probably sold it the second she got it.
Dean: Well, then I'll kill her. Win-win.
|Dean: Well ain't you a bucket of sunshine!|
|Rufus: There are things that you don't know about her.
Dean: Oh and you do? Right, because you know things.
Dean: And let me guess, you lift her fingerprint?
Dean: And that got you jack.
Rufus: Yep. She burned them off. Probably years ago.
Dean: Yeah, so you're right where we are.
Rufus: Nope. You do her ear?
Rufus: You do her ear?
Dean: Hey man I'll try anything once, but I don't know, that sounds uncomfortable.
|Dean: You make me sick.
|Dean: Oh, hiya, doc. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bac-y.|
|Dean: Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact you may not know: I felt you hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt.
Bela: You don't understand.
Dean: Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. Y'see, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door, an herb. Devil's Shoestring. Well, there's only one use for that.
Dean: Holding Hellhounds at bay. So you know what I did? I went back and took another look at your folks obit, turns out they died ten years ago today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn't you, Bela. And it's come due.
Dean: I'll see you in Hell.
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