Sam Winchester: You mean, you think they're all...
Dean Winchester: Virgins, Sam. Virgins.
Sam Winchester: Penny was 22.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, with a pink room.
Sam Winchester: So?
Dean Winchester: And stuffed teddy bears.
Sam Winchester: But, you really think...
Dean Winchester: [Holding up a finger, he reads softly from Penny's diary] I've decided. I'm going to give Stan my most precious gift.
Sam Winchester: Wow, that... sounded really creepy coming outta your mouth.
Dean Winchester: I think I delivered it.
Robert 'Bobby' Singer: [handing Dean a tumbler of whiskey] Like my daddy always said- Just cuz it'll wreck your liver doesn't mean it's not medicine.
Dean Winchester: Whaddya got?
Sam Winchester: Well, looks like those other two missing girls both baked cookies for the Lord.
Dean Winchester: What is that? Code?
Sam Winchester: No. Church choir, bake sales, uh, promise ring clubs. The works. They were good girls. But, Penny wasn't even a Christian, so I...
Dean Winchester: I've got another theory.
[He pulls a small book out of his jacket]
Dean Winchester: Penny's diary.
Sam Winchester: Did you steal that from her room?
Dean Winchester: [smiles at Sam, happy his soul is back] I love that you even ask me that.
Dean Winchester: As far as I'm concerned this is a gift horse, and I'm not going looking for teeth. I'm sending Death a damn fruit basket!
Sam Winchester: Ya know, it's comforting.
Dean Winchester: What's that?
Sam Winchester: I die for a year, came back - and you're *still* not funny.
Dean Winchester: Shut up! I'm hilarious.
Dean Winchester: [Sam is reading their Dad's journal] Dad never wrote anything about dragons. I promise. I'd remember if I read Neverending Story in there.
Sam Winchester: Who would want virgins?
Dean Winchester: You got me. I prefer ladies with experience.
[With a nod and a cheesy grin]
Sam Winchester: You know, I kinda feel like I got slipped the worst mickey of all time, and I woke up to find out that I had burnt the whole city down. And, you can say it wasn't me, but... I'm the one with the zippo in my pocket. Ya know? So, I'm not sure it's that cut and dry. And, okay, I appreciate you tryin' to protect me, I really do. But I gotta fix... what I gotta fix. So, I need to know what I did.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, but you don't know how dangerous that could be.
Sam Winchester: What would you do?
[Dean looks down, unable to answer truthfully]
Sam Winchester: Right. Same thing.
Castiel: I'm sorry, Dean, but I warned you not to put that thing back inside him.
Dean Winchester: What was I supposed to do? Let T1000 walk around? Hope he doesn't open fire!
Dean Winchester: [Pulls the sword from the rock he just blasted apart only to see that it is now broken in half. Turns to Dr. Visyak] You've got insurance for this, right?
Sam Winchester: [Referring to the latest victim who survived] So, what, you think Batman tried to rape her?
Dean Winchester: Well, he does carry a lot of rage. But, he rejected her because she was already dehymenated. Huh?
Sam Winchester: You think?
Dean Winchester: I think it just goes to show that being easy is pretty much all upside.
Sam Winchester: [referring to the bag of gold recovered from the dragon's lair] Why don't you just cut to the chase and roll in it?
Dean Winchester: I rarely have wealth.
Dean Winchester: [searching through the sewers with Sam] Oh, God! Just when I get used to the smell, I hit another flavor! Dude, we have been here for *hours*. There is nothing. I think the lore's off. Hey, what if, uh...
Dean Winchester: what if dragons like nice hotels?