Sam Winchester: Dean, did you pay attention to History class at all?Dean Winchester: Yeah, shot hear round the world, how a bill becomes a law...Sam Winchester: That's not school. That's School House Rock.Dean Winchester: Whatever.
Bobby Singer: Well, that's the bad news. Our pal Cass didn't stop in last night just to mend fences.Dean Winchester: What did he do?Bobby Singer: Stole something.Dean Winchester: What?Bobby Singer: The journal of one Moishe Campbell.Sam Winchester: "Moishe"?Bobby Singer: Of the New York Campbells.Sam Winchester: Uh, so we gotta get it back, right?Bobby Singer: Or just read the copy I already made. Hi. Glad to meet you. Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.
Dean Winchester: How long's this gonna go on?Bobby Singer: Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh, wait, no one ever wrote one.
Dean Winchester: Hey, it's none of our business, but it looks like somebody might have a crush.Sheriff Donna Hanscum: I was born at night, Dean. Not last night.Sam Winchester: What's the deal? He seems nice.Sheriff Donna Hanscum: He is! But he's a cop... named Doug. I mean, clearly, I have a type. But no, thank you, ma'am. Won't be once bitten, twice Doug'd.