Best Quotes EVER!

2. Sam Winchester

Dean: Man, I look like one of the blue brothers.

Sam: No you don't, you look more like a seventh grader at his first dance.

Sam: Do you think Dad was texting us?

Dean: He's given us co-ordinates before.

Sam: The man can barely work a toaster, Dean!

Sam: Dude, dude, I'm not using this ID.

Dean: Why not?

Sam: Because it says 'bikini inspector' on it!

Sam (to Dean and the Impala): If you two want to get a room, just tell me.

Dean: Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?

Sam: Well, you are kind of butch. They probably think you're overcompensating.

"I know we do a lot of crazy things, but a Sponge Bob place mat as an altar cloth?"

Dean: What's a P.A.?

Sam: I think it's kinda like a slave.

"You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie because they think it sucks. Because, I mean, it kinda does."

Dean: All I see is the light at the end of the tunnel.

Sam: That's hellfire, Dean.

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.

[after Dean puts itching powder in Sam's shorts]

Sam: Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or somethin'.

[Dean laughs and starts to walk away]

Sam: You did this?

[Dean laughs again]

Sam: You're a friggin' jerk!

Dean: Oh yeah!

Dean taps his beer bottle against Sam's and takes a drink; Sam smirks. Dean tries to put the bottle down and finds that it's glued to his hand. Sam laughs]

Dean: You didn't.

[Sam holds up a bottle of superglue, grinning]

Sam: Oh, I did.

Sam (to Dean): You smell like a toilet.

Sam: Hey Dean... what I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry...

Dean: [raises hand to stop Sam] No chick flick moments.

Sam: Alright... jerk.

Dean: B*tch.

(Dean drags himself from the river)

Sam: Dean, hey are you all right?

Dean: I'm super.

Sam: When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45! (A/N Thats a gun)

Dean: Well, what was he supposed to do?

Sam: I was *nine* years old! He was supposed to say "don't be afraid of the dark!"

Dean: Don't be afraid of the dark? What are you, kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there!

Dean : Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you.

[Sam stomps on Dean's foot, then they walk away]

Dean: Son of a...

Sam: [Dean smacks Sam over the head] Ow, what was that?

Dean: Why you got to step on my foot?

Sam: Why you got to talk to police like that?

Dean: I talked to the bartender.

Sam: You get anything? Besides her number?

Dean: Dude. I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that.

[pause, Sam gives Dean a look]

Dean: All right, yeah.

[he holds up a napkin with the number]

Sam: How'd you figure that out?

Dean: Gimme some credit man. You don't have the corner on paper chasin' around here.

Sam: Oh yeah? Name the last book you read.

[pause]

Dean: Yeah, I called Dad's friend Caleb, he told me, all right?

Sam: You know this whole 'I laugh in the face of death' thing? It's crap. I can see right through it.

Dean: Yeah, whatever dude.

[Dean is rummaging in Impala-Sam's trunk- Sam is the impala]

Sam: Dean?

Dean: [irritably] What?

Sam: That, uh, feels really... uncomfortable.

[Dean slams the trunk lid down]

Sam: Ow.

Sam: So which one are you? Grumpy, Sneezy or Douchey?

Trickster: Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel.

Sam: Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.

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?

Sam: Why'd you let me fall asleep?

Dean: Because I am an awesome brother. What did you dream about?

Sam: Lollipops and candycanes.