Dean Winchester: I know what you're thinking Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?
Sam Winchester: Oh, give me a break.
Dean Winchester: [laughs] You didn't think I remember, do you? Come on, you still bust out crying when you see Ronald McDonald on the television.
Sam Winchester: At least I'm not afraid of flying.
Dean Winchester: Planes crash!
Sam Winchester: And apparently clowns kill.
Dean Winchester: [in regards to Ash's mullet] Hey man...
Dean Winchester: I dig the haircut.
Ash: [running his hands through his hair] All business up front, party in the back.
Dean Winchester: Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Cooper. Have you seen him around?
Barry (Blind Man): What is that, some kind of joke?
[pulls sunglasses off]
Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm sorry.
Barry (Blind Man): Do you think I wouldn't give my eye-teeth to see Mr. Cooper or a sunset or anything at all?
Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Could you give me a little help here?
Sam Winchester: Not really.
Midget: Hey Barry, is there a problem?
Barry (Blind Man): Yeah, this guy hates blind people.
Dean Winchester: No, I don't.
Midget: Hey buddy, what's your problem?
Dean Winchester: Nothin', it's just a little misunderstanding.
Midget: Little? You SOB!
Sam Winchester: [Sam is unable to keep himself from laughing and starts cracking up]
Dean Winchester: N-n-n-n-no, I'm just... could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is? Please?
Dean Winchester: [driving a minivan] This is humiliating. Feel like a freakin' soccer mom!
Sam Winchester: All right, Dean, it's just we've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once.
Dean Winchester: You know what, you're right. Come here, I want to lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, maybe even slow dance.
Dean Winchester: What's the matter, you sound like you just saw a clown. Ha.
Dean Winchester: Hello.
Sam Winchester: Hey man.
Dean Winchester: What's the matter, you sound like you just saw a clown.
Sam Winchester: Very funny. Skeleton actually.
Dean Winchester: Like a real human skeleton?
Sam Winchester: In the funhouse.
Sam Winchester: I mean this strong silence thing, its crap. I'm over it.
Dean Winchester: Oh my god.
Sam Winchester: This isn't just anyone we're talking about, this is Dad. I know how you felt about the man.
Dean Winchester: You know what, just back off. Ok? Just because I'm not sharing and caring like you want me to.
Sam Winchester: No-no-no. That's not what this is a bout, Dean. I don't care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it man! Listen I'm your brother, I just want to make sure you're ok.
Dean Winchester: Dude, I'm ok! I'm ok! Ok. I swear the next person who ask me if I'm ok, I'm gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues, quite dumping them on me.
Sam Winchester: What are you talking about?
Dean Winchester: I just think it's really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. Its like, O what would Dad want me to do. Sam, you spent your entire life slugging it out with that man. I mean, hell, you picked a fight the last time you ever saw him. And now that he's dead, now you want to make it right. Well, I'm sorry Sam but you can't. It's too little, too late.
Sam Winchester: Why are you saying this to me?
Dean Winchester: Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this! I'm dealing with Dad's death! Are you?
Sam Winchester: So, Cooper thinks I'm a peeping tom, but it's not him
Dean Winchester: Yeah, so I gathered. It's the blind guy. He's here somewhere.
Sam Winchester: Well, did you get the...
Dean Winchester: The brass blades? No, it's just been one of those days.
Ellen Harvelle: Here you go.
Dean Winchester: Thanks... You called our Dad and said you could help. Help with what?
Ellen Harvelle: Well... The Demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it.
Dean Winchester: Was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? The ma - -. Who - -Who are you? How do you know all about this?
Sam Winchester: Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're gonna wanna make dame sure it's him.
Dean Winchester: You're such a stickler for details, Sammy.