Bela Talbot: [holding a gun on Sam and Dean] Put the foot down, honey.
Dean Winchester: No. You're not gonna shoot anybody. You see, I happen to be able to read people. Okay, you're a thief, fine. But you're not--
[Bela turns and shoots Sam in the shoulder]
Dean Winchester: Son of a....
Bela Talbot: Back off, Tiger. Back off. You make one more move, and I pull the trigger. You've got the luck Dean, you I can't hit. But your brother...
[Bela aims the gun at Sam]
Bela Talbot: Him I can't miss.
Dean Winchester: What the hell is wrong with you!? You don't just go around shooting people like that!
Bela Talbot: Relax, it's a shoulder hit, I *can* aim.
Bela Talbot: [tossing rabbits foot onto the fire] Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer.
Dean Winchester: Wow... I really don't feel bad about that. Sam?
Sam Winchester: Nope. Not even a little.
Bobby Singer: Dean, great news. It wasn't easy, but I found a heavyweight cleansing ritual that should do the trick.
Dean Winchester: Bobby, that's uh, great, except Sam, uh... Sam lost the foot.
Bobby Singer: He what!
Dean Winchester: Bobby listen, listen, this uh, this hot chick stole it from him. I'm serious. She's in her mid-twenties, and she was sharp, you know. Good enough with the con to play us. And she only gave the guys she hired a name, probably an alias or something.
[turns to look at Sam]
Dean Winchester: Luigi or something...
Sam Winchester: Lagosi.
Dean Winchester: Right, Lagosi.
Bobby Singer: Lagosi? Lagosi... Aw crap, it's probably Bela.
Dean Winchester: Bela Lagosi? That's cute.
Dean Winchester: So you know the truth about whats really going on out there, and this is what you choose to do with it? You become a thief?
Bela Talbot: I procure unique items for a select clientle.
Dean Winchester: Yeah. A thief.
Bela Talbot: No... A great thief.
Dean Winchester: [to Bela] Anywho, this has been charming but, uh... look at the time. Oh, and this
[holds up lucky rabbits foot, inciting a look of fury from Bela]
Dean Winchester: Looks like you're not the only one with sticky fingers. If it's any consolation, I think you're a truly *awful* person.
Sam Winchester: The Air conditioner starts smoking when Sam is left in the motel room "Aw, come on! I - "
Bobby Singer: [re: the rabbits foot] You see, you touch it, you own it. You own it, sure, you get a run of good luck to beat the devil. But you lose it, that luck turns. It turns so bad that you're dead inside a week.
Sam Winchester: Well, so I won't lose it, Bobby.
Bobby Singer: Everybody loses it!
Bela Talbot: Maybe next time I'll hang *you* out to dry.
Dean Winchester: [shakes head] Aw, don't go away angry, just go away.