Dean Winchester: Hey, there. So, Cas, what's, uh, what's the word?
Castiel: Well, Dean, I've been thinking. Monkeys... are so clever, and their sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?
Dean Winchester: Not very.
Dick Roman: Here's my offer.
Crowley: All ears.
Dick Roman: Full immunity for you and your constituents. I'm talking free-range grazing for all demon kind. I'm willing to cordon off, say, Canada. You and your crew can work your little deals, have your way with the locals.
Crowley: *All* of Canada?
Dick Roman: Have it.
Crowley: Fair. And down here?
Dick Roman: America's ours. Your sales team stays out - period. That's not up for negotiation. We need America. They're so fat.
Crowley: And in exchange?
Dick Roman: [brings out a vial] The blood of one sadly unimpressive demon in New Jersey. All I ask is to give this to Frick and Frack, tell them it's yours, stand back, and let them come to me.
Crowley: I can't deny I long to see those two digested once and for all. You have a deal. I suppose you want that in writing.
Dick Roman: I don't kiss on the mouth.
Crowley: Your loss.
Castiel: So, none of this should cause you no any ill effect. I went to a little farm in Normandy for the wheat and the lettuce and the tomato and - and I thoroughly examined and comforted the pig before I... slaughtered it for the ham. Here. You need your strength.
Dean Winchester: Thanks, Cas.
Castiel: Please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.
Meg: You deal with him. I can't anymore.
Dean Winchester: You might want to be more specific.
Meg: I was laying low halfway across the world when Emo Boy pops up out of nowhere and zaps me right back here.
Dean Winchester: Why?
Meg: Go ask him. He was *your* boyfriend first.
Crowley: Now, what do you have to say for yourself?
Castiel: Well, I'm still honing my communication strategy. I-I haven't even been back to Heaven. I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know, they're making honey and silk and... miracles, really.
Crowley: What are you talking about?
Castiel: Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here. I can offer a token, if you like. It's honey. I-I collected it myself.
Crowley: You're off your rocker. He's off his rocker! Is that it? Heh, karma's a bitch isn't it?
Dean Winchester: Look, did you come here to donkey punch your old grudges, or to help us get Dick? Pick a battle!
Crowley: Well, I'm vexed. I'd *like* to do both! But where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose.
Bobby Singer: [to Dean and Sam] Here's to... running into you guys on the other side. Only... not too soon. All right?
Dean Winchester: Last I remember, we ganked Dick.
Castiel: And where would *he* go in death?
Dean Winchester: Wait. Are you telling me...?
Castiel: Every soul here is a monster. This is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity.
Dean Winchester: We're in purgatory? How do we get out?
Castiel: I'm afraid we're much more likely to be ripped to shreds.
Dean Winchester: Cas, I think we better go...
Dean Winchester: Cas?
Dean Winchester: Hey Shifty, what's your problem?
Castiel: Do we need a cat? Doesn't this place feel one species short?
Dean Winchester: You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks?
Dean Winchester: So, what's it feel like?
Bobby Singer: What? Going vengeful? It's an itch you can't scratch out. Look... I'm done. Go get Dick. But don't do it 'cause you think it'll scratch the itch. Do it 'cause it's the job. And when it's your time... go.
Castiel: You know, Leviathan can kill angels. There's a reason my Father locked them in purgatory. They're the... piranha that would eat the whole aquarium.
Crowley: Castiel. When last we spoke, you, well, enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?
Castiel: I... don't know.
Crowley: Well, you want to be? 'Cause I can help with that.
Dean Winchester: All right, enough.
Crowley: It's enough when I say. I came here to help you. I've found out you've been lying to me, harboring an angel, and not just *any* angel - the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth.
Meg: Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?
Crowley: You bore me. You know that? You have no sense of poetry.
Meg: Nice, you scared off the Empire's only hope.
Dean Winchester: Meaning?
Meg: It occur to you every one of those things was in Cas? He knows them. He can see past the meat suits.
Sam Winchester: So, he'll be able to spot the real... fake Dick Roman.
Meg: Gold star, sugar pants. Too bad he's fruit loops. You might've a chance.
Dick Roman: Castiel. Good to see you again. Thanks for the ride into paradise.
[Dean brings out the bone to kill Dick]
Dick Roman: And good on you! Pulling that together, A-plus.
Dean Winchester: Oh, you don't think this'll work, do you? You trust that demon?
Dick Roman: You sure I'm even me, Dean?
Dean Winchester: No.
[Dean nods his head toward Castiel]
Dean Winchester: But *he* is. So, here's the thing when dealing with Crowley - he will *always* find a way to bone you.