Два дня до Hunted...

[SanAnn]

На улице дождь, мерзко, работать не хочется. Да и домой не хочется. Хочется просто в неком виртуальном мире закутаться в теплый плед, сесть в уютном кресле и пересмотреть великолепный предыдущий эпизод Croatoan, который блещет цитатами.





Dean: I’m gonna go down there, see if I can find some help. My partner’ll stick around, keep you guys safe.

Dr. Lee: Safe from what?

Dean: We’ll get back to you on that.



Sam: It’s over for me. It doesn’t have to be for you.

Dean: No?

Sam: No. You can keep going!

Dean: Who says I want to?

Sam: What?

Dean: I’m tired, Sam. I’m tired of this job, this life, this weight on my shoulders, man. I’m tired of it.



Dr. Lee: I'm sorry. Thanks for everything, Marshals.

Dean: Oh, actually we're not really marshals.

Dr. Lee: (confused) Um, oh.



Dean: Sam, we've still got some time.

Sarge: Time for what? Look, I understand he's your brother and I'm sorry. I am. But I got to take care of this. (prepares to shoot Sam)

Dean: I'm gonna say this one time, you make a move on him and you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?



Dean: What does that mean? I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man. I wouldn't!

Sam: I never said you would.

Dean: Fine.

Sam: Fine. Look, we don't know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair is part of it. So let's find him, and find out what's what.

Dean: Fine.

Sam: Fine!



Duane: You were gonna shoot me!

Dean: You don't shut your pie hole, I still might.



Man at Barricade: Say, why don't you get out of the car and we'll talk a little?

Dean: Well, you are a handsome devil but I don't swing that way. Sorry!



Dean: I just think we ought to go to the Grand Canyon.

Sam: What?

Dean: Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth cross country, you know, I've never been the Grand Canyon. We could go to TJ, or Hollywood...see if one of us can bang Lindsay Lohan.



Sam: This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.

Dean: I don’t know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa? Brrr....



Sarge: My neighbor, Mr. Rogers…

Dean: You’ve got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers?

Sarge: Not anymore.



Sam: Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention to history class?

Dean: Yeah. The shot heard 'round the world, how bills become laws....

Sam: That's not school; that's Schoolhouse Rock!

Dean: Whatever.