Οι καλύτερες ατάκες του 12×07 με τίτλο Rock Never Dies
Dean: Yeah, we don’t care.
Crowley: Doesn’t matter, don’t care, and been better.
Sam: It’s not hair-
Dean: Come on.
Sam: It’s not hair rock, Dean. It’s hard rock. It’s legitimate hard rock.
Sam: Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Dean: Yeah, or a dude by his, uh, rainbow wig and leopard prints.
Sam: Rainbow wig? What? You know what? I’m done apologizing. Lucifer possessed Vince Vincente. This is Vince Vincente’s music, so listening to it is research.
Sam: He could be an agent or something.
Dean: Yeah, maybe a third-tier agent.
Castiel: At least I don’t look like a lumberjack.
Dean: Well, that’s super creepy.
Castiel: Then I’ll buy you three minutes.
Crowley: Make it four. What? I help.
Lucifer: Oh. I wouldn’t expect you to understand. I was inside you. I know what a weak, duty-bound, pleasureless dullard you are. And you. Bad doggy. Sit!
Sam: You and God made up. You forgave Him. What would He think?
Lucifer: I’m not especially interested in His opinion. Dear old Dad, He finally apologized for abandoning me and what’s the very next thing He does? He ditches me. And you, too, by the way. And rides off into the sunset with Auntie Amara. He needed my help, and He’d say anything to get it. His words, your words, they mean nothing. Don’t you get it? This is all meaningless. Heaven. Hell. This world. If it ever meant anything that moment is past. Nothing down here but a bunch of hopeless distraction addicts, so filled with emptiness, so desperate to fill up the void… They don’t mind being served another stale rerun of a rerun of a rerun. You know what my plan is? I don’t have one. I’m just gonna keep on smashing Daddy’s already broken toys, and make you watch.
Sam: I wouldn’t. Vince Vincente is dead.
Dean: We never even hoped to save him. And yes, I know the third album-
Sam: No, he was still a person. And he meant something to a lot of people. And Lucifer just took all that and just twisted all that up and snuffed it out. Lucifer was bad enough when he had a plan, a motive. Now he’s just having fun. I mean, how many people died tonight? Them, this, it’s all on us. We let him out. We’re not winning. We’re just losing slow. And you heard what he said-
Crowley: Onwards and upwards. He’s gone big.
Castiel: And he’ll go bigger.
Dean: And we’ll stop him. We will. It’s what we do, man.