Οι καλύτερες ατάκες του 12×15 με τίτλο Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell
Sam: Dean, you’re covered in ghoul, man, and — and — and wraith. You… I think you have a piece of siren in your hair.
Sam: I-I made a computer algorithm that scrapes data from police scanners, emergency calls, uh, local news sites, and then it puts everything through a h– The computer told me.
Dean: Computers, heh. Monsters, porn. Is there anything they can’t do? All right. Well, let’s get to it, then.
Dean: Tell her what? No, seriously, Sam, what are you gonna say? ‘Hi, my name is Sam Winchester. This is my much handsomer brother Dean. We hunt monsters. Oh, and that guy you were banging? We’re pretty sure he made a deal with a demon, so a hellhound came and dragged his soul to Hell. But you? You’re cool. And since there’s nothing around for us to kill, peace out.’
Crowley: You cross me, I crush you. You hit me, I hit you back twice as hard. You make me your dog, I make you my slave.
Victor: And moving on to, um, case 41, Awar, a Rank Three demon, claims to have had six babies. But then Morax, a Rank Two demon, took two of his babies, which would leave Awar with… yes, um, four babies.
Thomas: Which I think we can all agree, isn’t enough babies… for a decent meal.
Crowley: Right after God said, ‘Let there be light,’ He — He made a whole bunch of things — posies, koalas, hellhounds. He wanted the Creator’s best friend, but the hounds were too vicious. So He planned on having them put down, until along came our favorite fallen angel. He rescued one of the hounds — a pregnant bitch named Ramsey.
Dean: Great. So we have a hellhound who’s gunning for revenge, and it’s personal. Ah, just when I thought this gig couldn’t get any weirder…
Crowley: Oh. It can always get weirder.
Dean: Take care of her.
Sam: Of course. Dean, look, even if Ramsey circles back, as long as we keep moving, Gwen’s gonna be just… You’re talking about the car.
Dean: You tend to ride the brakes.
Sam: Dean, I know how to drive.
Dean: I’m just saying. Okay, just imagine she’s a… a beautiful woman.
Sam: Oh, come on. Get out of here.
Dean: A beautiful, beautiful woman.
Sam: I’m done.
Crowley: Or… a few years ago, who would’ve thought you’d be working with the King of Hell? Maybe you’ve rubbed off on me. Maybe I’ve rubbed off all over you.
Sam: Dean, because of Mick and his guys, the Alpha Vampire is dead. They get results. I don’t like them either, but– but if– if we can save people, then it… Either way I-I shouldn’t have lied to you. And… I’m sorry, man. I-I
Dean: Well, okay.