Dean: Look, it’s not Kelly’s fault, okay? She didn’t know Lucifer was her boyfriend.
Mick: Oh, yeah. Sure. Could have happened to anyone.
Mick: This is not some werewolf. Do you have any idea what will happen if this abomination is born?
Sam: Mick. We’re handling it, alright? We’ll find her.
Dean: So, until then… I say we drink.
Sam: Wow. You look like crap.
Dean: Yeah. You look crappier. I gotta hand it to Mick. You get him started, that guy can drink. I mean we can drink, but he’s got the ‘can drink gold medal.’
Castiel: This is my voicemail. Make your… voice… a mail.
Crowley: My loyal-ish subjects. These troubled times — I’m aware, there might be some confusion as to where you’re supposed to place your loyalty. Even with Lucifer back in the Cage. There are those of you who would try to help him, because he scares you. Or engorges you. Just the chance that Lucifer could come back, a rumor, would have been enough to keep some of you working against me, undermining me. Being a royal pain in my pert royal ass. But lo, the Beast has been humbled. From his own lips, you will hear proclaims of the one true leader of all Hell. See, I didn’t just beat the Devil. I tamed him.
Sam: I’m Sam, this is Eileen… Leahy.
Renny: Ah, the banshee girl. We have a file. From what Mick tells me, neither of you have any formal training. Fascinating. I was top of my class at Kendricks.
Eileen: No one cares.
Kelly: You think I wanted this to happen? He used me. But I love this child.
Mr. Ketch: Well, that was unexpected. But invigorating. I must say, when I first met you I didn’t see this coming. My thought at the time was, ‘I’ll end up shooting this one.’ Life is full of surprises.
Mick: My entire life with the Men of Letters, I never broke a rule. And yes, at first I was shocked at how Sam and Dean operate. But what Lady Bevell doesn’t mention is the lives they’ve saved, monsters destroyed. And outcomes made better, not because of the code. But because of Sam and Dean Winchester’s sense of what’s right.
Dr. Hess: And that is the crux of the matter. The code is not a suggestion, it is an absolute. The code is what separates us from the monsters, it is the order by which we all live.
Mick: No… The code is what makes a young boy kill his best friend. When I was a child, I had nothing. I owed you everything, and I obeyed. But, I’m a man now, Dr. Hess. And I can see the choices, and I choose to do the right thing…
Dr. Hess: It’s over. The grand experiment of recruiting American hunters has failed, utterly.
Mr. Ketch: Hmm. What would you like me to do?
Dr. Hess: Exterminate them. Every last one.