Οι καλύτερες ατάκες του 13×08 με τίτλο The Scorpion and the Frog
Dean: You know what ‘miracles’ are called from demons? I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure it’s not ‘miracles.’
Sam: How about this? Let’s just hear the guy out.
Dean: All right, and after that, we kill him.
Barthamus: I’m a crossroads demon, Sam. After Crowley’s promotion to King of Hell, the crossroads demon. Helping people is what I do. My raison d’etre.
Dean: Well, see, here’s the thing. When a demon asks us to jump, we don’t say ‘how high.’ We just ice their ass.
Barthamus: How very Dean of you.
Dean: Look, whatever game Bart is playing, I-I-I don’t wanna play it, but Sam, you know that these things don’t usually go our way.
Sam: Doesn’t matter. Jack is out there, in the world, and he’s alone, and he’s scared, and he’s dangerous. And if this is our chance to find him, we have to take it.
Dean: All right, well, I’ve seen this movie a thousand times. Some asshat too fancy to get his hands dirty plans a job, swears it’ll all go smooth, and it does until bang! And everything goes screaming off the rails, and it’s our asses You know he’s going to screw us over first chance he gets.
Sam: Not if we screw him over first. Listen, we want that spell, right? I mean we need that spell. We definitely don’t want Asmodeus getting his hands on it. So, let’s do this. Have him hand over the other half of the spell.
Dean: And then?
Sam: And then, like you said. We kill him.
Sam: Dean? Don’t get dead.
Dean: You too.
Dean: I mean, there could be anything in there. Anything, right? There could be spiders. There could be the spiny blade thing. Snakes. Spiders. You don’t even know, do you? Correct. I — how about this? What if I cut myself, put it on, like, a little piece of paper? We’ll just wad it up and throw it in the mouth, okay? Okay.
Sam: Look, it doesn’t have to be that way.
Dean: You know, we could help you.
Alice: No, you can’t. I gotta take care of me.
Barthamus: Let me see if I understand. You two do-gooding idiots are willing to welch on our deal. Throw away the only chance you have at finding your boy, because I killed a 200-year-old blackmailing piece of garbage, is that it?
Dean: Yeah, that. And we just don’t like you.
Dean: You okay?.
Sam: Yeah, not really. Not exactly the best day, you know?
Dean: Well, it’s not the worst. We did save somebody. That felt good.
Sam: Yeah. Yeah, it did. But back to square one with Jack.
Dean: We’ll figure something else out. And if that doesn’t work, then we’ll move on to next, and then whatever’s after that. We just keep working, ’cause it’s what we do.
Sam: It feels really good to hear you talk like that again.
Dean: I’ll drink to that.