Οι καλύτερες ατάκες του επεισοδίου 14×20 Moriah.
Dean: Sam, I know this isn’t easy, okay? He — I know how much he meant to you. He meant a lot to me. He was family. But this? This is not Jack anymore. He’s hurting, he’s killing people. This isn’t gonna be easy, but we’re gonna have to do the hard thing. We’re gonna have to do the ugly thing. Ain’t like it’s the first time, though, right?
Dean: When people can’t lie, the Internet gets real quiet. Yeah, guess your life isn’t so perfect after all, EightPackMommy.
Sam: What?
Dean: Yeah, she’s got this blog. Yeah, you know what? Your kids aren’t that cute. And that gluten-free popover looks like crap because there’s no gluten in it. You know what I mean? — I’ll stop talking.
Sam: Probably a good plan.
Chuck: You see, this is why people need to lie. It’s good. Keeps the peace, you know?
Castiel: Seems like an odd stance for… you.
Chuck: Is it? I’m a writer. Lying’s kinda what we do.
Chuck: Listen, you guys know me. I’m hands-off. I built the sandbox — you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against — what was it? — the “British Men of Letters”? Okay. Little weak, but okay. But when things get really bad, like the Apocalypse or the Other Apocalypse, that’s when I have to step in.
Sam: He doesn’t have a soul.
Dean: And whose fault is that?
Sam: Mine. I’m the one who brought him back, and I brought him back because he’s family. And then he came back and he burned his soul off to save us — you and me. And now what? You… Now you — you want my permission? You want me to say I’m cool with losing him and losing you all at once? ‘Cause I can’t do that. I won’t say that, ’cause I… No. I’ve already lost too much.
Sam: Do you watch us? When you’re not here, are — are you… watching us?
Chuck: Yeah. I mean, you’re my favorite show.
Chuck: Ugh. Billie. I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle porn. This new Death — she’s always sticking her scythe where it doesn’t belong.
Sam: He’s saying he’s been playing us. This whole time. Our
entire lives. Mom, Dad — everything. This is all you because you wrote
it all, right? Because — Because what? Because we’re your favorite
show? Because we’re part of your story?
Chuck: Okay, Dean, no offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy. And that kid is still dangerous. So pick up the gun. Pick it up… pull the trigger… and I’ll bring her back. Your mom.
Dean: No. No. My mom was my hero. And I miss her, and I will miss her every second of my life, but she would not want this. And it’s not like you even really care. ‘Cause Sam’s right. The Apocalypse, the first go-around, with Lucifer and Michael — you knew everything that was going on, so why the games, Chuck, huh? Why don’t you just snap your fingers and end it?!
Sam: And every other bad thing we’ve been killing been dying over — where were you? Just sitting back and watching us suffer so we can do this over and over and over again — fighting losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me.
Chuck: Dean, don’t do this.
Dean: No, we’re done talking. ‘Cause this — this isn’t just a story. It’s our lives! So God or no God, you go to hell.
Chuck: Fine! That’s the way you want it? Story’s over. Welcome to The End.
Jack: What’s happening?
Billie: Yeah, about that. We should talk.