Οι καλύτερες ατάκες του 12×03
Mary: Castiel. After you left Heaven, when did it start to feel like you fit? Like you… belonged here.
Castiel: Well, I’m not sure I do. Mary… You do belong here.
Dean: What have you found on her Majesty’s Secret Suckbags?
Sam: Did you cut your hair?
Mary: I’m gonna keep it short if I’m gonna go out on a hunt. Why give the bad guys the advantage of long, pullable hair, right?
Dean: Wow, I’ve been trying to tell Sam that for years.
Dean: A lot of things have gone to seed since you were here, but the variety in snack food flavors is not one of them.
Crowley: Bumping into each other. Working the same leads. What are the odds, Cassie? Fate brought us together.
Castiel: Not interested.
Crowley: Why not? We made a somewhat effective team against Amara. It’s been months-I mean months since we last tried to kill each other. We’ve both got very, very good reasons to want Lucifer dead. Besides. While you were gabbing with Vince’s second fiddle, I was ransacking his room. Found these, postcards from his beloved sister Wendy. Oh looky here, an address and everything. Worth a look?
Castiel: I should have known there was something you weren’t telling me. Rowena.
Crowley: So, Mother and I had an unfortunate, if not embarrassing, run-in with Lucifer. You’re just mad you’re only my second choice for a Lucifer hunt team-up.
Castiel: No, actually I think it’s sweet. I thought your motivation was ambition and revenge. Now I know you just want to save your mother.
Crowley: It’s not about saving her. Lucifer has made off with a colossally powerful witch, who by the way is the only person alive who can slam him back in the Cage. He will either kill her or control her. Or she will offer her services to the biggest bad in town, in order to save her neck, like she always does. Do any of those sound like particularly good outcomes to you?
Dean: She’s back. Yeah, she’s still working out the kinks, we’re all working out the kinks. But can we for once just not turn everything into a problem? Can we for once just have one good thing?
Sam: Look I’m happy too, Dean, I am. I’m overjoyed. But, there’s something about her, I mean something going on with with her.
Dean: Yeah. She’s adjusting.
Sam: No, she’s struggling. I mean she’s trying to bury herself in hunting to avoid dealing.
Dean: And how do you know that?
Sam: Years of personal experience. I don’t know, man. Like mother like sons.
Rowena: A druidic glyph. I’m using a hybrid spell of my own device — Book of the Damned and Celtic magic. It should give your vessel the resiliency and strength of the mightiest tree.
Lucifer: Oh. There’s a woody joke in there somewhere.
Lucifer: Decapitation is far too merciful for you, ginger bitch!
Rowena: Until you forced me to get back in the game, I tried to forget about Lucifer. I loathe him, and I loathe that I had any part in letting him out of the pit that holds him.
Castiel: So you’ll help us then?
Rowena: Good God no. That whole FBI pantsuit look, not my hex bag. But if you get Lucifer cornered and find yourself in need. I’m there.
Dean: And, um, listen, apologies if me and Sam hijacked or sidelined you in any way. I mean, this was your case, and you kicked ass, again.
Mary: I kicked ass? You saved me, I-
Dean: Yeah, but you were right. Those kids were innocent. We didn’t even know what Moriarty’s deal was.
Dean: Mom it’s okay, alright. You’re home now.
Mary: No. I’m not. I miss John. I miss my boys.
Sam: We’re right here, Mom.
Mary: I know. In my head. But I’m still mourning them as I knew them. My baby Sam. My little boy Dean. Just feels like yesterday we were together in Heaven, and now I’m here, and John is gone and they’re gone. And every moment I spend with you reminds me of every moment I lost with them. And I thought hunting and working would clear my head…
Sam: Mom, what are you trying to say
Mary: I have to go. Sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I just need a little time.
Mary: I love you. I love you both.