Οι καλύτερες ατάκες του 12×08 με τίτλο LOTUS
Crowley: Lucifer’s not content with slutting it from one random vessel to the next. He’s moving on to blue chips — celebrities, captains of industry. He just got a lot more dangerous.
Lucifer: Yes. Words. Nothing we ever say feels like enough. Babies… That’s what we are. Innocents. All of us struggling to… walk upright with purpose and — and pride. And yet, we need “our Father”… to… be there when we fall. Today, we lost a brother. Tomorrow, we will continue our work for the country. Amen.
Agent Rick: Satan’s not real. He’s a symbol for the simple-minded, a comic-book villain.”
Castiel: Ugh. These pictures… The level of violence, it’s completely unnecessary.
Sam: Lucifer doesn’t like being messed with. I guess when the archbishop’s priests figured out he was possessed, they tried to keep it quiet, do an an exorcism. I mean, not that it would’ve worked. Lucifer blew town, but not before he slaughtered the entire staff. So we were on the right trail. Where’s it go now?
Dean: I don’t know. Who won the Nobel Peace Prize? Why don’t we start there?
Sam: Crowley, can we just get the damn news without the drama?
Crowley: Can I get you without the flannel? No. Still, I endure.
Castiel: Something’s happened. Something… Angel radio… There are so many voices.
Dean: What are they saying?
Castiel: There’s been a massive surge in celestial energy. A Nephilim is come into being. It’s the offspring of an angel and a human.
Dean: And that’s big news?
Castiel: Yes, But the power to produce this is immense. It’s much, much greater than a typical angel.
Dean: W– Lucifer? I didn’t know he was dating.
Sam: Do we have a plan?
Dean: Impeach LOTUS and find Rosemary’s baby.
Mr. Ketch: You. Angel. Wipe their memories. U.S. government plates. Elite dogcatcher level. Someone special wants you. Whose hydrant have you lads been tinkling on?
Dean: I’m sorry. Who the hell are you?
Mr. Ketch: Oh. Where are my manners? Arthur Ketch. British Men of Letters.
Mr. Ketch: You. Halo. Do you sense I’m lying?
Castiel: My name is Castiel. And… no. But the truth can be situational.
Mr. Ketch: Oh. Oh, I do enjoy an angel. But I understand your hesitation. You haven’t exactly seen us at our best. Lady Bevell is a bit… excitable.
Mr. Ketch: Hyperbolic Pulse Generator. Exorcisms are unreliable. This device emits a force which drives the possessing demon from the vessel.
Sam: What about a, uh, possessing angel?
Mr. Ketch: And what might you boys be working on?
Kelly: Who are you people?
Rowena: Well, dear, I’m a witch. He’s an angel.
Crowley: And I’m the King of Hell.
Kelly: Oh, God.
Castiel: No, actually, he left.
Lucifer: I grant a full pardon to Charles Manson.
Lucifer: This isn’t over, Sam!
Sam: Go to Hell!
Dean: We got him. We got Lucifer.