Ατάκες απο το επεισόδιο – 9×17:
Dean: What you call obsessed, I call doing my job.
Dean: Go to Hell.
Crowley: Oh, if only.
Crowley: What’s going on with you, huh? You call me, you hang up. You want Abaddon, you don’t want Abaddon. You want the Blade, you don’t want the Blade. If I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you’re stalling.
Crowley: Just between us girls, how did you feel when you sunk the First Blade into Magnus’ head?
Dean: Not half as good as I’m gonna feel when it’s yours.
Crowley: Love it when you talk dirty.
Crowley: Why are you fighting what you really are?
Dean: I’m a hunter.
Crowley: Who’s a chip off the old Mark of Cain.
Dean: No. When I kill, I kill for a reason. I’m nothing like Cain.
Crowley: Nothing like – Who are you talking to? I know you’re not talking to me.
Dean: Eat me.
Crowley: I saw you. I saw the two of you together. Nothing like Cain? What’s in that bottle? Delusion? I’m really starting to worry about you, Dean.
Sam: You know, um, can I ask you something?
Julia Wilkinson: If it’s for a date, sorry. I never see anyone under 65. Too much drama.
Crowley: You just want to touch that Precious again, don’t you?
Crowley: You’re sulking like you lost your Knuffle Bunny.
Crowley: You’re lying to Sam like he’s your wife, which kind of makes me your mistress
Crowley: Of course he saved me, we’re besties!
