Ατάκες – Season 4 από το Supernatural:
Dean: Look, pal, I’m not buying what you’re selling. Who are you really?
Castiel: I told you.
Dean: Right. And why would an angel rescue me from hell?
Castiel: Good things do happen, Dean.
Dean: Not in my experience.
Dean: You mean the gas station and the hotel. That was you talking? (Castiel nods) Buddy, next time lower the volume.
Castiel: It was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.
Dean: And what visage are you in now, what, holy tax accountant?
Demon waitress: So you get to just strolled out of the pit, huh? Tell me, what makes you so special?
Dean: I’d like to think it’s because of my perky nipples.
Dean: (in the Impala) What the hell is that?
Sam: That’s an iPod jack.
Dean: You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.
Dean: Dude, I’m so in.
Sam: Yeah, she’s gonna eat you alive.
Dean: Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it!
Pamela: You’re invited too, Grumpy.
Dean: You are not invited.
Dean: I know. I should look like a Thriller video reject.
Dean: But don’t come crawling to me when they show up on your doorstep with vaseline and a fire hose.
Dean: All I know is I was not groped by an angel.
Sam: A demon who’s immune to salt rounds? And devil traps? And Ruby’s knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing.
Dean: Don’t you think that if angels were real, that some hunter, somewhere, would have seen one. At some point! Ever.
Sam: Yeah. You just did, Dean.
Dean: I’m trying to come up with a theory here, okay? Work with me.
Sam: Dean, we have a theory.
Dean: Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please!
Dean, to Sam: You’re gonna get me some pie! *later* Dude, where’s the pie??
Sam: You built a panic room??
Bobby: I had a weekend off.
Dean: Bobby..you’re awesome!
Castiel: The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals.
Dean: I’m guessing that’s not a show at SeaWorld.
Castiel: The Lord works..
Dean: If you say “mysterious ways” so help me, I will kick your ass.
Meg: You don’t recognize me? This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut.
Bobby: I think I got everything we need here at the house.
Dean: Any chance you got everything we need here in this room?
Bobby: So you thought our luck was gonna start now all of a sudden?
Azazel: All those angels on your shoulder. No, I’m gonna cover my tracks good.
Dean: You can cover whatever the hell you want, I’m still going to kill you.
Azazel: Right. Now that I’d like to see.
Dean: Maybe not today. But you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, ’cause I’m the one that kills you.
Dean: Sammy, wherever you are..mom is a babe! I’m going to hell..again..
Dean: What about the rest of the town? Did you find anything on the web..of..information that you have assembled.
Deanna: Electrical storms, maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on friday.
Dean: By mail?
Samuel: No, we hired a jetliner to fly them to us overnight.
Samuel: So you didn’t notice anything unusual, ma’am?
Woman: You mean like my husband’s guts fertilizing the back forty?
Dean: So, what, God’s my co-pilot, is that it?
Dean: I’ve seen big weird, little weird, weird with crazy on top. But this guy, come on, this guy’s boring.
Dean(to Ruby): Well aren’t you just an obedient little bitch?
Travis: Boys, we got ourselves a rugaru.
Dean: Rugaru? Is that made up? That sounds made up.
Sam: He means human flesh.
Dean: And that is my new word of the day!
Dean: Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress right next to his K-Y. It’s a sickness. It is.
Dean: You probably feeling your bones moving under your skin and your appetite’s reaching Hungry Hungry Hippo levels. How am I doing so far?
Sam: I’ve got demon blood in me, Dean. I’m a whole new level of freak! (poor Sammy..broke my heart!)
Dean: Hey, you think this Dracula can turn into a bat? That’d be cool.
Jamie: Try again tomorrow, g-man.
Dean: I wish I could. I don’t think we’re stayin’ on the case.
Jamie: What? Is it too weird for you?
Dean: Not weird enough.
Dean: It looks like we stumbled upon a midnight showing of Dracula meets the Wolf Man.
Dean: We need to find this guy before he Creature from the Black Lagoons somebody.
Dean: We still gotta see the new Raiders movie.
Sam: Saw it.
Dean: Without me?
Sam: You were in hell.
Dean: That’s no excuse.
Dean: I’m a maverick ma’am..a rebel with a badge..one thing I don’t play by..the rules! (he winks..awwww)
Sam: Okay maverick!
Dean: ..which leads me to conclude..sadly..that my virginity is intact.
Dean: Brother, i have been rehymenated and the dude will not obide!
Dean(at the morgue): I’m getting a headache!
Dracula: I have a coupon.
Dean: That guy was about to Frankenstein me.
Sam: Hey there Hansel!
Dean: Shut up!
Dean: That was scary!…What??
Dean: Run!! He’ll kill you!
Coroner: Everyone drops dead sooner or later. That’s why I’ve got job security.
Sam: How ya feelin’?
Dean: Awesome. It’s nice to have my head on the chopping block again, I almost forgot what that feels like. It’s friggin delightful.
Sam: It’s ghost sickness.
Dean: Ghost sickness?
Dean: God, no.
Dean: I don’t even know what that is.
Sam: Dude, you’re going 20.
Sam: That’s the speed limit.
Dean: What? Safety’s a crime now?
Dean: Sam, I’m not gonna make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic, I’m not suicidal. Did I just say that? That was kinda weird.
Sam: What are you doing waiting out here anyway
Dean: Our room is on the fourth floor..It’s high.
Dean: I mean, come on Sam. What are we doing?
Sam: We’re hunting a ghost.
Dean: A ghost, exactly. Who does that?
Dean: Us, right. And that Sam is exactly why our lives suck. I mean come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? Normal people, they see a monster and they run, not us. No, no, no we search out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or..or eat us. You know who does that? Crazy people! We are insane!!
Dean: On the up-side, I’m still alive, so..uh..go team!
Bobby: ‘Cause this line of work can get awful scary.
Dean: I’m fine. What, you wanna go hunting? I’ll hunt. I’ll kill anything.
Bobby: He’s adorable 😀 (yeah, he so is!)
Sam: Yeah, that demon ray-gun stuff? Doesn’t work on me.
Dean: I mean, come on, you’re gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you’re compensating for something.
Dean: Yeah..well, if you were a six-hundred-year hag and you could choose any costume to come back in, wouldn’t you go for a hot cheerleader? I would…mmm..
Dean: Witches, man. They’re so freaking skeevy.
Sam: What about you? Find anything on the victim?
Dean: This Luke Wallace..he was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy.
Dean: So we’re talking ghosts.
Dean: Those little dudes are scary..small hands.
Dean: It’s Halloween, man.
Sam: Yeah. For us, every day is Halloween.
Dean: Don’t be a downer.
Dean: I’m telling you, both of these vics are squeaky-clean. There was no reason for wicked-bitch payback.
Dean: Or it’s a Bigfoot. You know, and he’s some kind of alcoholo-porno addict…kind of like a deep-woods Duchovny.
Waiter: You have got to try our ice cream extreme. It’s extreme.
Sam: Uh, no extremities, please.
Sam: I can see you’re very interested.
Dean: Women, showers. We got to save these people.
Dean: I got to tell you, I’m pretty disappointed.
Sam: You wanted to save naked women.
Dean: Darn right I wanted to save some naked women.
Dean: So what, Bigfoot breaks into a liquor store jonesing for some hooch? Amaretto and Irish Cream..he’s a girl-drink drunk.
Sam: Are we… should we… are we gonna kill this teddy bear?
Dean: How? Do we shoot it, burn it?
Sam: I don’t know. Both?
Dean: How do we even know that’s gonna work? I mean I don’t want some giant, flaming, pissed-off teddy on our hands.
Sam: Yeah. Besides, I get the feeling that the bear isn’t really the..you know..core problem here.
Dean: Little girl..
Dean: We are teddy bear doctors!
Sam: I’m really sorry to have to break this to you, but your bear is sick. Yeah, he’s..he’s got…
Dean: Lollipop disease.
Teddy Bear: Look at this. You believe this crap?
Dean: Not really.
Teddy Bear: It is a terrible world. Why am I here?
Audrey: For tea parties!
Teddy Bear: Tea parties? Is that all there is???
suicidal note of the teddy bear: “Life is meaningless. Signed T. Bear” (it was so damn funny!! emo teddy)
Anna: This demon, Lilith, is trying to break the 66 seals to free Lucifer from Hell. Lucifer will bring the Apocalypse. So smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.
Dean: Well, you got a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near me.
Ruby: I just have some info, and then I’m gone.
Sam: What is it?
Ruby: I’m hearing a few whispers.
Dean: Ooh, great, demon whisperers..that’s reliable.
Sam: C’mooon!! Where the hell are you??..I don’t want ten years. I don’t want one year. I don’t want candy! I want to trade places with Dean!
Dean: That’s Revelations.
Psychiatrist: Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o-lanterns?
Dean: It’s, uh..a little-known translation.
Dean: So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies, when really you’re just tuning into angel radio?
Anna: And you’re Dean..THE Dean?
Dean: Oh, yeah..THE Dean I guess..
Dean: So I’m Girl, Interrupted..and I know the score with the apocalypse..just busted out of the nutbox..possibly using super powers by the way. Where do I go?
Ruby: Proof. This body is 100% socially conscious. I recycle. Al Gore would be proud.
Alastair: Don’t you recognize me? Oh, I forgot..I’m wearing a pediatrician.
Dean: Well, at least now we know why the demons want you so bad. They get a hold of you , they can hear everything the other side’s cooking…you’re 1-900-ANGEL!
Dean: Too much information!
Sam: Hey, I told you I was coming clean.
Dean: Yeah, but now I feel dirty. Okay, well uh…brain-stabbing imagery aside, so far all you’ve told me about is a manipulative bitch who uh…screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad.
Dean: I guess I..you know..
Dean: I guess I owe you for..Sam. And I just wanted to..you know..
Ruby: Don’t strain yourself.
Dean: Okay, then. Is the moment over?..good, cause that was awkward.
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, I know she’s wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it’s no reason to gank her.
Uriel: Don’t worry. I’ll kill her gentle.
Uriel: Give us the girl.
Dean: Sorry. Get yourself another one. Try Jdate.
Dean: Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can’t even touch the joint.
Ruby: Which I find racist, by the way.
Dean: Write your Congressman.
Sam: Where’s Bobby?
Dean: Uh, the Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it.
Sam: Is he working a job?
Dean: God, I hope so. Otherwise he’s at Hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap.
Sam: Now that’s seared in my brain.
Sam: She was convinced that he wasn’t her real daddy.
Dean: Who was? The plumber, hmm? A little snaking the pipes?
Sam: Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again.
Pamela: Sam, is that you?
Sam: I’m right here.
Pamela: Oh. Know how I can tell? That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing.
Dean: So, you just forgot that you were God’s little Power Ranger?
Dean: So what, you’re just gonna take some divine bong hit, and Shazam, you’re Roma Downey?
Anna: Something like that.
Dean: Nothing. It’s just..an angel and a demon, riding in the back seat. It’s like the setup for a bad joke. Or a Penthouse Forum letter.
Dean: You call this reality?
Dean: What was that for?
Anna: You know… our last night on Earth… all that.
Dean: You’re stealing my best line.
Uriel: Wait, there’s more. You cut yourself a slice of angel food cake. You did.
Dean: What would you care? You’re junkless down there right? Like a Ken doll.
Dean: Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is going to sell like hotcakes.
Sam: It’s probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them.
Sam: You said..
Sam: Never mind.
Dean: What kind of ghost messes with a man’s wheels?!?
Dean: Geez, rent Juno, get over it.
Sam: So it’s just a girl?
Dean: It’s not just a girl, it’s psycho Nell..I’m telling you man..humans!
Kate: I just got molested by Casper the pervy ghost, that’s what happened!
Ted: It’s just some backwoods hillbilly bitch and I’m not about sit around here waiting for her to go all Deliverance on my ass.
Mrs. Curry: I already told the local boys, there was blood..everywhere.
Dean: And Mr. Gibson, where was he?
Mrs. Curry: Everywhere.
Dean:…oh, gross! So the daddy was the baby daddy too..
Dean:..she bust out and ganks dear old dad..slash grandad?
Dean: Please nobody grab my leg, please nobody grab my leg!
Ruby: The whole world’s about to be engulfed in hellfire, and you’re here in Magictown, U.S.A.
Sam: You got something against magic?
Dean: Thought you were tailing him?
Sam: He slipped me..
Dean: He’s 60!
Sam: He’s a magician!
Dean: I can’t believe people actually fall for that crap.
Sam: It’s not all crap.
Dean: What part of that was not a steaming pile of B.S.?
Dean: No. I think we’ll be dead. For good. Why, do you want to end up like… like Travis? Or Gordon, maybe?
Sam: There’s Bobby.
Dean: Oh yeah, there’s a poster child for growing old gracefully.
Dean: What a douchebag.
Sam: That’s Jeb Dexter.
Dean: I don’t even want to know how you know that.
Sam: He’s famous, kind of.
Dean: For what, douchebaggery?
Chief: You are really gonna get it tonight, big boy.
Dean: There’s been a misunderstanding. I, uh, think I’ve been had.
Chief: Oh, you ain’t been had, till you been had by the Chief. Oh, and before we get started, what’s your safe word?
Young Sam: At least you got Amanda..she’s cool.
Young Dean: Dude, she wants me to meet her parents. I don’t do parents!
Dean: So what’s our cover? FBI, Homeland Security, Swedish exchange students? (hahaa)
Dean: Today you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning, a game with one simple rule – dodge!
Sam: Little help..
Dean: He’s giving you the full cowgirl..
Sam: Having fun?
Dean: The whistle makes me their god..
Sam: Right…nice shorts!
Dean: I had to break into the principal’s office to get this..Oh, and FYI, three of the cheerleaders are legal..guess which ones 😀
Dean: All right, everybody stay where you are! You’ll be okay.
Jock: Aren’t you the P.E. teacher?
Dean: Not really..I’m like 21 Jump Street. The bus driver sells pot..yeah..
Dean: Ghost getting creative..well, that’s super.. (lmao Dean)
Dean: That ghost is dead! I’m gonna to rip its lungs out! Well, you know what I mean..
Dean: Go have your Robbin Williams “Oh Captain! my Captain!” moment.
Dean: Look..Martha Dumptruck, Revenge of the Nerds and Hello Kitty… lol
Dean: Holy crap, you did. Middle of Basic Instinct and you bang Sharon Stone..
Sam: What do you think? She infects them during sex?
Dean: Supernatural STD. 😀
Dean: You’re up early. What’re you doing?
Sam: Nothing..I was in the can.
Sam: Yeah. Want me to draw you a picture?
Dean: No, I’ll pass.
Mr. Benson: Her name was… Jasmine.
Sam: She was a stripper?
Dean: Dude, her name was Jasmine.
Sam: That makes them go all Manchurian Candidate.
Dean: Strippers Sammy, strippers! We are on an actual case involving strippers. Finally!