- [Bobby and Dean take refuge from the zombies in a closet. Dean turns on the light and locks the door from the inside as the horde pound on the door]
- Bobby Singer: Kind of a tight fit, don't you think?
- Dean Winchester: [confident] It's all right: they're idiots; they can't pick a lock.
- [the pounding immediately stops, then the zombies start picking the lock]
- Bobby Singer: Don't you ever get tired of being wrong?
- Dean Winchester: I'm making this stuff up as I go. Sue me.
- Dean Winchester: Mr. Wells, why don't you tell us what you saw? In your own words.
- Digger Wells: Call me Digger.
- Dean Winchester: Digger.
- Digger Wells: Mm.
- Dean Winchester: Who- who gave you that name?
- Digger Wells: I did.
- Dean Winchester: You gave yourself your own nickname? You can't do that.
- Digger Wells: Who died and made you Queen?
- Dean Winchester: What's that smell? Is that soap? Did you clean?
- Bobby Singer: What are you, my mother? Bite me!
- Dean Winchester: You got any more ammo? I'm low.
- Bobby Singer: Yeah, we got plenty. Just run back past the zombies. It's in the van where we left it.
- Dean Winchester: A simple no would've been fine.
- Sheriff Jody Mills: What'd you say your jurisdiction here was again?
- Dean Winchester: Our jurisdiction is wherever the United States government sends us.
- Sheriff Jody Mills: Uh yeah. How about me and your supervisor have a little chat about that?
- Sam Winchester: Absolutely.
- [He pulls a business card from his jacket and hands it to the sheriff who dials a number on her cell. Cut to Bobby's house where a phone is ringing]
- Bobby Singer: [Picks up the phone marked FBI] Agent Willis speaking.
- Sheriff Jody Mills: Agent Willis, this is Sheriff Jody Mills of-
- [with a quizzical look]
- Sheriff Jody Mills: Bobby?
- Bobby Singer: [under his breath] Oh... Excuse me?
- Sheriff Jody Mills: [sternly after giving Sam and Dean a look] Is this Bobby Singer?
- [Sam and Dean give each other a worried look]
- Bobby Singer: Listen, I don't who this is, but this is Agent Tom Willis of the FBI.
- Sheriff Jody Mills: Bull crap!
- [Disconnects the call and looks at Sam and Dean who have "We're busted" looks on their faces]
- Sheriff Jody Mills: FBI, huh?
- Sam Winchester: So uh, so you know Bobby Singer.
- Dean Winchester: That- that is... a fun coincidence.
- [chuckles]
- Sheriff Jody Mills: Here's what I know about Bobby Singer. He's a menace around here. Assful of drunk and disorderlies, and mail fraud. You understanding me?
- Dean Winchester: [quietly, chagrined, while Sam looks down, embarrassed] I think we all can agree that you've made yourself perfectly clear, yes.
- Sheriff Jody Mills: So whatever the three of you are planning, it ends here. *Now.* 10-4 on that? Agents?
- Dean Winchester: Yeah.
- [Smiles at her then shakes his head when she leaves]
- Bobby Singer: [Sam and Dean join Bobby at the funeral pyre for his wife] So... thinking maybe I should apologize for losing my head back there.
- Sam Winchester: Bobby, you don't owe us anything.
- Dean Winchester: Hey look, I don't know squat from shinola about love, but... at least you got to spend 5 days with her... Right?
- Bobby Singer: Right. Which makes things... about a thousand times worse.
- [sighs heavily]
- Bobby Singer: She was the love of my life...
- [voice breaking]
- Bobby Singer: How many times do I gotta kill her?
- Clay Thompson: You were gonna kill me.
- Dean Winchester: You're a zombie.
- Clay Thompson: I'm a taxpayer.