- Sam Winchester: Bobby was right. Your head's not in it, man. When Cass died you were wobbly, but now...
- Dean Winchester: Now what? Oh, what, you're dealing with this so perfect? Yeah! News flash, pal. You're just as screwed up as I am! You're just... bigger.
- Sam Winchester: ....What?
- Professor Morrison: Is the FBI offering suitable remuneration?
- Sam Winchester: The respect of a grateful nation.
- Dean Winchester: And a good word with the I.R.S.
- Professor Morrison: Fascinating. Truly. And actually, rather accomplished draftsmanship.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, if you get past the fact that it was carved into a guy's body.
- Dean Winchester: I'll admit, it could be in the general vicinity of the ballpark of our kind of thing.
- Sam Winchester: Yeah, uh, "didn't match anything human" usually seals the deal for me.
- Sam Winchester: Neighbor said the vic's wife caught him cheating.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, but we're not thinking it's the wife.
- Sam Winchester: Not unless she benches 350 and did the other guys as a warm-up.
- Sam Winchester: Four guys murdered in two weeks, hands and feet cut off.
- Dean Winchester: Well, some guy with a foot fetish run amuck.
- Professor Morrison: It's fascinating.
- Sam Winchester: What's it say?
- Professor Morrison: Oh, I haven't gotten there yet. The paper is handmade. A cellulose, rather like papyrus, which would explain its durability.
- Dean Winchester: I'll go undercover, go mingle amongst the locals, and see what kind of clues bubble to the surface.
- Sam Winchester: You're going to a bar.
- Dean Winchester: Wow. If you want to oversimplify it.
- Professor Morrison: Wherever did you get it?
- Sam Winchester: Uh, uh, uh a crazy drunk old genius.
- Professor Morrison: Yeah, they always have the good stuff.
- Dean Winchester: Where'd you find this guy?
- Sam Winchester: He's supposed to be a top expert in his field.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, when his field includes things that go bump in the night, he's gonna be worth the breath we just wasted.
- Dean Winchester: Why hasn't she called?
- Sam Winchester: Who? Lydia?
- [Scoffs]
- Sam Winchester: Wait, so some girl's actually dumping *you* the morning after?
- Dean Winchester: I think you're enjoying this a little more than you need to.
- Professor Morrison: The FBI isn't paying me enough for this.
- Sam Winchester: All right. I'll sweeten the deal. We'll remove your wiretap.
- Sam Winchester: It makes sense why the Amazons all want to hook up with decent-looking, successful guys.
- Dean Winchester: Oh, they're picky about the gene pool?
- Sam Winchester: Right. So... What was Lydia doing with you?
- Dean Winchester: Well, she may or may not have thought I was a rich investment banker.
- Dean Winchester: Lydia's handing this kid who's calling her mommy over to these two women, right? But this is not a baby. No, no, this kid's got to be 5. And same name -- Emma.
- Sam Winchester: You know, George Foreman named all his sons George.
- Dean Winchester: Are you deliberately messing with me?
- Dean Winchester: I left Bobby's flask over at Lydia's.
- Sam Winchester: Lydia?
- Dean Winchester: My workout partner from last night. Now I've got to go get it.
- Sam Winchester: So, not only do you know her name, you're actually gonna call her?
- Dean Winchester: Bite me.
- Emma: [to Dean] I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. So now someone has to kill someone. You know what? So far, my childhood's been kind of disappointing.
- Emma: You're a good man. My mother told me that.
- Dean Winchester: I seriously doubt she said that. And if you knew me you would seriously doubt it's true.
- Dean Winchester: I know Bobby's got a Grecian encyclopedia of weird in here. I saw it last time I was looking through this stupid... Would it kill him to have a system?
- Sam Winchester: He had a system. His files are set up like his brain.
- Dean Winchester: I was at her place, man. There was no playpens, no blankets, no rubber ducks.
- Sam Winchester: Right. Like you would have been focused on that kind of thing.
- Dean Winchester: Hey, dude, that's the first thing you notice. Red flags.