Sasha Barrese credited as playing...
Casey
- Casey: So you see? Is my kind really all that different from yours?
- Dean Winchester: Well, except that, uh, you know, demons are evil.
- Casey: And humans are such a lovable bunch? Dick Cheney.
- Dean Winchester: He one of yours?
- Casey: Not yet. But let's just say he's got a parking spot reserved for him downstairs.
- Casey: Why Dean, if I didn't know better I'd say that was lust in your eyes. Well that would be one way to spend the time... But I don't think you'd respect me in the morning.
- Dean Winchester: That's okay. I mean, hey, I barely respect you now.
- Casey: Oh right, Sam. Everyone says he's the brains of the outfit.
- Dean Winchester: Everyone?
- Casey: Sure. You Winchester boys are famous. Not Lohan famous, but you know.
- Casey: Why don't you relax.
- Dean Winchester: Why don't you kiss my ass.
- Casey: Why Dean, you're a poet. I had no idea.
- Casey: Kind of funny, don't you think? You and me sitting here like a couple of regular folk.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, it's hilarious. You know, in that apocalyptic sort of way.
- Casey: What can I get you boys?
- Dean Winchester: What's your specialty?
- Casey: I make a mean hurricane.
- Dean Winchester: [smirks] I guess we'll see about that.
- Sam Winchester: [looks at Dean and chuckles] You drink hurricanes?
- Dean Winchester: I do now.
- Casey: Lose something?
- Dean Winchester: Why do you demons have such smart mouths?
- Casey: It's a gift.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, let's see if you're still smiling when I send your ass back to Hell.
- Casey: [dean has just failed at trying the exorcism from memory] nice try but i think you just ordered a pizza.