Rachel Miner: Meg Masters

Goodbye Stranger

Meg Masters

Meg: Why are you so sweet on me, Clarence?
Castiel: I don't know. And I still don't know who Clarence is.
Meg: Would it kill you to watch a movie, read a book?
Castiel: A movie, no. But with a book with the proper spells - yeah, it could, theoretically, kill me.

Meg: So, your noodle's back in order?
Castiel: Yeah, my... noodle remembers everything. I think it's a pretty good noodle.
Meg: Really?
[with a suggestive look]
Meg: You remember everything?
Castiel: ...If you're referring to the Pizza Man... Yes, I remember the Pizza Man. And it's a good memory.

Meg: You ever miss the apocalypse?
Castiel: No, why would I miss the end of times?
Meg: I miss the simplicity. I was bad, you were good, life was easier. Now it's all so messy. I'm kinda good - which sucks - and you're kinda bad - which is actually all manner of hot!
[pause; Cas looks at her quizzically]
Meg: We survive this...
[seductively]
Meg: I'm gonna order some pizza and we're gonna move some furniture around, you understand?
Castiel: [shaking his head] No, I... I...
[pause; Meg raises her brows suggestively]
Castiel: Wait, actually... yes, I...
Dean Winchester: [abruptly walking into the room] Alright! Let's roll, campers!

Castiel: [bandaging Meg's wrist] These wounds have festered.
Meg: [winking at him] You really do know how to make a girl's nethers quiver, don't you?
Castiel: I am aware of how to do that.
[pause]
Castiel: Although it doesn't usually involve cleaning wounds.
Meg: Why are you so sweet on me, Clarence?
Castiel: I don't know... And I still don't know who Clarence is.

Meg: Wait, hold on. There's one part I don't understand. You hit a dog and stopped. Why?
Sam Winchester: That whole story... and *that's* your take away?

Sam Winchester: I'm fine.
Dean Winchester: No, you're not fine. You haven't been fine since the first trial. That's why I called Cas.
Meg: Trial?
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: Shut up, Meg.

Meg: [about Sam's story about how he spent the last year] I heard the rest. You fell in love with a unicorn. It was beautiful, then sad, then sadder. I laughed, I cried, I puked in my mouth a little.

Dean Winchester: Why lie?
Meg: Buy myself some time, dummy. Try to find a way to get free.
Sam Winchester: Wait, so... A bunch of innocent people died so you could... buy yourself some time?
Meg: Hi. I'm Meg. I'm a demon.

Meg: You don't want to say, fine. But remember, I spent time in that walking corpse of yours. I know your sad, little thoughts and feelings.
Sam Winchester: ...That's creepy.

Meg: There. That's where the crypt was.
Sam Winchester: What's there now?
Meg: Do I look like Google to you? None of these buildings were here way back in the day. Figure it out, genius

Crowley: Timon and Pumbaa tell you their big plan? Did they share that little chestnut with you? They mean to close the Gates of Hell, sweetheart. They mean to kill me and all the demons -- you included.
Meg: You had me at "kill you," Crowley.

Dean Winchester: So, I got to ask. Um... What's up with the hair?
Meg: Thanks for noticing, Dean. But this wasn't my idea. It was Crowley's. And it's just another reason I want to stab him in the face.