Sam Winchester

— Want some aspirin?
— No thanx House.

— Let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?
— How'd you know?
Susan: Oh, you just look the type. So, uh, a king-size bed?
— What?! No, uh no, we're… Two singles. We're just brothers.

— I hate witches. They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere…
— Pretty much.
— It's creepy, y'know, it's downright unsanitary!

— People believe in Santa Claus — why aren't I getting hooked up every Christmas?
— 'Cause you're a bad person.

— You remember Cinderella? The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?
— Dude! Could you be more gay? Don't answer that.

— But until we get you back on the soul train, I'll be your conscience. Okay?
— So you're saying you'll be my Jiminy Cricket.
— Shut up. But yeah, you freakin' puppet. That's exactly what I"m saying.

— Frigging cops.
— They're just doing their job.
— No, they're doing our job. Only they don't know it, so they suck at it.

...how many exist just because people believed in them?

— I'm just saying we landed in some dimension where you're Jensen Ackles, and I'm something called a Jared Padalecki.
— So what, now you're Polish?!

— I think there's something weird going on here.
— Yeah – she wasn't even that into me!

— How you feeling 'bout this?
— Honestly? Feels like we're taking a big, probably stupid risk. Feels good.