You're gonna lose your soul.

It's time to do business!

I have Nine Lives, you nove One Only Think!

Just because you can do what you want doesn't mean that you get to do whatever you want!

— When you betray us, I'll be the one to carve out your heart.
— Oh, Cas, such a flirt.

His name is Misha!… Misha?! Misha? Jensen? …What's with names around here?

— I left your flask in the back seat. The worst mascot in the world.

— …I'm dead.
— My condolences.

Now this is going to be so mach fun!

As long as I'm araund, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.

— So, fake U. S. Marshall. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?
— My boobs.

Easier... to hurt people I love?
Easier to hurt people you don't... remember... loving.

You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It’s Sam, okay?

— We can't just waste 'em with a headshot?
— Dude, you've been watching way too many Romero flicks.

— Dean, you should stay back.
— No argument here. I’ve had my head screwed with enough for one day.