- Bobby Singer: Well, that's the bad news. Our pal Cass didn't stop in last night just to mend fences.
- Dean Winchester: What did he do?
- Bobby Singer: Stole something.
- Dean Winchester: What?
- Bobby Singer: The journal of one Moishe Campbell.
- Sam Winchester: "Moishe"?
- Bobby Singer: Of the New York Campbells.
- Sam Winchester: Uh, so we gotta get it back, right?
- Bobby Singer: Or just read the copy I already made. Hi. Glad to meet you. Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.
- Dean Winchester: All right, so, whose this Phillips guy?
- Bobby Singer: Phillips isn't his last name. It's Lovecraft.
- Sam Winchester: Wait. H.P. Lovecraft? Let me see that.
- Dean Winchester: Am I suppose to know who that is?
- Bobby Singer: Horror writer? "At the Mountains of Madness," "The Call of Cthulu."
- Dean Winchester: Yeah. No. No, I'm... I was too busy having sex with women.
- Crowley: God, how long's it been, Dean? Since my so-called demise, yes?
- Dean Winchester: Crowley, let them go now. Or I swear...
- Crowley: Right, right. You'll rip me a cornucopia of orifices.
- Judah: A-are you working on this with the other guy?
- Bobby Singer: Other guy?
- Judah: Yeah, uh, you know, trench coat, looks like Columbo, talks like Rain Man?
- Bobby Singer: Right. W-we're... competitors. Rival magazines.
- Judah: They were getting together that night to perform a ritual. Something big.
- Bobby Singer: Define "big".
- Judah: Not much. Just open a door into another dimension.
- Bobby Singer: Why would they do that?
- Judah: To see what's out there, you know. Maybe it's friendly.
- Bobby Singer: It's never friendly!
- Westborough: Do you believe in monsters?
- Bobby Singer: Yup.
- Westborough: You know, you go saying that, they'll lock you in here rest of your life.
- Balthazar: Crowley's angel-proofed the whole bloody building. I guess he doesn't trust Cass. That marriage is going swimmingly.
- Balthazar: Do I look like a manservant to you? No? No. Then quit ringing for me, please.
- Sam Winchester: This is important.
- Balthazar: I was drinking a '75 Dom out of a soprano's navel. *That* was important.
- Balthazar: I know I'm going to live to regret this, but... I'm officially... on your team. You bastards.
- Dean Winchester: And we should believe you why?
- Balthazar: Would you believe I had a shred of decency?
- Sam Winchester: No.
- Balthazar: Aww. That hurts. Okay. You're right.
- Bobby Singer: You're not exactly from Milwaukee, are you?
- Dr. Eleanor Visyak: Not exactly.
- Bobby Singer: And not that I'd have minded, but you kind of fibbed about your age too.
- Dr. Eleanor Visyak: Just slightly. Nine hundred years.
- Dean Winchester: Crowley and Cass took two people who are very important to me.
- Balthazar: And I care about this because...?
- Dean Winchester: Because maybe there is a shred of decency underneath this snarky crap.
- [Balthazar sips drink]
- Dean Winchester: They're innocent people and I'm asking for your help.
- Balthazar: Hmm. I see. Fair enough.
- [Disappears]
- Crowley: As long as I have the woman and the boy your fop-coiffed little heroes will be scouring the Earth for them. Therefore not you and not me. Everybody wins.
- Bobby Singer: I hear you have a large collection of Lovecraft's private letters.
- Judah: Yeah. World's largest.
- Bobby Singer: Wow, you must be catnip to the ladies.
- Judah: I'm in a long-term online relationship, so...
- Balthazar: Drinking your feelings, Sam? I thought that was your brother's bag.
- Sam Winchester: Stressful times.