Supernatural (TV Series)
Weekend at Bobby's (2010)
Jim Beaver: Bobby Singer
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Quotes
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Bobby Singer : [On the phone with a hunter] Doesn't sound like our kind of thing. Better drop a dime to the FBI.
[Hangs up. His "FBI" phone rings. Bobby answers]
Bobby Singer : Willis, FBI.
[pause]
Bobby Singer : No, Garth, not me the FBI, the *real* FBI! How are you still alive?
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Marcy Ward : I love scary movies! Have you seen Drag Me To Hell?
Bobby Singer : Trying to avoid it.
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[Rufus buried an okami in Bobby's junkyard]
Bobby Singer : [on the phone] Your Okami ain't dead.
Rufus Turner : Of course it is.
Bobby Singer : Did you use a bamboo dagger?
Rufus Turner : Of course!
Bobby Singer : Blessed by a Shinto priest?
Rufus Turner : I'm not an imbecile, Bobby.
Bobby Singer : Did you stab it seven times?
Rufus Turner : [pause] Five times.
Bobby Singer : It's seven!
Rufus Turner : No, I'm pretty sure it's five.
Bobby Singer : Clearly it's seven times; the damn hole is empty.
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Crowley : Feels good to get it off my chest. We should make this a thing.
Bobby Singer : Do I look like Dr. Phil to you?
Crowley : A little.
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Bobby Singer : Monsters lately, is it me or is it weird?
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Bobby Singer : I appreciate you boys lending a hand.
Dean Winchester : Hey, any time we get to punk Crowley works for us.
Sam Winchester : Yeah.
Bobby Singer : Still... knowing how much you love flying, the friendly skies... I guess a nine-hour plane trip was no picnic. You drink your way through it?
Dean Winchester : I was fine.
Sam Winchester : No. He white-knuckled his way through four puke bags.
Dean Winchester : Well, at least I was sober. Some nutjob decided to try something, I was ready. I had a fork.
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Agent Adams : Have you seen this man, Rufus Turner AKA Luther Vandross AKA Ruben Studdard.
Bobby Singer : No. Never seen that dick.
Agent Adams : How do you know he's a dick?
Bobby Singer : Lucky guess
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Bobby Singer : Crowley's name.
Crossroads Demon : Okay. Okay. MacLeod. Fergus MacLeod. Swear. We call him Lucky the Leprechaun behind his back.
Bobby Singer : MacLeod's Scottish, Einstein.
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Bobby Singer : Crowley let slip that he likes Craig. It's, um-...
Rufus Turner : It's Scotch. Only made and sold in a tiny area on the north tip of Caithness County. It's peaty and sharp with a long finish of citrus and tobacco notes.
[Bobby stares at him]
Rufus Turner : What? What am I, a heathen? I know what Craig is.
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Crowley : You didn't read your contract?
Bobby Singer : The hell you talking about, contract?
[Writing appears on his skin]
Crowley : Paragraph 18, subsection B, which is on your naughty bits.
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Crowley : I thought when I got the corner office, it was all going to be rainbows and two-headed puppies. But if I'm being honest, it's been hell.
Bobby Singer : I thought that was the point.
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Bobby Singer : What's your poison, Your Highness?
Crowley : Craig, aged 30 years at least. Been drinking it since grade school.
Bobby Singer : Well, I got old rotgut, aged six days.
Crowley : Swill like that is gonna burn a hole in your soul. Oh, sorry. My soul.