- Sam Winchester: You remember when, uh... when Dad took us to the bottom of the Grand Canyon on that pack-mule ride?
- Dean Winchester: The what?
- Sam Winchester: And your, uh - mule kept farting, just letting go, like gale force.
- Dean Winchester: Dude, you were like four years old. *I* barely remember that.
- Sam Winchester: [laughs] You rode a farty donkey.
- Metatron: But really, really... It was your storytelling. That is the true flower of free will, at least as you've mastered it so far. When you create stories, you become Gods of tiny, intricate dimensions unto themselves.
- Metatron: So many worlds. I have read as much as it's possible for an angel to read, and I haven't caught up.
- Dean Winchester: Come on, man. It's me.
- [Kevin sprays him with holy water]
- Dean Winchester: Now it's wet me.
- Dean Winchester: John Winchester's famous cure-all kitchen-sink stew. There you go. Enough cayenne pepper in there to burn your lips off, like Dad used to make.
- [Sam ignores tray]
- Dean Winchester: You want me to do the whole, uh, airplane thing with the spoon?
- Crowley: How did you figure it out?
- Kevin Tran: It started when they forgot the secret knock. But really, it... was the way they acted. I don't think on their best day Sam and Dean would go into town and get me a barbecue dinner, not when there are leftover burritos in the fridge.
- Crowley: So... my demons were too polite?
- Kevin Tran: Yeah.
- Crowley: Well, I'll be a son of a whore.
- Dean Winchester: You think that this Metatron is hiding out in the mountains with a bunch of Indians?
- Sam Winchester: Yeah. Yeah, I do.
- [pause]
- Sam Winchester: Also... you're not really supposed to say "Indians," it's...
- [Gives up]
- Sam Winchester: We should go.
- Metatron: Who sent you?
- Sam Winchester: We came on our own. We're the Winchesters.
- Dean Winchester: I'm Dean, this is Sam.
- Metatron: You work for Michael? Or Lucifer?
- Sam Winchester: [Surprised and slightly offended] What, you really haven't heard of us? What kind of angel are you, we're- we're the freaking Winchesters.
- Ion: He's using a clever tactic. It's a restaurant called Biggerson's. Humans have built hundreds of them, almost exactly alike.
- Naomi: What are you talking about?
- Ion: It's their sameness. Castiel is using it against us. We try to orient ourselves, but it's as if we're in *every* Biggerson's at once... trapped in a quantum superposition.
- Naomi: You're saying that you can't catch him?
- Ion: ...There's just so *many* Biggerson's.
- Demon Dean: The kid told us where the other half was, but it... wasn't. Dab of crap tricked us, sent us into some kind of Hunter mousetrap.
- Crowley: You jackasses, you're ruining my streak!
- Sam Winchester: [Recounting a book Dean read to him as a young child] I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad, and he was kneeling; light streaming over his face; and I remember thinking, I could never go on a quest like that. Because I'm not clean. I mean,I was just a little kid. You think... maybe I knew? I mean, deep down, that... I had demon blood in me, and about the evil of it, and that I'm- wasn't pure?
- Dean Winchester: Sam, it's not your fault.
- Sam Winchester: It doesn't matter anymore. Because these trials... they're purifying me.
- Crowley: Of course, if I wasn't running everything, I could have played Dean myself.
- Demon Technician: Oh, you would have made a great Dean, sir.
- Crowley: That's right, Cass. I got me an angel on the payroll. It's that kind of universe these days
- Sam Winchester: I'm gonna follow the hotel manager, Dr. Scowley-Scowl. He's like a villain from Scooby-Doo.
- Dean Winchester: "Cure a demon". Okay, ignoring the fact that I have no idea what that actually means, if we- if we do this, you get better, right? I mean, you stop trying to cough up a lung, and bumping into furniture?
- Metatron: I'm not one of them. I'm not an archangel. Really more run-of-the-mill. I worked in the secretarial pool before God chose me to take down the Word. He seemed very worried about his work, what would happen to it when he left, so he had me write down instructions. Then, he was gone. After that, the archangels took over.
- [Sits and continues]
- Metatron: And they cried, and they wailed. They wanted their father back. I mean, we all did. But then... then they started to scheme. The archangels decided if they couldn't have Dad, they'd take over the universe themselves.
- Naomi: [to Castiel] You're the famous spanner in the works. Honestly, I think you came off the line with a crack in your chassis. You have never done what you were told; not completely. You don't even die right, do you?