Supernatural (TV Series)

Do You Believe in Miracles (2014)

Curtis Armstrong: Metatron, Marv

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• Dean Winchester : You can save the humble-pie Jesus routine for somebody who gives a damn.

  Metatron : The problem with you, Dean, is the cynicism. Always with the cynicism. But most people - even the real belly crawlers living in filth... or Brentwood... they don't want to be cynical. They just want something to believe in.

  Dean Winchester : And that'd be you.

  Metatron : Why not me?

  Dean Winchester : You've been working those people outside, for what, a day? They've already spilled blood in your name. You were nothing but Bernie Madoff with wings.

  Metatron : So I'm a fake. Do you have any idea how much pan-cake makeup and soft lighting it took to get God to work a rope-line? He hated it. And, you know, humans sense that. So they prayed harder and longer and fought more wars in His name. And for what? So they could die of malaria? Leukemia? And all the while, blaming themselves! "Oh, if only I had been more prayerful. God would have loved me. God would have saved me." You know what? God didn't even know their name! But I do. Because I've walked among them. And I can save them.

  Dean Winchester : Sure, you can. So long as your mug is in every Bible and "What Would Metatron Do?" is on every bumper.

  Metatron : What, are you blaming me for giving them for what they want, giving them a brand they can believe in?

  Dean Winchester : I'm blaming you for Kevin! I'm blaming you for taking Cass' grace. Hell, I'm blaming you for the Cubs not a winning a World Series in the last 100 freaking years. Whatever it is... I'm blaming you.

  Metatron : The First Blade. Nasty piece of work, isn't she? Okay, let's say you win, Dean, and I die. What's the world left with then, hmm? A herd of panty-wasted angels and you? Half out of your mind with lord knows what pumping through those veins?

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, you said, the only thing you said that went into my ear was that you die.

  Metatron : Ohh. Fine. We'll fight. I don't know what you expect is gonna come of all this. Unless... that's why you're stalling. Because you know nothing's gonna come of this unless your pal's succeed upstairs. Well, here's a news flash - Humpty and Dumpty are starring in their very own version of "Locked Up Abroad: Heaven" right now.

  [Dean takes a swing of the blade, Metratron stops him in mid-swing, Dean then punches him] 

  Metatron : Wow, that big blade and that... douchey tribal tat sure gave you some super juice. Whoo! Okay.

• Metatron : You know, while you could never pull it together, Castiel, why you're sitting here while your grace slowly burning away and your reputation long extinguished? No curiosity. You didn't read enough. You never learned how to tell a good story.

  Castiel : But you did.

  [Reveals the whole conversation was being broadcast to all the angels] 

• Metatron : Well played, Castiel. Obviously, you and Gadreel managed to turn a few dead-enders against me.

  Castiel : Gadreel is dead.

  Metatron : Ah. So Gadreel bites the dust. And the angel tablet - arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe - is in pieces, and for what again? Oh, that's right - to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was about saving one human, right? Well, guess what. He's dead, too. And you're sitting in my chair.

• Castiel : You will never get away with this.

  Metatron : Get away with what? You told a silly story to a group of less-than-believers. I'll clean up your mess in an hour.

  Castiel : You give our brothers and sisters far too little credit. They will soon learn that you have been playing them.

  Metatron : And then? They will do nothing because they are frightened little sheep following my crook wherever it leads. And where I'm taking them, back to our rightful place atop this mountain of human shame and excrement - when that happens, trust me, they're not gonna care how they get there.

• Metatron : [voices echoes in radio]  Hello? This is Metatron.

  Neil : More reverb.

  Metatron : Because I'm Lou Gehrig?

• Homeless Woman : [to Homeless Angel, referring to Metatron]  Shut your mouth! Angels? Scribe of God? Please.

  Homeless Angel : It's true.

  Homeless Woman : What's true is what I can see with my own two eyes. You wanna call him pathetic, common? Be my guest; who here isn't? But who here has the gift that this man has? Do you know what he did?

  Homeless Angel : I'm afraid if you've seen what I've seen, you'd think of him as nothing more than... an abomination.

  George : Abomination? Try miracle worker.

  [Metatron gives look of discontent] 

  Homeless Woman : Try Messiah.

  Metatron : Better.

• Metatron : Most people -- even the real belly crawlers living in filth... Or Brentwood... They don't want to be cynical.

• Metatron : This is a story, Neil, a marvelous story, full of love and heartbreak and... love.

  Neil : Sort of like "The Notebook"? I love The Notebook.

  Metatron : Uh... No.

• Neil : You've just reunited all the angels under the banner of heaven. I mean, that's like...

  Metatron : Winning a People's Choice Award? Not quite the real deal, now, is it?

• Metatron : Do you have any idea how much pan-cake makeup and soft lighting it took to get God to work a rope line? He hated it. And, you know, humans sense that. So they prayed harder and longer and fought more wars in his name. And for what? So they could die of malaria? Leukemia? And all the while, blaming themselves! Oh, if only I'd been more prayerful, God would have loved me! God would have saved me! You know what? God didn't even know their name! But I do. Because I've walked among them. And I can save them.

  Dean Winchester : Sure, you can. So long as your mug is in every Bible and What would Metatron do? is on every bumper.

• Metatron : Wow, that big blade and that douchey tribal tat sure gave you some super juice. Whoo!