Dean Winchester: Fake 911 phone call, Sammy, I dunno, that's pretty illegal.
Dean Winchester: Du can pretend all Du want, Sammy. But sooner oder later you're gonna have to face up to who Du really are.
Sam Winchester: And who's that?
Dean Winchester: One of us.
Sam Winchester: No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life.
Dean Winchester: Well, Du have a responsibility.
Sam Winchester: To dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone. And she isn't coming back.
Dean Winchester: [slams Sam into bridge] Don't talk about her like that.
Sam Winchester: Du smell like a toliet.
Sam Winchester: Du know there's EVP on that.
Dean Winchester: Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?
Dean Winchester: Does Jessica know? Does she know the things you've done?
Sam Winchester: No. And she's never going to know.
Dean Winchester: Well that's healthy!
Dean drags himself from the river
Sam Winchester: Dean, Hey are Du all right?
Dean Winchester: I'm super.
Sam Winchester: [answers phone] What?
Dean Winchester: Dude. Five-O. Take off.
Dean Winchester: You're such a control freak!
Sheriff: So, Du want to give us your real name?
Dean Winchester: I told Du it's Nugent. Ted Nugent.
1983: Mary has just been engulfed Von feuer on the ceiling of Sam's nusery which is up in flames. John picks baby Sam up and is met in the hall Von 4 Jahr old Dean. John hands Sam to him:
John Winchester: Take your brother outside as fast as Du can! Don't look back! Now Dean, go!
Deputy: Du two are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?
Dean Winchester: Thanks, that's awfully kind of you.
Dean Winchester: I am Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamill.
The Woman in White: Take me home...
Dean: Whoa, easy, tiger.
Sam: Dean? (Dean laughs) (breathing heavily) Du scared the crap out of me.
Dean: That's because you're out of practice. (Sam retaliates, pinning Dean down) (laughs) oder not. Get off me.
Sam: What the hell are Du doing here?
Dean: I was looking for a beer.
Sam: ...What the hell are Du doing here?
Dean: Okay, alright. We gotta talk.
Sam: Um...the phone?
Dean: If I had called, would Du have picked up?
Jess in a tight blue Smurf hemd, shirt and short white panties.
Dean: I Liebe the Smurfs. Du know, I gotta tell you, Du are completely out of my brother's league.
Jess: Just let me put something on.
Dean: No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it...seriously.
Sam: No. No, whatever Du wanna say, Du can say it in front of her.
Dean: Okay...um...Dad hasn't been Home in a few days.
Sam: So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner oder later.
Dean: Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been Home in a few days.
Sam: ...Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.
Sam: I mean, come on, Du can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you.
Dean: You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need Du to help me find him.
Sam: I swore I was done hunting for good.
Dean: Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad.
Sam: Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45.
Dean: Well, what was he supposed to do?
Sam: I was nine years old. He was supposed to say, "Don't be afraid of the dark."
Dean: Don't be afraid of the dark? What, are Du kidding me? Of course Du should be afraid of the dark! Du know what's out there!
Sam: Dad let Du go on a hunting trip Von yourself?
Dean: I'm twenty-six, dude.
Dean: So what are Du gonna do? Just live some normal, apfel, apple pie life? Is that it?
Sam: No. Not normal. Safe.
Dean: And that's why Du ran away? (sounds disgusted)
Sam: I was just going to college. It was dad who sagte if I was gonna go, I should stay gone, and that's what I'm doing.
Dean: I can't do this alone.
Sam: Yes, Du can.
Dean: (looks down and away) Well, I don't want to.
Dean: In almost two years I never bothered you, never asked Du for a thing.
Jess: Wait, you're taking off? Is this about your dad? Is he alright?
Sam: Yeah, Du know, just a little family drama.
Jess: Your brother sagte he's on some kind of hunting trip?
Sam: Oh, yeah. He's just deer hunting up at the cabin. He's probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose along with him. We're just going to go and bring him back.
Sam Winchester: So how'd Du pay for that stuff? Du and dad still running credit card scams?
Dean Winchester: Yeah, well. Hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards.
Sam Winchester: And what names did Du write on the applications this time?
Dean Winchester: Uh... Burt Aframian... and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal.
Sam: Dude, Du gotta update your cassette tape collection.
Sam: Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?! It's the greatest hits of mullet rock.
Dean: House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake hole.
Sam: Du know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?
Dean: Sorry, can't hear you. The music's too loud.
Sam: So what's the theory?
Ranger Wilkinson: Seriously? We don't know. Serial murder, kidnapping ring...
Dean: Well, that's exactly the kinda crack police work I'd expect outta Du guys.
Sheriff: Can I help you, boys?
Dean Winchester: No, sir, we were just leaving.
Two FBI agents walk past them
Dean Winchester: Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.
Sam: Car alright?
Dean: Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now. That Constance chick - what a bitch!
Sam: Hey, Dean. What I sagte earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.
Dean: (holds up hand to stop Sam) No chick flick moments.
Cop: So. Fake US Marshall. Fake credit cards. Du got anything that's real?
Dean Winchester: My boots.
Deputy: [slamming Dean on the haube of his car] Du have the right to remain silent...
Policeman: I'm not sure Du realize just how much trouble you're in here.
Dean: We talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or, uh... "squeal like a pig" kind of trouble?
Policeman: Du got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, Du are officially a suspect.
Dean: That makes sense. 'Cause when the first one went missing in '82, I was three.
Dean: Nice work, Sammy.
Sam: (painful laughing) Yeah, wish I could say the same for you. What were Du thinking, shooting Casper in the face, Du freak?
Dean: Hey, saved your ass! (looks at his car) I'll tell Du another thing. If Du screwed up my car, I'll kill you.
Sam: We got work to do.