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"Yeah, I want this rawhead extra frickin’ crispy."
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"Have آپ ever actually watched daytime TV? It’s terrible."
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"That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I’m gonna hunt that little کتیا, کتيا down."
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"Hey, آپ better take care of that car. Or, I swear, I’ll haunt your ass."
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"I don’t think that’s funny." "Oh, come on, it’s a little funny."
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"Well, I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot."
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"Sam called. He کہا آپ wanted to say goodbye." "I’m gonna grab a soda.
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"By old friend, آپ mean….?" "A friend that's not new."
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"..how it ended.(Sam smiles.)Would آپ stop?(Sam continues.)Blink یا something."
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I miss conversations that didn’t start with “this killer truck”.
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"Burning the body did nothing?" "Oh, sure it did. Now it’s really pissed."
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"How the hell am I supposed to burn a truck, Dean?" "Figure something out."
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"Where are you?" "I’m in the middle of nowhere, with a killer truck on my ass!"
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"Maybe! What if آپ were wrong?" "Honestly, that thought hadn’t occurred to me.
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"“Well, that honestly didn’t occur to me”. I’m gonna kill him."
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(stunned) "You loved her." "Oh God."
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"Why would آپ have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?"
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"I gotta say, آپ look like crap." "Nice. Thanks."
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(Wearing priest outfits.) "This has got to be a whole new low for us."
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"May we come in?" "We're very sorry for your loss."
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"We just have...dark spots." "Our dark spots are pretty dark." "You're-dark."
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"So, he’s psychic? He’s a spoon-bender?"
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"I say, “Lock him up, officer, he kills with the power of his mind.”"
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"Dean, I’ve been thinking." "Well, that’s never a good thing."
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"Where?" "Vegas.What? Come on, man. Craps table. We’d clean up."
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"Yeah, آپ really know how to have fun, don’t you, Grandma?"
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"Yeah, Dean. The black بھیڑوں, بھیڑ of the family. Handsome, though."
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"I don’t know. The country, I think. Smells like the country."
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"Psycho hillbilly rednecks, آپ ask me. Lookin’ for love in the wrong place"
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"Don’t….call me….Sammy!"
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"You’re a civilian. And a felon, I think. I’m not taking آپ with me."
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"I gotta start carrying paper clips."
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"Oh, these locks look like they’re gonna be a bitch."
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"'Just people' jumped you? Must be gettin’ a little rusty there, kiddo."
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"...there’s rules, there’s patterns. But with people, they’re just crazy."
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"I’ll say it again—demons I get. People are crazy."
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(Dean looks at a unrecognizable item in jar.) "Yikes."
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(to Jared) "I’m gonna kick your پچھواڑے, گدا first. (He points to Lee.) Then yours."
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"Oh, آپ gotta be kiddin’ me. This is it? آپ yahoos hunt people?"
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"You're a sick puppy."
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"Yeah, well, don’t sell yourself short. You’re plenty sloppy."
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"If I tell you, آپ promise not to make me into an ashtray?"
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"Yeah, how ‘bout it’s not nice to marry your sister?"
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"Oh, eat me. No, no, no, wait, wait—you actually might."
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