Supernatural Season 3 Episode 4

Sam: (on Dean not eating the hamburger in front of him) You do realize there is red meat within striking distance, right?

Dean: (referring to Richie) No way he gets a girl like that. I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel.

Richie: Wow, this is, er, charming. You sure you wouldn't be more comfortable in a bedroom, or my motel room? I mean, not for nothing, but you know... I got oils.
Casey: But I have toys.
Richie: Yeah, no, toys trump oils.

Dean: (about the Colt) So if we wanna go check out these omens in Ohio, think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?
Bobby: Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise it'll kill you.

Sam: No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?
Father Gil: Like it or not, you go where your flock is.
Casey: Plus the clergy drinks for free.

Dean: (trying an exorcism from memory) Spiritus emundi, undalara, persona tote… (trails off, lost)
Casey: Nice try but I think you just ordered a pizza.

Bartender: What's wrong with you? Think I'm gonna give you a coworker's address just so you can go over there and get your freaky peeping tom rocks off? (Sam hands him money) Corner of Piermont and Clinton. Have fun.

Dean: Azazel?
Casey: What, you think his friends just called him Yellow-Eyes? He had a name.

Sam: For some reason, you're fighting on our side. Why is that, again?
Ruby: Go screw yourself, that's why.

Dean: There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach.
Sam: Sorry, Hef, maybe next time.

Dean: All you demons have such smart mouths.
Casey: It's a gift.

Casey: You Winchester boys are famous. Not Lohan famous, but you know.

Casey: Why Dean. if I didn't know better, I'd say that's lust in your eyes. Well, it would be one way to spend the time. But I don't think you'd respect me in the morning.
Dean: That's okay: I mean hey, I barely respect you now.

Ruby: (to Sam) On the bright side, I'll be there with you - that little fallen angel on your shoulder.

Dean: Think something's wrong with my brother?
Bobby: Nah. Demons lie. I'm sure Sam's okay.
Dean: (doubtfully) Yeah.

Casey: So you see? Is my kind really really all that different than yours?
Dean: Well, except that, uh, demons are evil.
Casey: And humans are such a lovable bunch. Dick Cheney.
Dean: He's one of yours?
Casey: Not yet. Let's just say he's got a parking spot reserved for him downstairs.

Casey: (to Dean) Just this year, you people racked up a body count that amazed even us. Now it's our turn. And this time, we're doing it right.

Casey: Why don't you relax?
Dean: Why don't you kiss my ass?
Casey: Why, Dean, you're a poet. I had no idea.

Dean: Oh, I forgot to mention Richie was a friend of mine, once I realized I could track the GPS in his mobile I wanted to give him a proper burial, better than lying in some skank's basement.

Dean: What are you laughing at, bitch? You're still trapped.
Casey: So are you... bitch.

Bobby: What do you want?
Ruby: Peace on earth, a new shirt...