Supernatural Season 1 Episode 2

Ranger Wilkinson: You boys aren't planning to go out near Black Water Ridge by any chance?
Sam: Oh, no sir. We're Environmental Study Majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper.
Dean: Recycle, man.
Ranger Wilkinson: Bull.

Sam: So, Black Water Ridge is pretty remote. It's cut off by these canyons, here. The rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.
Dean: Dude, check out the size of this frigin' bear.
Sam: And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure.

Sam: So, we got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one, wanna kill this evil son of a bitch.
Dean: Well hell, you know I'm in.

Dean: Since when are you all shoot first, ask questions later, anyway?
Sam: Since now.

Haley: You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers, so who the hell are you?
Dean: Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat.
Haley: Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?
Dean: I'm telling you now. Besides, that's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. Ever. So we okay?
Haley: Yeah, okay.
Dean: And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions? (pulls out peanut M&Ms and walks away)

(playing a video game)
Brad: Dude, you're cheating.
Gary: Nope, you just suck.

Sam: We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you.
Roy: You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you goodnight.
Sam: Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid, sorry ass out of here.
Roy: (laughs) You know you're crazy, right?

Sam: We can not let that Haley girl go out there.
Dean: Oh, yeah? What are we gonna tell her? She can't go into the woods because of a big, scary monster?
Sam: Yeah.

Dean: Chow time, you freaky bastard. Yeah, that's right, bring it on baby. I taste good.

Dean: You okay?
Sam: Yeah, I'm fine.
Dean: Another nightmare? (Sam clears throat) You wanna drive for a while?
Sam: Dean, your whole life, you never once asked me that.

Sam: How do you do it? How does Dad do it?
Dean: Well for one, them. (looks at Haley and her brother) I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable. And I tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sons-of-bitches as I possibly can.

Haley: You're rangers?
Dean: That's right.
Haley: And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?
Dean: Oh, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.

Dean: Hey, you want some white meat, bitch?!? I'm right here!

Haley: So really, I don't know how to thank you. (Dean gives her "the look") Must you cheapen the moment?
Dean: Yeah.