- Dean Winchester: Dean: Man, I've been slinging pool cues since before you were born.
- Sam Winchester: Sam: What? When you were four? Really? What, between nap time and snack?
- Moira: So, why do you need this luck so bad? Liver failure?
- Sam Winchester: Accursed by God.
- Moira: Life's a bitch, then you die.
- Dean Winchester: The God... literally cursed us.
- Moira: You've met?
- Dean Winchester: Yeah. Little guy, squirrelly as hell.
- Moira: Yeah, that's him.
- Dean Winchester: Alright, you know the deal.
- Moira: What do you say we make it interesting? Okay? You're gonna fight God. That's the stuff of heroes, right? So, you're gonna need the luck of heroes - Hercules, Cuchulain, Gilgamesh. I helped them all. I can help you, too.
- Sam Winchester: What's the catch?
- Moira: Another game. Double or nothing.
- Dean Winchester: Double. That's how the cowboy died.
- Moira: Mm-hmm.
- Sam Winchester: Deal. But not for more luck. For them. If I win, you have to let them go.
- Moira: Honey, I'm not stopping them.
- Sam Winchester: Okay, then *when* I win, you have to give back the luck you stole. Close up shop.
- Moira: What is with you and these losers? They're nothing! They don't matter.
- Sam Winchester: They matter to me.
- Dean Winchester: They matter to us.
- Moira: Well, fine. Rack 'em up.