- Frank Devereaux: Did I mention you look awful?
- Dean Winchester: Yes! Maybe because somebody I cared about just got shot in the head. And this is like- shoving a rock up a hill. And... screw you!
- Frank Devereaux: Here's my advice you didn't ask for. Quit.
- Dean Winchester: What?
- Frank Devereaux: You wanna keep going?
- Dean Winchester: [sternly] I want Dick Roman on a spit.
- Frank Devereaux: [sarcastically] But you're gonna drive yourself into the ground first. Good plan!
- Dean Winchester: [sighs, quietly] I'm not gonna quit. Not even an option. Not gonna walk out on my brother.
- Frank Devereaux: Okay, then fine. Do what I did.
- Dean Winchester: [sarcastically] Huh! What? Go native? Stock up on C rations?
- [Shakes his head, looking away]
- Frank Devereaux: No, cupcake.
- [quietly now]
- Frank Devereaux: What I did when I was 26 and came home to find my wife and two kids gutted on the floor.
- [Dean looks back at Frank, face sober now]
- Frank Devereaux: Decide to be fine til the end of the week. Make yourself smile because... you're alive and that's your job. And do it again the next week.
- Dean Winchester: [after a pause] So, fake it?
- Frank Devereaux: I call it being professional. Do it right. With a smile. Or don't do it.
- Dean Winchester: [wakes up in a chair in Frank's RV] How long was I out?
- Frank Devereaux: About 36 hours.
- Dean Winchester: What? Why didn't you wake me?
- Frank Devereaux: Not your butler!
- Krissy Chambers: What century is this? No one fist bumps anymore.
- Dean Winchester: C'mon. Give it up!
- Krissy Chambers: You're a dweeb
- Dean Winchester: [to Krissy] You could too, you know. Go to college. Be a hunter slash pediatrician.
- Dean Winchester: [Watching Amanda Willer] What was she doing?
- Frank Devereaux: Being a naughty, bossy little girl.
- Dean Winchester: I'd hate to ask for that in the non-porno version.
- Krissy Chambers: Why is that waitress getting into that truck?
- Dean Winchester: I'm not explaining the R-rated crap to you.
- Krissy Chambers: The *front* of the truck, not the back, Dean.
- Dean Winchester: [Answering phone] Sam.
- Krissy Chambers: No. Who's this?
- Dean Winchester: Who's *this*?
- Frank Devereaux: This my little lamb, is coordinates.
- Dean Winchester: Are you sure? To what?
- Frank Devereaux: A field in Wisconsin.
- Dean Winchester: No. No, Bobby didn't give us coordinates to some patch of weeds in Cheeseville.
- Frank Devereaux: You think it's this easy to see inside what's real, and also be bi-polar with delusional ideation? There's no pill for my situation sweetie-pop.
- Dean Winchester: Dick bought some land. We're headed there now.
- Sam Winchester: Wait, wait, wait. You're just gonna drive right up to...
- Dean Winchester: Relax. It's a field, not the Death Star.
- Frank Devereaux: Sure you're not a Leviathan. Dick Roman's not a Leviathan. Gwyneth Paltrow's not a Leviathan...
- Dean Winchester: Yeah?
- Frank Devereaux: Trust me.
- Coroner: Matthew Havlena... found in a ditch off the interstate.
- Sam Winchester: Cause of death?
- Coroner: Missing five pints of blood can't have helped.
- [Points]
- Coroner: Puncture wounds, femoral arteries and carotid.
- Sam Winchester: So, what? Some kind of animal attack?
- Coroner: Or a vampire.
- [Sam is silent]
- Coroner: That usually gets at least a chuckle.
- Dean Winchester: How long ago did I give Frank these numbers? It's been a few weeks, right? What, is he nuts, or is he just being rude?
- Sam Winchester: Probably both.
- Dean Winchester: Frank, we're amongst friends here.
- [Frank glares]
- Dean Winchester: Okay, acquaintances.
- Frank Devereaux: Got the equipment arranged. Come and get your costume on. We can scoot.
- Dean Winchester: "Costume"... What?
- Dean Winchester: It's gonna be a little difficult to set up surveillance if there's, surveillance everywhere.
- Frank Devereaux: We watch the screens. I can take the first shift. You're no use if you can't even...
- [Dean is already asleep]
- Frank Devereaux: ... Keep your eyes open.