Dean Winchester: Ok. I got the bartender's phone number.
Sam Winchester: Dean, tu might want to stop thinking with your downstairs brain and start thinking with your upstairs brain.
Sam Winchester: I don't know Dean. There's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on.
Dean Winchester: No, but I bet you'd like to.
Sam Winchester: I think there's something strange going on here, Dean.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me.
Dean Winchester: Why don't tu knock on her door and invite her to a poesía lectura o whatever it is tu do.
Dean Winchester: [On the phone] Now why don't tu give that girl a private stripper-gram.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean Winchester: Bite her! Don't leave teeth marks though, just enough to...
Sam disconnects phone
Dean Winchester: Sam? Ye...
Dean Winchester: Ahem!
Meg: Dude, cover your mouth.
Sam Winchester: I just can't put my finger on...
Dean Winchester: But I bet you'd like to. Maybe she's not a suspect maybe your just thinking too much with your upstairs brain, ha?
Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester: Dude, I gotta talk to you.
Sam Winchester: What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month.
Meg: Guys, hiding is a little bit childish.
Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Well that didn't work out like I planned.
Dean Winchester: hola Sam, don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend is a bitch.
Dean Winchester: hola Sam, siguiente time tu want to get laid, find a girl who isn't so buckets of crazy.
Sam Winchester: [over the phone] Hi.
Dean Winchester: Let me guess-you're lurking outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?
Sam Winchester: No!... yes...
Dean Winchester: tu got a funny way of mostrando your affection.
Sam Winchester: ...I mean, what are tu gonna do when it's all over?
Dean Winchester: It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt.
Sam Winchester: But there's got to be somethin' that tu want for yourself...
Dean Winchester: Yeah, I don't want tu to leave the segundo this thing's over, Sam.
Turns his back towards Sam
Sam Winchester: Dude, what's your problem?
A pause, then Dean turns back to Sam
Dean Winchester: Why do tu think I drag tu everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do tu think I came and got tu at Stanford in the first place?
Sam Winchester: 'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause tu wanted to find the thing that killed Mom.
Dean Winchester: Yes, that, but it's más than that, man. tu and me and Dad, I mean, I want us... I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again.
Sam Winchester: Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before.
Dean looks heartbroken
Dean Winchester: Could be.
Sam Winchester: I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way.
The brothers share a look
Meg: This trap isn't for you.
Sam Winchester: Dad, is a trap for dad.
Dean Winchester: Oh, sweetheart you're dumber tu look.
Meg: I'm doing this for the same reasons tu do what tu do: loyalty, love, like the amor tu had for mommy and Jess.
Sam Winchester: Go to hell.
Meg: Baby I'm already there.
Dean and Sam are posing as workers for an alarm company in order to gain access to a dead girl's apartment
Landlady: No offense, but your alarm is as about as useful as boobs on a man.