Trickster: [to Sam] Let me tell you, whoever dicho Dean was the dysfunctional one, has never seen tu with a sharp object in your hands.
Sam Winchester: Man, I had a weird dream.
Dean Winchester: Yeah? Clowns o midgets?
Dean Winchester: My God, you're a freak.
Dean Winchester: I'm tellin' you, Sam, this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.
Sam Winchester: Sure, we'll get right on that. Where is she again?
Dean Winchester: Shut up.
Dean Winchester: Sammy, I get all tingly when tu take control like that.
Sam Winchester: Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday, too!
Dean Winchester: ...Yeah, no, good, you're - totally balanced.
Sam Winchester: tu don't remember any of this?
Dean Winchester: Any of what?
Sam Winchester: This. Like it's - happened before?
Dean Winchester: tu mean like deja vu?
Sam Winchester: No, like it's - like it's really happened before.
Dean Winchester: ...Yeah, like deja vu.
Sam Winchester: Forget about deja vu! I'm asking tu if it feels like we're living yesterday all over again?
Dean Winchester: Okay, how is that not...
Sam Winchester: Don't say it!
Dean Winchester: [after Sam caught the falling hot sauce bottle] Nice reflexes.
Sam Winchester: I knew it was going to happen, Dean. I know everything that's going to happen.
Dean Winchester: tu don't know *every* thing.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, I do.
In unison with Dean.
Sam & Dean Winchester: Yeah right. Nice guess. It wasn't guess. Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out Sam. Sam! tu think you're being funny but you're being really, really childish. Sam Winchester wears make-up. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchesters keeps a ruler por the cama and every morning when he wakes up- okay, enough!
Dean Winchester: [after Sam tells Dean he saw him get hit por a car] And?
Sam Winchester: And what?
Dean Winchester: Did it look cool, like in the movies?
Sam Winchester: tu peed yourself.
Dean Winchester: Of course, I peed myself. Man gets hit por a car, tu think he had full control of his bladder? Come on!
Sam Winchester: Man, I had a weird dream.
Dean Winchester: Yeah? Clowns o midgets?
Dean Winchester: My God, you're a freak.
Dean Winchester: I'm tellin' you, Sam, this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.
Sam Winchester: Sure, we'll get right on that. Where is she again?
Dean Winchester: Shut up.
Dean Winchester: Sammy, I get all tingly when tu take control like that.
Sam Winchester: Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday, too!
Dean Winchester: ...Yeah, no, good, you're - totally balanced.
Sam Winchester: tu don't remember any of this?
Dean Winchester: Any of what?
Sam Winchester: This. Like it's - happened before?
Dean Winchester: tu mean like deja vu?
Sam Winchester: No, like it's - like it's really happened before.
Dean Winchester: ...Yeah, like deja vu.
Sam Winchester: Forget about deja vu! I'm asking tu if it feels like we're living yesterday all over again?
Dean Winchester: Okay, how is that not...
Sam Winchester: Don't say it!
Dean Winchester: [after Sam caught the falling hot sauce bottle] Nice reflexes.
Sam Winchester: I knew it was going to happen, Dean. I know everything that's going to happen.
Dean Winchester: tu don't know *every* thing.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, I do.
In unison with Dean.
Sam & Dean Winchester: Yeah right. Nice guess. It wasn't guess. Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out Sam. Sam! tu think you're being funny but you're being really, really childish. Sam Winchester wears make-up. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchesters keeps a ruler por the cama and every morning when he wakes up- okay, enough!
Dean Winchester: [after Sam tells Dean he saw him get hit por a car] And?
Sam Winchester: And what?
Dean Winchester: Did it look cool, like in the movies?
Sam Winchester: tu peed yourself.
Dean Winchester: Of course, I peed myself. Man gets hit por a car, tu think he had full control of his bladder? Come on!