Sam Winchester: So tu two were talking a case?
Dean Winchester: No we were talking about our feeling, and then our favorito! boy bands. Yeah, we were talking a case!
Sam Winchester: I mean, Dad? Do tu really think it was Dad?
Dean Winchester: I don't know. Maybe.
Sam Winchester: Well, what did he sound like?
Dean Winchester: Like Oprah!
Dean Winchester: What happens if it really is Dad? What if he calls back?
Sam Winchester: What do tu mean?
Dean Winchester: What do I say?
Sam Winchester: Hello?
Dean Winchester: Hello? That's what tu come back with? Hello.
Dean Winchester: Find anything?
Sam Winchester: After 3 hours, I have found no reason why anything supernatural will be going on here.
Dean Winchester: Wow, tu know. You'd think a Stanford education and a high school hookup rate of 0.0 would produce better results than that.
Sam Winchester: Hilarious.
Dean Winchester: Sam, you've been looking at the wrong places pal.
Sam Winchester: Then what are the right places Dean?
Dean Winchester: Motel pamphlet rack. Milan, Ohio. Birth place of Thomas Edison.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, so what?
Dean Winchester: Keep reading.
Sam Winchester: [opens and reads the pamphlet; looks up at Dean, amused] You're kidding.
Dean Winchester: I see they improved your face.
Sam Winchester: Right back at 'cha.
Sam Winchester: It's a Crocotta.
Dean Winchester: What's that? Some kind of sandwich?
Dean Winchester: I can't expect dad to mostrar up with some miracle at the last minute... I can't expect anybody to, y'know? The only person who can get me out of this thing is me.
Sam Winchester: [long silence] And me...
Dean Winchester: [long silence] And me?
Looks quizically at Sam.
Sam Winchester: What?
Dean Winchester: Deep revelation... havin' a real moment here, that's what yo- that's what tu come back with? And me?
Sam Winchester: Do tu want a poem?
Dean Winchester: Moment's gone...
Turns on T.V, hands Sam a beer.
Dean Winchester: ...unbelieveable.
Both drink the beer.
Dean Winchester: No we were talking about our feeling, and then our favorito! boy bands. Yeah, we were talking a case!
Sam Winchester: I mean, Dad? Do tu really think it was Dad?
Dean Winchester: I don't know. Maybe.
Sam Winchester: Well, what did he sound like?
Dean Winchester: Like Oprah!
Dean Winchester: What happens if it really is Dad? What if he calls back?
Sam Winchester: What do tu mean?
Dean Winchester: What do I say?
Sam Winchester: Hello?
Dean Winchester: Hello? That's what tu come back with? Hello.
Dean Winchester: Find anything?
Sam Winchester: After 3 hours, I have found no reason why anything supernatural will be going on here.
Dean Winchester: Wow, tu know. You'd think a Stanford education and a high school hookup rate of 0.0 would produce better results than that.
Sam Winchester: Hilarious.
Dean Winchester: Sam, you've been looking at the wrong places pal.
Sam Winchester: Then what are the right places Dean?
Dean Winchester: Motel pamphlet rack. Milan, Ohio. Birth place of Thomas Edison.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, so what?
Dean Winchester: Keep reading.
Sam Winchester: [opens and reads the pamphlet; looks up at Dean, amused] You're kidding.
Dean Winchester: I see they improved your face.
Sam Winchester: Right back at 'cha.
Sam Winchester: It's a Crocotta.
Dean Winchester: What's that? Some kind of sandwich?
Dean Winchester: I can't expect dad to mostrar up with some miracle at the last minute... I can't expect anybody to, y'know? The only person who can get me out of this thing is me.
Sam Winchester: [long silence] And me...
Dean Winchester: [long silence] And me?
Looks quizically at Sam.
Sam Winchester: What?
Dean Winchester: Deep revelation... havin' a real moment here, that's what yo- that's what tu come back with? And me?
Sam Winchester: Do tu want a poem?
Dean Winchester: Moment's gone...
Turns on T.V, hands Sam a beer.
Dean Winchester: ...unbelieveable.
Both drink the beer.
