Sam Winchester: I'm not ok... and neither are you.
Dean Winchester: Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Cooper. Have tu seen him around?
Barry (Blind Man): What is that, some kind of joke?
Pulls sunglasses off
Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm sorry.
Barry (Blind Man): Do tu think I wouldn't give my eye-teeth to see Mr. Cooper o a sunset o anything at all?
Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Could tu give me a little help here?
Sam Winchester: Not really.
Midget: hola Barry, is there a problem?
Barry (Blind Man): Yeah, this guy hates blind people.
Dean Winchester: No, I don't.
Midget: hola buddy, what's your problem?
Dean Winchester: Nothin', it's just a little misunderstanding.
Midget: Little? tu SOB!
Sam Winchester is unable to keep himself from laughing and starts cracking up
Dean Winchester: N-n-n-n-no, I'm just... could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is? Please?
Sam Winchester: So, Cooper thinks I'm a peeping tom, but it's not him.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, so I gathered. It's the blind guy. He's here somewhere.
Sam Winchester: Well, did tu get the...
Dean Winchester: The brass blades? No, it's just been one of those days.
Dean Winchester: I know what you're thinking Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?
Sam Winchester: Oh, give me a break.
Dean Winchester: [laughs] tu didn't think I remember, do you? Come on, tu still bust out crying when tu see Ronald McDonald on the television.
Sam Winchester: At least I'm not afraid of flying.
Dean Winchester: Planes crash!
Sam Winchester: And apparently clowns kill.
Dean Winchester: [Driving a minivan] This is humiliating. Feel like a freakin' soccer mom!
Dean Winchester: [in regards to Ash's mullet] hola man...
Ash: Yeah?
Dean Winchester: I dig the haircut.
Ash: [running his hands through his hair] All business up front, party in the back.
Sam Winchester: All right, Dean, it's just we've been at Bobby's for over a week now and tu haven't brought up Dad once.
Dean Winchester: tu know what, you're right. Come here, I want to lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, maybe even slow dance.
Ellen Harvelle: Here tu go.
Dean Winchester: Thanks... tu called our Dad and dicho tu could help. Help with what?
Ellen Harvelle: Well... The Demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it.
Dean Winchester: Was there an articulo in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? The ma---. Who---Who are you? How do tu know all about this?
Dean Winchester: Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Cooper. Have tu seen him around?
Barry (Blind Man): What is that, some kind of joke?
Pulls sunglasses off
Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm sorry.
Barry (Blind Man): Do tu think I wouldn't give my eye-teeth to see Mr. Cooper o a sunset o anything at all?
Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Could tu give me a little help here?
Sam Winchester: Not really.
Midget: hola Barry, is there a problem?
Barry (Blind Man): Yeah, this guy hates blind people.
Dean Winchester: No, I don't.
Midget: hola buddy, what's your problem?
Dean Winchester: Nothin', it's just a little misunderstanding.
Midget: Little? tu SOB!
Sam Winchester is unable to keep himself from laughing and starts cracking up
Dean Winchester: N-n-n-n-no, I'm just... could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is? Please?
Sam Winchester: So, Cooper thinks I'm a peeping tom, but it's not him.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, so I gathered. It's the blind guy. He's here somewhere.
Sam Winchester: Well, did tu get the...
Dean Winchester: The brass blades? No, it's just been one of those days.
Dean Winchester: I know what you're thinking Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?
Sam Winchester: Oh, give me a break.
Dean Winchester: [laughs] tu didn't think I remember, do you? Come on, tu still bust out crying when tu see Ronald McDonald on the television.
Sam Winchester: At least I'm not afraid of flying.
Dean Winchester: Planes crash!
Sam Winchester: And apparently clowns kill.
Dean Winchester: [Driving a minivan] This is humiliating. Feel like a freakin' soccer mom!
Dean Winchester: [in regards to Ash's mullet] hola man...
Ash: Yeah?
Dean Winchester: I dig the haircut.
Ash: [running his hands through his hair] All business up front, party in the back.
Sam Winchester: All right, Dean, it's just we've been at Bobby's for over a week now and tu haven't brought up Dad once.
Dean Winchester: tu know what, you're right. Come here, I want to lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, maybe even slow dance.
Ellen Harvelle: Here tu go.
Dean Winchester: Thanks... tu called our Dad and dicho tu could help. Help with what?
Ellen Harvelle: Well... The Demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it.
Dean Winchester: Was there an articulo in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? The ma---. Who---Who are you? How do tu know all about this?
Sheriff: Listen, tu and your brother...
Dean Winchester: Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town.
Dean Winchester: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean falls on parte superior, arriba of Sam as they sneak through a half open window
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? tu be quiet!
Dean Winchester: So tu believe her.
Sam Winchester: I do.
Dean Winchester: Yea, I think she's hot too.
Dean Winchester: Dude, tu fugly!
Dean Winchester: Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town.
Dean Winchester: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean falls on parte superior, arriba of Sam as they sneak through a half open window
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? tu be quiet!
Dean Winchester: So tu believe her.
Sam Winchester: I do.
Dean Winchester: Yea, I think she's hot too.
Dean Winchester: Dude, tu fugly!