Will: Guys don’t like buff girls.
Sophie: Yeah, well, girls don’t like guys who still live at home.

Dean: tu know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while. That’s fun.

Andrea: Must be hard, having your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line.

Sam: “Kids are the best”? tu don’t even like kids.
Dean: I amor kids!
Sam: Name three children that tu even know.
*Dean scratches his head, Sam walks away*
Dean: I’m thinking!

Dean: No wonder that kid was so freaked. Watching one of your parents die isn’t something tu just get over.

Dean: Chicks dig artists.

Dean: This is my family. That’s my dad, that… that’s my mom, that’s my geek brother, and that’s me. All right, so I’m a sucky artist.

Sam: Well, I think it’s seguro to rule out Nessie.

Dean: Maybe tu think that no one will listen to you, o believe you, but I want tu to know that I will.

Dean: You’re scared. It’s okay. I understand. tu see, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn’t feel like talking, just like you. But my mom, I know she would’ve wanted me to be brave, and I’d think about that every day, and I’d do my best to be brave.

Dean: Oh, college boy, thinks he’s so smart.

Sam: tu know, um… what tu dicho about Mom…. tu never told me that before.
Dean: It’s no big deal. Oh, God, we’re not gonna hafta hug o anything, are we?”

Sam: Door number two sounds good.
Jake: That’s the one I’d pick.

Sam: Who are you, and what have tu done with my brother?
Dean: Shut up.

Dean: tu can’t bury the truth, Jake.

Lucas: Zeppelin rules!