No. You're not gonna shoot anybody. See, I happen to be able to read people. Okay, you're a thief, fine, but you're not...[Bela shoots Sam] Son of a--!
Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one more move, and I'll pull the trigger. You've got the luck, Dean. You, I can't hit. But your brother? [aims the gun at him again] Him, I can't miss.
[laughs] Luck had nothing to do with it. But hey, by all means, take your best shot. [Bobby hesitates, Ruby becomes impatient] Ugh...are you gonna stand there like a pantywaist? Or are you gonna shoot-! [Bobby shoots her, she looks down at the wound, then looks back at Bobby] Ouch. This smarts a little.
Me and Trotter. He had a cheeseburger, I had a salad, and I just pointed out the money that could be made with a few businesses that cater to harmless vice. So Trotter built it, and, man, did they come. Supposedly God-fearing folk, waist-deep in booze, sex, gambling. I barely lifted a finger.
You don't get it. All you've got to do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into Hell with big, fat smiles on their faces. Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak. Our will's stronger. That's why we'll win.
No, no, not the originals. See, the Grimm Brothers stuff was kind of like the.. the folklore of its day, full of sex, violence, cannibalism. Now, it got sanitized over the years and turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories.
