Why are you following me?
RRuby
I'm interested in you.
Why?
RRuby
Because you're tall. I love a tall man!
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
BBen
No, don't go over there. Only bitches send a grown-up.
You're not wrong.
BBen
And I'm not a bitch.
Well, we'll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch them on the front lawn. That'll play great with the neighbors.
(reading from trophy) 1995.
No way. That's my Division Championship soccer trophy! I can't believe he kept this.
Yeah, it's probably the closest you ever came to being a boy. Oh, wow! It’s my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade.
I lost my shoe.
[Dean leads Sam into a motel room]
What am I even supposed to do, Dean?
Nothing, nothing! Come here. I don't want you doing... anything! I want you to sit right here, and don't move! Okay? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light, don't even scratch your nose!
[mouthing the words] Scratch my nose? [checks to see that Dean has left, then scratches his nose]
So you're only out for yourself, huh? It's all about number one?
Being a hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved?
Well, aren't you a glass half-full?
We're all going to Hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride.
[training a gun on Sam and Dean] Put the foot down, honey!
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.
[pause]
What the hell is wrong with you?! You can't just go around shooting people like that!
Relax, it's just a shoulder hit! I can aim!
Oh! Forgot, we're up $46,000! I almost forgot about the.... [his pockets are empty] ....scratch tickets.
[Bela drives off and honks, she has the tickets]
[looking at the winning tickets] (chuckle)
[pause]
SON OF A BITCH!!!
No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?
FGFather Gil
Like it or not, you go where your flock is.
Plus, the clergy drinks for free.
RRuby
Cute piece.
Who are you?
RRuby
Won't stop a demon, if that's what you think.
How the hell would you know?
RRuby
Oh, I don't know...[blackens her eyes] Call it an educated guess.
Well, ain't I lucky then? Found a subject for a test fire.
[Bobby raises the Colt]
RRuby
[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.
What do you want?
RRuby
Peace on earth, a new shirt. Now, do you want me to help you out with that gun, or not, hm?
HHooker
Here's what I'm going to do. Normally I charge four hundred a night. Why don't we call it an even deuce, and get the hell out of here?
What do I look like?
HHooker
What do I look like? Cheapskate.
[laughs] Did I just see you strike out with a prostitute? How's that work?
[trying an exorcism from memory] Spiritus emundi, undalara, persona tote... [trails off, lost]
Nice try, but I think you just ordered a pizza. Guess you should have paid more attention in Latin class.
I don't know what you're smiling about, you're not going anywhere.
And, apparently, neither are you.
Yeah, but I got somebody coming for me and, uh, he did pay attention in class.
Oh, right - Sam. Everyone say's he's the brains of the outfit.
Everyone?
Sure. You Winchester boys are famous. Not Lohan famous, but you know.
Hey, I didn't pull any triggers.
Yeah? You did something.
You want to know what I did -- what I really did? I had lunch.
Lunch?
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.
That's it?
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.
And that's how it ends?
No. That's how it begins.
KKyle
Those were my brothers. This guy, he killed my brothers. How would you feel?
Can't imagine anything worse.
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