Dean: Did you get any sleep last night?
Sam: Yeah, I got a couple of hours.
Dean: Liar. See, I was up at 3 and you were watching George Foreman infomercials.
Sam: What can I say? It's riveting TV!
Dean: When's the last time you got a good night sleep?
Sam: I don't know. A little while, I guess. It's not a big deal.
Dean: Yeah it is!
Sam: Look, I appreciate your concern...
Dean: Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my asno alive! So I need you sharp. Seriously, you still having nightmares about Jess?
Sam: So what, all of this never keeps you up at night? Never. You're never afraid?
Dean: No, not really.That's not fear. That is precaution.
Sam: Ah, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.
Sam: Yeah, I know what an EMF Meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up walkman?
Dean: (proudly) Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.
Sam: Yeah, I can see that.
Amanda: This is Amanda Walker.
Dean: Miss Walker. Hi! This is Dr. James Hetfield from St Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here.
Amanda: My Karen?
Dean: It's nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so–
Amanda: Wait, wait, that is impossible. I just got off the phone with her.
Dean: You what?
Sam: Alright it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane.
Dean: Wha… what? Hang on a second—
Sam: Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash.
Dean: I know.
Sam: Well, okay. We need to get on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. Look, I'll get the tickets and you just go get whatever you can from the trunk, whatever will get past security, and meet me back here in five minutes. (Dean looks shocked) You okay?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: What? What's wrong?
Dean: Well, I kinda have this problem with, um...
Dean: It's never really been an issue until now.
Sam: You're joking, right?!
Dean: Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?
Sam: Alright, uhh… I'll go.
Sam: I'll do this one on my own.
Dean: Are you nuts? You sinabi it yourself, that plane's gonna crash.
Sam: Look, Dean, we can do it together, I can do this one sa pamamagitan ng myself. I'm not seeing a third option here.
Dean: Come on! Really? Man...
Sam: Just try to relax.
Dean:Just try to shut up!
Sam: Are you humming Metallica?
Dean: Calms me down.
Sam: Look man, I get you're nervous alright, but you gotta stay focused.
Sam: What if she's already possessed?
Dean: There's ways to test that. I brought holy water.
Sam: No, I think we can go madami subtle. If she's possessed she'll flinch at the name of God.
Dean: Uhh, nice
Sam: Say it in Latin.
Dean: Yeah, I know!
Sam: Uhh... In Latin, it's Christo.
Dean: Dude, I know, I'm not an idiot.
Dean: Come on, that can't be normal!!
Sam: Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence.
Dean: Sam, this plane is going to crash, so stop treating me like I'm freakin four!
Sam: You need to calm down.
Dean: I'm sorry, I can't.
Sam: Yes, you can.
Dean: Dude, stow the touchy-feely-self-help-yoga crap. It's not helping!
Dean: This is gonna sound nuts, but we don't have the time for the whole the-truth-is-out-there speech, so....
Dean: Yeah, a middle-aged dentist with an ulcer isn’t exactly evil personified.
Sam: Homeland Security. That’s pretty illegal, even for us.
Dean: Yeah well, it’s something new. You know, people haven’t seen it a thousand times
Sam: You've been in there forever.
Dean: You can't rush perfection.
Dean: What time is it now?
Sam: Oh about 5:45.
Dean: In the morning?!?
Dean:Where does the araw go?
Dean: Yeah, it was a poltergeist right?
Co-Worker: Hey, Poltergeist, I pag-ibig that movie!
Jerry: Yeah, no one's talking to you. Keep walkin'.
Dean: This is going to sound nuts, but we just don't have time for "The Truth Is Out There" speech right now...
Sam: What is it!?
Jerry: If you fellas would excuse me, I have an idiot to fire.