Supernatural (7x08): How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters
December 1st 2011 23:10
Sam, Dean and Bobby become actual hunters, in the true sense of the word, when they set up camp in a New Jersey state park to track a creature that has been attacking people in the woods. The townsfolk claim it is the real Jersey Devil. Meanwhile, Dean is beyond thrilled to find a Biggerson's restaurant in town, but is devastated when he discovers the restaurant's special sandwich seems to be making people crazy.
Dean: This is stupid. I mean, our quality of life is crap. We got Purgatory’s Least Wanted everywhere and we’re on our third “the world's screwed” issue in, what, three years? And we’ve steered the bus away from the cliff twice already.
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Sam: Well, Motel 6 just ain't leaving the light on anymore.
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Bobby: Stop trying to wrestle with the big picture, son. You’re gonna hurt your head.
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Bobby: What the hell is a "glamper?"
Dean: Sam?
Sam: High end camper. TV. AC. Wi-fi. Back to nature. Zero inconvenience.
Bobby: That’s idiotic.
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Ranger Rick: To tell you the truth, we have no idea what’s out there. Big. Lot of trees. Whatnot. I’ll tell you this, though, you gotta respect Mother Nature. You respect her or she’s gonna string you up, she’ll eat your ass right through the Gortex.
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Brandon: Hey douchewad, the hostess will sit you. Do I look like a freaking hostess?
Dean: Do you wanna look like a hostess?
Sam: That didn’t really make sense, what you said.
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Dean: The sketch looks more like a Chewbacca head. Kind of like it should be fighting a Japanese robot.
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Dean: You guys getting hungry? I'm hungry.
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Dean: (drugged) If I wasn't so chill right now, I'd puke.
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Brandon the Waiter: Sidewinder Soup and Salad Combo goes to Big Bird, TDK Slammer to Ken doll, and a little heart-smart for creepy uncle.
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Bobby: I sure hope we don't get Brandon's section.
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Dean: (about the Turducken Slammer) This is awesome. Like the perfect storm of your top three edible birds.
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Bobby: Bunch of birds shoved up inside each other. You shouldn’t play God like that.
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Dean: Remember when Crowley kept going on about hating "Dick?" I thought he was just being general.
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Bobby: Damn thing's eating Rick.
Dean: Damn, I liked Rick.
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Dean: I'm fine. I actually feel great. Best I’ve felt in a couple months. Cas, black goo, I don’t even care anymore. And you know what’s even better? I don’t care that I don’t care. I just want my damn Slammer back.
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Dean: I'm talking the way a person talks when they’ve had it. When they can't figure out why they used to think all this mattered.
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Bobby: You’re not a person. Come on now, you tried to hang it up and be a person with Lisa and Ben. And now here you are with a mean, old coot and a van full of guns. That ain’t person behavior, son.
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Bobby: I've seen a lot of Hunters live and die, and you’re starting to talk like one of the dead ones.
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Dean: Don't go all Sigmund Freud on me right now, OK? I just got drugged by a sandwich.
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Bobby: You’re a Hunter, meaning you’re whatever the job you’re doing today. Now you get a case of the Anne Sextons, something’s gonna come up behind you and rip your fool head off. Now you find your reasons to get back in the game. I don’t care if its love or spite or a $10 bet.
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Bobby: I’ve been to enough funerals, I mean it. You die before me and I'll kill ya.
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Bobby: I really think you guys have spunk. You’re like a planet of just the cutest little engines that could. But, like the late, great actual Dick Roman used to say to the whores he’d kick out of the presidential suite, cute don’t quite hack it, sugar.
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Bobby: You worry about him, all he does is worry about you. Who’s left to live their own life here? The two of you. Aren’t you full up just playing Snuffleupagus with the Devil all the livelong?
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