Supernatural (7x08): Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!
November 14th 2011 22:22
While on a hunt, Sam runs into someone from his past and a confrontation ensues. Meanwhile, Dean reluctantly teams up with a quirky, laid-back hunter named Garth, when he finds himself in a situation that he just cannot explain.
Dean:This is my ‘I dig smart chicks’ look.
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Sam: I'm getting married!
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Dean: Shouldn’t she…ask for my permission or something?
Sam: You want her to ask for my hand?
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Dean: How did this happen?
Sam: Short version? We…we…we met. We ate and…and talked and fell in love. And…you know, here we are.
Dean: Yeah, I guess I’m all caught up.
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Dean: Really? SuperFan99?
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Becky: Guy’s a really good friend. We met in the erotic horror section at the Novel Hovel.
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Garth: Hey, you Dean? I thought you’d be taller.
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Garth: He said you’d be all surly and premenstrual working with me.
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Garth: I drop this lady at my cousin’s, he’ll stop anything trying to get her. We find Sam, hopefully fix this, everybody’s home in time forAmerica’s Got Talent. Now you, you’ll be living with a tri-racial, paraplegic sniper until this all blows over.
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Sam: What’s with the scrawny guy?
Dean: Temp.
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CEO's Wife: Are you threatening me?
Dean: No. No. I’m pointing out a pattern. Why do people keep thinking I’m threatening them?
Garth: Because it sounded exactly like a threat, dude.
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Dean: Anything?
Garth: She’s got 11 twitter…ers
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Dean: Me being supportive. Congratulations to you and the Missus.
Sam: Thanks.
Dean: It’s a Waffle Iron. Non-stick. You just uh…actually I don’t know how to use it. Are we good?
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Sam: It’s never something else. When are there ever two crazy things in town at the same time?
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Becky: This is not how I imagined spending my reunion. I was gonna show you off. Not that anyone actually knows who you are. Supernatural’s not exactly popular. But you’re tall and nice and they’d all think I was happy.
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Becky: Chuck dumped me. I think I intimidated him with my vibrant sexuality.
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Becky: I know you don’t love me. I know what I am, OK. I’m a loser. In school, in life. Guess that’s why I like you so much.
Sam: What?
Becky: I mean, not that you’re a loser. But you had that whole character arc about being a freak and I can relate.
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Becky: Honestly, the only place people understood me was the message boards. They were grumpy and overly literal, but at least we shared a common passion. And I’ll take it.
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Becky: I thought we were besties.
Guy: Oh honey, that is so depressingly Becky. You’re so pathetic it actually loops back around again to cute.
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Guy: I wasn’t thrilled to see your new hubby was Sam freakin’ Winchester. I mean, if he knew that I was here talkin’ to you he’d probably…
Becky: Gank your ass.
Guy: Yes. And I’m very protective of my ass. It’s one of my best features.
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Guy: I love reunions. The desperation! These schlubs will sign on the dotted line for money, power, hair, whatever it takes to impress the nostalgically bangable head cheerleader.
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Guy: Dean Winchester. This is really thrilling. Hey, can I have your autograph?
Dean: Sure. Yeah, I’ll uh carve it into your spleen.
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Crowley: Hello, boys.
Guy: Oh, crap.
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Crowley: Sam. Mazel tov. Who’s the lucky lady?
Becky: You’re Crowley!
Crowley: And you’re…well, I’m sure you have a wonderful personality, dear.
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Crowley: I only have one rule: Make a deal, keep it. There’s a reason we don’t call our chits in early: consumer confidence. This isn’t Wall Street, this is Hell. We have a little something called integrity.
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Garth: What’d I miss?
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Becky: So I’ll see you again?
Sam: Yeah, probably not.
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Sam: Do your thing and the right guy will find you.
*Garth looks interested in Becky*
Dean: No. No.
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Dean: I gotta say man, you don’t suck.
Garth: Thank you. That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
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Sam: Awww, you made a fwiend.
Dean: Uh uh.
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Dean: You know I gotta say, man. For a whack job you really pulled it together.
Sam: That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me. (laughs) Look, don’t get too impressed man. There’s still a Denver scramble up here, I just know my way around the plate now.
Dean: I’m just sayin’, it’s stupid to think you need me around all the time. You’re a grown-up.
Sam: Right.
Dean: You’re a hike in the desert hippie douche grown-up.
Sam: Dude, I was camping. You camp.
Dean: Whatever hippie.
Sam: You know what though seriously? Might be nice.
Dean: What?
Sam: I mean, you basically been lookin’ out for me your whole life. Now you finally get to take care of yourself. About time, huh?
Dean: ...Yeah. Right.
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