Supernatural: (7x09): Death's Door
December 13th 2011 18:32
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Bobby is close to dying. He must confront his worst memory to escape, before his reaper catches up to him.-The CW
Sam: I’m not an idiot, Dean, I know first aid for a friggin’ bullet to the head.
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Bobby: So you’re my Reaper, huh? You know, I’ve heard of you guys grabbing Reapees in broad daylight and in their sleep, but I never heard of a Reaper showing up inside a guy’s custard.
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Bobby: They're MY boys!
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Rufus: For a guy who’d rather break his wife’s heart than give her a baby, you make a hell of a nanny.
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Rufus: You do know that whatever you’re trying to avoid with the eye rolls and the grump-alumping, that’s exactly where you need to go
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Bobby: How am I supposed to know what I don’t want me to know?
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Bobby: What's it matter, I'm still stuck in eternal friggen sunshine.
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Bobby: Kids ain’t supposed to be grateful! They’re supposed to eat your food and break your heart, you selfish dick. You died and I was still so afraid I’d turn into you I never even had kids of my own.
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Bobby: As fate would have it, I adopted two boys. And they grew up great. They grew up heroes. So you can go to Hell!
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Bobby: You did what you had to do. This is where you learn that they pretty much never say thanks when you save them.
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Bobby: Idgits.
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Reaper: Bobby, you’ve helped. You got handed a small, unremarkable life and you did something with it. Most men like you die of liver disease watching Barney Miller reruns. You’ve done enough. Believe me.
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Reaper: You know why it’s dark out there, don’t you? This house, it’s your last island. Everything else, melted by that bullet. Gone. This is your last chance to come with me and move on. For your own good, Bobby, let go. They’ll be OK without you.
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(Bobby's last memory)
Dean: Did we get licorice?
Sam: No, we did not get licorice. We got good snacks. Licorice is disgusting.
Dean: I’m sorry, I didn’t quite understand that, Mr. Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches.
Sam: You know what, I stand by that sandwich. Nobody likes licorice. It’s made of dirt.
Dean: It is a classic movie food. It’s right up there with popcorn.
Sam: Popcorn? Really? You’re out of your mind.
Dean: What, it’s like little chewy pieces of Heaven.
Sam: Chewy pieces of Heaven if you’re a girl.
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Reaper: Well, Bobby, stay or go? What's it gonna be?
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