Supernatural: (7x11) Adventures in Babysitting
January 17th 2012 21:08
Still reeling after what happened to Bobby, Dean becomes dangerously obsessed over finding a way to take down Dick Roman. Meanwhile, Sam decides to help a teenage girl look for her father, a hunter who has gone missing. Sam traces his last steps to a truck stop where the help turns out not to be so friendly.-The CW
Dean: Frank, I'm not a Leviathan.
Frank: Oh sure you're not a Leviathan. Dick Roman is not a Leviathan. Gwyneth Paltrow is not a Leviathan.
Dean: Yeah?
Frank: Trust me.
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Dean: No, I'm not gonna play this 'One time with Bobby' crap, alright? I'm not gonna get all warm and fuzzy with somebody else who barely knew him.
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Frank: You think it’s easy to see this deep into what’s real and also be bipolar with delusional ideation? There is no pill for my situation, Sweety Pop, so yeah, best guess, the Big Mouths are onto me.
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Dean: Bobby didn’t give us coordinates to some patch of weeds in Cheeseville.
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Dean: What is she doing?
Frank: Being a naughty, bossy little girl.
Dean: I hate to ask for that in the non-porn version.
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Dean:: What should we do?
Frank: Stay away or if we're stupid, we go there and set up surveillance.
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Frank: Days, weeks, what's the difference.
Dean: Are you kidding me?
Frank: You cool your heals, Buster Brown.
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Frank: Go out and kill something, or whatever you kids do to blow off steam.
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Frank: Here’s my advice you didn’t ask for: Quit. You want to keep going? You’re going to drive yourself into the ground first. Do what I did when I was 26 and I came home to find my wife and two kids gutted on the floor. Decide to be fine ‘til the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you’re alive and that’s your job. Then do it again the next week. I call it being professional. Do it right, with a smile, or don’t do it.
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Dean: I’m a fun guy. I’m actually awesome. But right now I’m not in the mood. I’m neck deep in some serious crap, and if this wasn’t an emergency, I would your ass off at the nearest mall.
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Krissy: One thing doesn’t make sense, though. My dad’s a pretty great Hunter and your brother’s the size of a car, so how’d this thing get them both?
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Dean: You could too, you know. Go to college. You could be a Hunter/pediatrician.
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Krissy: Why is that waitress getting into that truck?
Dean: I'm not explaining the R-rated crap to you.
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Krissy: What century is this? No one fist bumps anymore.
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Dean: Don’t thank us. Quit. Your daughter’s 14 years old. She’s already a Hunter with a kill under her belt. I’m not trying to be a dick, but what do you think that does to her lifespan? She can still be a regular kid.
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Krissy: I just wanted to tell you that you’re kind of amusing for an old man.
-Dear Mr. Fantasy by Traffic
-Ridin' The Storm Out by REO Speedwagon
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