Character: Bobby Singer

- As always, Yoda.

It was easier for him to push Sam away than to understand him. This, in your opinion, is not cowardice? You are much bolder and kinder than your father, so do a favor: don't be the same.

You going to stand there like the ugly girl at the prom, or still take part?

- Have you ever not rude?
- In ' 85. The worst year of my life.

Okay. I can kill werewolves, fix old cars and baking cakes. I'll be damned if I can't get Zen.

- What happened to you?
- Eyes opened. Michael - all we have left, he will kill the devil and save a bunch of people Fig.
- But not all! Need to come up with something else.
Easy for you to say. Lucifer's going to burn everything to hell, and stop him but me.
- Can't give up, son.
- You're not my father... And you do not understand me.

This is incorrect, but still. You voluntarily harnessed to the angel yoke? Sorry, in the shit, of course.

Sam, and the sooner we just cut the suckers and drinking beer.

Thank you. Take care of yourself.
- Search for his father, and when you find it, come here. More will not shoot.

- I do not know as you accept us.
- Nonsense, your father is in trouble, you need to find it.
- Yes, but during your last meeting you had loaded his gun with buckshot and racked the slide.
- You know, John knows how to win people.

- I hope you guys are ready. Since the war began.
Heh. Well, the family business.

You're an idiot! Soul sold. For Sam, right? How long do you get?
- Bobby...
- How much?!
A year.
What is it with you Winchesters? You, your father, Yes you are itching to disappear into the underworld!
- That's it, dad brought me back, I be here not supposed. And so at least some good will come of it, and life will not be in vain.
What?! And before was in vain? Such you think of yourself? Such you have cockroaches in the head?!
- I couldn't let him die. Could not. He's my brother.
- What's your brother gonna feel knowing that you are in for a hell? What do you feel, after learning about his father?
Don't tell him. With me do what you want, but don't tell him. It is not necessary.

- Approaching end of the world.
- Let will come!
- You're not serious.
- I think not? I think I gave enough? I think little pay? I've had enough. Tired. And my advice to you, turn around and get out of here.

If you thought heads and not Asses, for a long time would understand.