Character: Bobby Singer. Page 1

And like Godzilla?
- I got her down.
- You got a bamboo dagger with blessing sandisco priest?
Crusher.
Oh, so chipper? It's... it's probably cooler... everything.

Bobby, you just gonna sit there?
- No, I'll dance Riverdance.

- Come on, Bobby! Nobody needs that picture.
- Support.
- Shut up! You slash my beer. Besides, you need me something in memory of your sorry face.
Ha! It's nice that there are optimists!

- Have you ever been polite?
- In 1985. The worst year of my life.

- Say something.
You.
- No, you.
- And will be shifted as the two ugly girls at the prom or going to work?

- What are you doing?
- Include JPS, all of a sudden he decides to fly along with the roof.

You know, life is such a thing... doing a little bad, then to do a lot of good. But sometimes the evil comes out pretty damn bad And the good -- For him to pay an exorbitant price.

Decided to do something stupid, do it smart.

- Well, at least my head against the wall isn't beating.
Yeah. Sitting quietly and examines the gun.

What's wrong with you, Bobby singer?
- Take the pen, the list is long.
- You fumes per mile is.
- You actually also do not smell like roses.

- What's going on?!
A terrible nightmare is happening, that's what.

Is...
- Yes, pure iron coated with salt. One hundred percent protection from ghosts.
You built a shelter?
- I had a couple days off.

My old man said, "Whiskey kills the liver, but it's still medicine."