Character: Bobby Singer. Page 3

- Why are you talking to us, Chet? You're not dumb. Why are you spilling state secrets?
- Because I'm not afraid.

I told him: "you walk Out that door - don't come back!" And Sam still left. He made his choice!
- Slobbered like a whiner. No. You're your father's son. Well I'll tell you this: your father was a coward!
- About dad a lot to say but that he is a coward...
- It is easier to push Sam away than to find common language with him. Special courage for such is not needed. You're a good egg, John, not like you. So do me a favor, do not be like him.

- Bobby singer - my hero!
- Notably you get wasted.

- Need to talk with the guilty.
You could try, but I doubt he will answer us - cops put eight bullets in him..

How so? Every time you snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

Snot ended? And we would like to get the fuck out of here before we babensee turned.

- This Is Michael. Steeper top not.
Seriously not? And for me, it looks like cate Blanchett.
- I would not want him in a dark alley to meet...

No one can do that it would be impossible to forgive.

- What do you want?
- Peace for all. And a new Jersey.

- Ochechule, so eve's making hybrids now?
- Looks like...
The only question is, why? What's she gonna do with... what to call them?!
- Congratulations! He opened them again, he and call.

- Ammo is still there?
Yes bulk! Just need to get into the van, where we left them!

Soul treat - coffin of the liver.

- You look like the living dead!
- He would poisonal demons all night!

No one except me in this house doesn't kill me.