Cathy Randolph: I could have sworn I saw... the Incredible Hulk.
Sam: The Incredible Hulk?
Cathy Randolph: I told you, it's crazy.
Dean: Bana or Norton?
Cathy Randolph: Oh, no, those movies were terrible. The TV Hulk.
Dean: Lou Ferrigno?
Cathy Randolph: Yes.

Sam: It was you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick.
Trickster: Hello? Trickster.

Sam: I am doing all I can, to slightly lessen the spread of... of genital herpes. And that's a good thing.

Sam: You've got to calm down.
Dean: Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night. You know who does that? No-talent douchebags. I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show. And you want to know why. Because I hate procedural cop shows. It's like 300 of them on television, they're all the freakin' same.

Trickster: Wow. Sam, get a load of the rims on you.
SAM the Car: Eat me.

Trickster / Gabriel: Where'd you get the holy oil?
Dean: You might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass.

Trickster / Gabriel: Where'd I screw up.
Sam: You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Castiel like you did.
Dean: Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon.
Trickster / Gabriel: Meaning?
Dean: Well, call it personal experience. Nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family.
Sam: So which one are you? Grumpy, Sleepy, or Douchy?

Trickster / Gabriel: (to Sam and Dean) You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father. And Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of daddy's plan. You two were born to this, boys! It's your destiny. It was always you. As it is in Heaven, so it must be on Earth. One brother has to kill the other.