Bobby Singer: Okay, Chet, let's see how you like a little fruit of the poison tree.
Chet: Isn't that just a legal expression?
Bobby Singer: You're gonna wish it was.

Bobby Singer: These things are smarter than you.
Sam: Geez, Bobby, don't sugarcoat it.

Bobby Singer: Well, if you're gonna be stupid, you might as well be smart about it.

Frank Deveraux: Guy saves your life one time, and, what, you owe him the rest of yours?
Dean: That's usually how it works, yeah.

Sam: Um, great, so what is the pattern?
Frank Deveraux: No clue, man. I can't see it.
Sam: Seems random.
Frank Deveraux: Little tip from a pro--there is no such thing as a random series of robbery murders by your evil twins.

Bobby Singer: What the hell are you doing here?
Sheriff Jody Mills: You’re all charm, Bobby.
Bobby Singer: So my therapist keeps telling me.

Sheriff Jody Mills: I, uh... I wanted to come thank you.
Bobby Singer: Thank me?
Sheriff Jody Mills: Well, yeah, seeing as they were fresh out of "thanks for saving me from liver-saving surgeon" cards at the store.
Bobby Singer: Yeah, that. Just doing my job. Which nobody pays me for.
Sheriff Jody Mills: Right.

Sam: It's temporary, Dean.
Dean: Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
Sam: You know that's a line from...
Dean: Swayze movie. Swayze always gets a pass!

Evil Sam: You know, I had a brother with this many issues once.
Evil Dean: Yeah?
Evil Sam: You know what I did?
Evil Dean: Hmmm?
Evil Sam: I ate him.
Evil Dean: Of course you did.

Sheriff Jody Mills: Hey, you take mayo, right, Bobby?
Dean: You got a chick over there?
Bobby Singer: What? No.
Dean: Are you even working, Richard Gere?
Bobby Singer: Shut up, you idjit.

(to Bobby)
Evil Bobby: Your favorite singer is Joanie friggin' Mitchell? Ah, Bobby. You are 10 pounds of sad in a 5-pound bag.

Bobby Singer: You a Browning fan?
Evil Bobby: Come again?
Bobby Singer: Robert Browning. Poet. You got that name rattling around up there with the rest of my thoughts and feelings?
Evil Bobby: Well, it's kind of hard to sift through all the drunken blackouts, but...
Bobby Singer: "A man's reach should exceed his grasp."
Evil Bobby: I like that. That's actually lovely. Browning? After I eat you, I'm definitely going to hit the library.

(to Sam)
Evil Dean: I just don't get it. You could be anything. You're strong. You're uninhibited. You're smart enough, believe it or not.

Crowley: A token.
Dick Roman: You shouldn't have. I love a muffin.
Crowley: 100% organic baby uvulas. Gluten-free.
Dick Roman: So considerate.

Crowley: Straight talk. We should be friends, you and I.
Dick Roman: Why? Why in the world would we be?
Crowley: Well, I brought you here, Dick. I found the way to open the door to Purgatory.
Dick Roman: To steal every last soul, you mean. You and that angel friend of yours. Don't roofie me and call it romance.
Crowley: I think you've got me wrong.
Dick Roman: Now it's your turn to listen. I'd sooner swim through hot garbage than shake hands with a bottom-feeding mutation like you. You demons are ugly, lazy, gold-digging whores. You're less than humans, and they're not good for much until you dip them in garlic sauce.

Bobby Singer: In the meantime, I'll keep working on Chatty Cathy here.

Special Agent Morris: That or Batmobile.

Frank Deveraux: Big Brother, he has many eyeballs, my friend.

Frank Deveraux: Psycho Butch and Sundance.

Frank Deveraux: Your doubles want to be on Candid Camera.

Bobby Singer: Pumpkin-and-Honeybunny'd a diner there.

Pulp Fiction (1994) has two characters nicknamed Pumpkin and Honey Boney who hold up a diner.

Dean: Okay, let me get Mr. Wizard on speed-dial.

Mr. Wizard is the TV nom de guerre of Don Herbert, the creator and host of a series of TV shows that taught young children the basic facts of science.

Dean: You want me to Desperate Housewife these mothers?

Desperate Housewives is an ABC comedy-drama prime-time soap opera about four women and their families.