Dean: You okay?
Sam: Yeah, I'm fine.
Dean: Another nightmare? (Sam clears his throat) You wanna drive for a while?
Sam: Dean, your whole life, you never once asked me that.
Ranger Wilkinson: You boys aren't planning to go out near Black Water Ridge by any chance?
Sam: Oh, no sir. We're Environmental Study Majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper.
Dean: Recycle, man.
Ranger Wilkinson: Bull.
Haley Collins: You're rangers?
Dean: That's right.
Haley Collins: And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?
Dean: Oh, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.
Dean: Roy, so you did a little hunting...
Roy: Yeah, more than a little.
Dean: Uh huh...what kind of furry critters do you hunt?
Roy: Mostly bucks, sometimes bear.
Dean: Tell me... uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?
Haley Collins: You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers, so who the hell are you?
Dean: Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat.
Haley Collins: Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?
Dean: I'm telling you now. Besides, that's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. Ever. So we okay?
Haley Collins: Yeah, okay.
Dean: And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions? (pulls out peanut M&Ms)
Sam: We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you.
Roy: You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you goodnight.
Sam: Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid, sorry ass out of here.
Roy: You know you're crazy, right?
Dean: You wanna tell me what’s goin' on in that freaky head of yours?
Dean: No you’re not fine, you’re like a powder keg, man. It’s not like you. I’m supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?
Dean: I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things... the family business.
Sam: How do you do it? How does Dad do it?
Dean: Well for one, them. (looks at Haley and her brother) I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable. (long pause) And I tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sons-of-bitches as I possibly can.
Dean: Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that’s right, bring it on baby, I taste good!
Dean: Hey, you want some white meat, bitch?
Haley: So really, I don't know how to thank you. (Dean gives a look) Must you cheapen the moment?