Ann Telesca: I can't believe we actually bought this thing.
Mark Telesca: There's a reason charity auctions have an open bar.
Sam: All right, so I think I got something.
Dean: Oh yeah, me too. I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little. What do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one.
Sam: So what are we today, Dean? Are we rock stars. Are we Army Rangers?
Dean: We're LA TV scouts looking for people with special skills. Hey, it's not that far off, right?
Dean: Consignment auctions, estate sales... it's like a garage sale for WASPs if you ask me.
Dean: Grant Wood, Grandma Moses... what?
Sam: Art History course. It's good for meeting girls.
Dean: It's like I don't even know you.
Sam: Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin.
Dean: Not me.
Sam: No, no, no, no. Pickups are your thing, Dean.
Dean: It wasn't my butt she was checking out.
Sam: In other words, you want me to use her to get information.
Dean: Sometimes ya gotta take one for the team. Call her.
(about the painting)
Sam: So what do you think? It's haunted or cursed?
Dean: Either way, it's toast.
Sam: I don't understand, Dean. We burned the damn thing!
Dean: Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious.
Sam: (sees the painting) Oh, my God!
Sarah Blake: What?
Sam: Thaaa... that painting... looks so good!
Sarah Blake: If you can call that monstrosity good, then yeah, I guess.
Sam: You know what? I gotta go, I gotta take care of something but um, I will call you back, I will call you, I'll-I'll see you later...
Sarah Blake: Wait, so you're not leaving tonight?
Sam: No, I guess not! See ya. (walks off)
Sarah Blake: O-kay!
Sarah Blake: You’re shameless, you know that?
Daniel Blake: For that kind of money, I can afford to be.
Dean: All right, well, if Isaiah's position changed then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well, you know, could give us some clues.
Sam: What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?
Dean: I don't... know. I'm still waiting for the movie on that one.
Sam: You know, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up?
Dean: Because then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time.
Dean: And I don't mean any disrespect but I'm... I'm sure that this is about Jessica, right? Now, I don't know what it's like to lose somebody like that... but... I would think that she would want you to be happy. God forbid have fun once in a while. Wouldn't she?
Sam: Yeah, I know she would.
Sarah Blake: Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right about this, well, me and my dad sold that painting. We might have got those people killed. Look, I'm not saying I'm not scared, because I'm scared as hell, but I'm not going to run and hide, either. So, we going or what?
Dean: Sam, marry that girl.
Sarah Blake: Uh, isn’t this a crime scene?
Dean: Well, you’ve already lied to the cops. What’s another infraction?
Sarah Blake: So this is what you guys do for a living?
Sam: Not exactly. We don't get paid.
Sarah Blake: So what exactly is your brother doing in there?
Sam: Searching county death certificates. Trying to find out what happened to Isaiah's body.
Sarah Blake: How do you even get in the door?
Sam: Lying and subterfuge, mostly.
Sam: Look, I'm not scared of much, but if I let myself have feelings for anybody...
Sarah Blake: You're scared they'd get hurt, too. That's very sweet... and very archaic.
Sarah Blake: Look, I'm a big girl, Sam. It's not your job to make decisions for me. There's always a chance of getting hurt.
Sam: I'm not talking about a broken heart and a tub o' Häagen-Dazs. I'm talking about life and death.
Sarah Blake: And tomorrow, I can get hit by a bus, that's what life is.
(while Dean and Sam are digging up a grave)
Sarah Blake: You guys seem to be uncomfortably comfortable with this.
Sam: Well, this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug. Still think I'm a catch?
Dean: Well, I'm trying to pick the lock but the door won't budge.
Sam: Well, break it down!
Dean: Okay, genius, let me grab my battering ram!
Sam: What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks!
Dean: I'm the one who burned the doll and destroyed the spirit, but don't thank me or anything.
Sarah Blake: There are a million things that I want to say to you, but for the life of me, I can't think of one.
Sam: Yeah, I'll miss you, too.