Sam: We've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once.
Dean: You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder, maybe we can cry, hug, maybe even slow dance...
(driving a minivan)
Dean: This is humiliating. Feel like a freakin' soccer mom!
Dean: Oh God, please let that be a rifle.
Jo Harvelle: Nah, I'm just real happy to see you.
Dean: Was there an article in Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who are you? How do you know about all this?
Dean: You got to be kidding me, this guy's no genius, he's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie.
Ash: I like you.
Ash: You ever been struck by lightning? It ain’t fun.
Dean: Hey man.
Dean: By the way, uh, I dig the haircut.
Ash: (stroking his mullet) All business up front, party in the back.
Dean: You still bust out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television.
Sam: At least I'm not afraid of flying.
Dean: Planes crash!
Sam: And apparently clowns kill.
Dean: Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Cooper. Have you seen him around?
The Amazing Papazian: What is that? Some kind of joke? (removes his glasses, revealing he's blind)
Dean: Oh God, I'm sorry...
The Amazing Papazian: You think I wouldn't give my eye teeth to see Mr. Cooper, or a sunset, or anything at all...?
Dean: (to Sam) Want to give me a little help here?
Sam: Not really.
Small Clown: Hey, Barry, is there a problem?
The Amazing Papazian: Yeah, this guy hates blind people.
Dean: No, no I don't...
Small Clown: Hey, buddy, what's your problem?
Dean: Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding.
Small Clown: Little? You son of a bitch...
Dean: No, no, no, I'm just... can somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is? Please?
Mr. Cooper: You two have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?
Dean: Nope. But we really need the work. So... and ah, Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady.
Second Girl: Mommy, Daddy, they shot my clown!
(abandoning the minivan)
Sam: You really think they saw our plates?
Dean: Don’t wanna take the chance. Besides, I hate this freaking thing anyway.
Sam: No, no, no. That’s not what this is about, Dean. I don’t care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it, man! Listen, I’m your brother, all right? I just want to make sure you’re okay.
Dean: Dude, I’m okay! I’m okay, okay? I swear, the next person that asks me if I’m okay, I’m gonna start throwing punches!
Sam: Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we’re gonna wanna make damn sure it’s him.
Dean: You’re such a stickler for details, Sammy.
Jo Harvelle: Am I going to see you again?
Dean: Do you want to?
Jo Harvelle: I wouldn’t hate it.
Ash: Where you guys been? Been waiting for ya.
Sam: We were working a job, Ash. Clowns.
Ash: Clowns? What the f...
Dean: (interrupts) You got somethin' for us, Ash?
Ash: If this fugly bastard raises its head, I'll know. I mean I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie.
Sam: Where did you learn to do all this?
Ash: MIT. Before I got bounced for fighting.
Ash: It's a school in Boston.
Sam: You're right.
Dean: 'Bout what?
Sam: About me and Dad. I'm sorry that the last time I was with him I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know he died thinking that I hate him. So you're right. That what I'm doing right now is too little...too late. I miss him, man and I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not all right. Not at all. But neither are you. That much I know. I'll let you get back to work.