Dean: I just figured after Ava, there'd be, uh, you know, more angst, more droopy music, and staring out the rainy windows (Sam glares) Yeah, I'll shut up now.
Sam: Look, I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiance's dead and some demon has taken her off to God-knows-where. You know? We've been looking for a month now. We got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die, either. We've gotta save as many people as we can.
Dean: Wow, that attitude is just way too healthy for me. I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you.
Dean: Dude, this is sweet. I never get to work jobs like this.
Sam: Like what?
Dean: Old-school haunted houses, you know? Fog, secret passageways, sissy British accents. Might even get to run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside. Mmm, Daphne...l ove her.
Susan Thompson: Let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?
Dean: How'd you know?
Susan Thompson: Oh, you just look the type. So, uh, a king-size bed?
Sam: What?! No, uh no, we're... Two singles. We're just brothers.
Susan Thompson: Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry.
Dean: What'd you mean that we look the type?
Dean: Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?
Sam: Well, you are kind of butch. They probably think you're overcompensating.
Dean: Hey, are those antique dolls? 'Cause this one, this one here, he's got a major doll collection back home. Don't ya? Huh?
Sam: (reluctantly) Big time.
Dean: Big time. Yeah, you think he could come… well, we could come in and take a look?
Susan Thompson: I don't know…
Dean: Please? I mean he loves them. He's not gonna tell you this, but he's always dressing 'em up in these little tiny outfits and I mean, you'd make his day. She would, huh? Huh?
Sam: (glaring at Dean) It's true.
Dean: Wow! This is a lotta dolls. Er, they're nice, they're not super-creepy at all...
Dean: You get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing. See if he's whacked anybody before.
Dean: Don't go surfing porn, that's not the kinda of whacking I mean.
Dean: We gotta figure this out and fast. What d'ya find out about Granny?
Sam: (drunk) You're bossy.
Sam: You're bossy. And short...
Dean: Are you drunk?
Sam: Yeah! So? Stupid.
Dean: I'd love to hear some stories...
Sherwin: Boy, you should never say that to an old man.
Sam: (leaning on the toilet) Ohh, I can still taste the tequila.
Dean: You know, there's a really good hangover remedy, it's a... it's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray.
Sam: Ohhh, I hate you.
Dean: I know you do.
Sam: This woman's had a stroke.
Dean: Yeah, but hoodoo's hands-on...
Dean: ...you gotta mix herbs, and chant, and build an altar.
Sam: So it can't be Rose. Heck, maybe it's not even hoodoo.
Dean: You know, she could be faking.
Sam: Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick? (Dean nods) Dude, you are not gonna poke her with a stick!
Susan Thompson: What the hell happened out there?
Dean: You want the truth?
Susan Thompson: Of course.
Dean: Well at first we thought it was some kind of hoodoo curse. But that out there, was definitely a spirit.
Susan Thompson: You're insane.
Dean: It's been said.
Susan Thompson: I don't believe this.
Dean: Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean I guess it did, technically, but if a spirit can... forget it.
Dean: Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it?
Sam: Yeah. Yeah, it does. But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean.
Dean: We talked about a lotta things last night.
Sam: You know what I mean.
Dean: You were wasted.
Sam: But you weren't. And you promised.