Jen: So now she haunts the building, and anyone who sees her doesn’t live to tell the tale.
Curtis: Well, if no one lives to tell the tale, then how does the tale get told?

Dean: Woah, woah, woah, woah... hold on a minute!!
Sam: What?
Dean: C'mon, dude, that's not how it happened!
Sam: No? So you never drank a purple nurple?
Dean: Yeah, maybe that, but I don't say things like "fiesty little wildcat" and her name wasn't Starla.
Sam: Then what was it?
Dean: I don't know... but she was a classy chick. She was a grad student. Anthropology and folklore. We were talking about ghost stories.

Classy Girl: My God, you are attractive!
Dean: Thanks. But no time for that now. You need to tell me about this urban legend. Please? Lives are at stake.
Classy Girl: Sorry, I can't even concentrate. (gazes at Dean) It's like staring into the sun.

Sam: Dean. this is a very serious investigation. We don't have time for any of your blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Sam: I don't sound like that, Dean!
Dean: That's what you sound like to me.
Bobby Singer: Okay, what's going on with you two?
Sam: Nothing. Nothing, it's nothing.
Bobby: Come on, now, you're bickering like an old married couple.
Dean: No, see, married couples can get divorced. Me and him? We're like, uhh, Siamese twins.
Sam: It's conjoined twins!
Dean: See what I mean?

Janitor: Mr. Morality here, he brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat.

Sam: Dude... were you on my computer?
Dean: Uh...no...
Sam: Oh really? Cuz it's frozen now, on... on bustyasianbeauties.com? Dean walks away) Dean... would you, just... don't touch my stuff anymore, okay!?!
Dean: Why don't you control your OCD?

Curtis: They did tests on me then uh.. they probed me.
Dean: They probed you?
Curtis: Yeah, they probed me... Again and again and again and... and again and again and again and then one more time.
Dean: Yikes.
Curtis: That's not even the worst of it.
Dean: How can it get any worse? I mean, some alien made you his bitch?
(long pause)
Curtis: They... they made me slow dance...

(Dean tells his version of the story)
Sam: So you and this guy, Curtis, you were in the same house?
Frat Kid: Yeah.
Dean: You heard of what happened to him right?
Frat Kid: Yeah, he said it was aliens... but you know, whatever.
Sam: Look, man, I know this all has to be so hard...
Frat Kid: Not so much.
Sam: But I want you to know...I'm here for you. (pause) You brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain. Come here. (hugs him) Too precious for this world.
(cuts back to real life)
Sam: I never said that!
Dean: You're always saying pansy stuff like that.

Sam: The timing alone, there's gotta be some kinda connection here.
Dean: What, you mean between the angry spirit and the, uhh, sexed up E.T.? What could the connection possibly be?

Dean: These punishments, they’re almost poetic. Well, actually they’d be more like a limerick, but still…

Sam: You know something? I've put up with a lot from you!
Dean: What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around!

Sam: Your dirty socks in the sink! Your food in the fridge!
Dean: What's wrong with my food?
Sam: It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism!
Dean: I like it.

Sam: How would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?
Dean: It'd be the last thing you ever did.

Sam: There was this guy. He was a research scientist. Animal testing.
Dean: Yeah, you know, a dick. Which fits the pattern. [

Sam: Maybe we should get some help. I'll call Bobby, maybe he's run into something like this before.
Dean: Oh, I'm sure he has. Just your typical haunted campus, alien abduction, alligator in the sewer gig. Yeah, simple.

Bobby Singer: If you two had bothered to pull your heads out of your asses, it all would’ve been pretty clear.
Dean: What?
Bobby Singer: What you’re dealing with.
Dean: I got nothing.
Sam: Me neither.
Bobby Singer: You got a trickster on your hands.
Dean: That’s what I thought!
Sam: What?!? No you didn't!

Janitor: Sorry I’m dragging a little ass today, boys. Had quite the night last night. Lots of sex, if you catch my drift.
Dean: Yeah, hard not to.

Dean: Look, man, I--I gotta tell you, I dig your style, all right. You know. I mean, (gestures to scantily clad women) I do. I mean… phew! And the, uh, slow-dancing alien... (both laugh)
Janitor: One of my personal favorites.

Sam: Dean, I... I'm --
Dean: Hey. Me too.
Bobby Singer: ou guys are breaking my heart. Could we please just leave?

When Bobby, Sam and Dean drive off at the end of the episode, when the camera switches to a far shot of the car, you can tell that Bobby is not in the car.

Weekly World News

The Weekly World News is a mock-tabloid magazine featuring several stories intended as jokes. Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki were featured in the February 19, 2007 edition and are seen in this episode reading the Weekly World News.

A trickster, as seen in this episode, are traditionally creatures that thrive on creating mayhem. Tricksters have the power to make objects appear out of thin air. Traditionally Tricksters would create mayhem through very unusual means, some of which can be humorous. In order to kill a Trickster, folklore reads that one must use a stake dipped in a Trickster's victim's blood and stab it into the Trickster's heart. As mentioned in this episode, the most famous of Tricksters in folklore are Loki, which is popular in Scandinavian mythology, and Anansi, which is popular in West African mythology.