Dean: You're up early. What're you doing?
Sam: Nothing. I was in the can.
Dean: Yeah?
Sam: Yeah. Want me to draw you a picture?
Dean: No, I'll pass.
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Mr. Benson: Her name was... Jasmine.
Sam: She was a stripper?
Dean: Dude, her name was Jasmine.
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Dean: Dude, you totally c-blocked me.
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Sam: You know, it's almost like they were under some kind of love spell.
Dean: Sure seems that way.
Sam: Which caused them to become totally psychotic.
Dean: Absolutely.
Sam: You seem pretty cheery.
Dean: Strippers, Sammy. Strippers! We are on an actual case involving strippers. Finally!
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Sam: I just talked to Bobby. We officially have a theory.
Dean: What's that?
Sam: Sirens.
Dean: Like Greek myth sirens? The Odyssey? Hey, I read.
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Dean: What the hell am I supposed to do with him?
Sam: Just take him to the strip club, keep an eye out for the siren. Come on, Dean. Just, just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there.
Dean: I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for the girls.
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Dean: You know, for a Fed you're not a total dick.
Nick Monroe: Aren't we both Feds?
Dean: Yeah, I know, I just... not a lot of Feds as cool as us, huh?
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(to Sam)
Dr. Cara Roberts: Screw it. Have fun, no regrets, and live life like there's no tomorrow. For instance, I have been thinking about you all night. Well, parts of you.
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