dean says... (part 2)
Well, as I said... Lil' Sam can be the "boy king", but my Dean is the "philosopher king" for sure... Sorry Plato, you have to get in the line for autographs :PPP
Dean: What’s in the box? (pause) Brad Pitt? Seven? No?
Dean: Gumby girl... Does that make me Pokey?
Dean: Don’t worry, Bobby will find a way to break it. Until then I say we hit Vegas. Pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man.
Dean: I'm Batman!
Dean: There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach.
Dean: Snow White? Ah, I saw that movie. Oh, porn version anyway.
Dean: I'm gonna stop the big bad wolf. Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said.
Dean: Can I shoot her?
Dean: Don't objectify me.
Dean: Screw you
Dean: You’re the shortbus…shortbus
Dean: I saw Hellraiser, I get the gist.
Dean: (about to drink the dream tea) Well, shall we dim the lights and sync up Wizard of Oz and Dark Side of the Moon?
Dean: I get all tingly when you take control like that.
Dean: Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out, Sam... Sam! You think you're funny but you're being really, really childish! - Sam Winchester wears makeup. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up..... Okay, enough!
Dean: Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!
Dean: Dingo ate my baby crazy
Dean: Oh I don't know, what - whether cialis will help you with your little condition?
Dean: Salt. Lots and lots of salt.
Dean: What, he's never heard of a RealDoll?
Dean: No we were uh, we were actually talking about our feelings. And then our favorite boy bands. Yeah, we were talking a case.
Dean: Completely rocked my understanding of the word "necrophilia."
Dean: What's that, a sandwich?
Dean: "Stripper suffocates dude with thighs"?
Dean: Oh, bite me. I totally rehearsed that speech, too.
Dean: (to Sam): If this is my last day on earth, I don't want it to be socially awkward.
Dean: I'd like to think it's because of my perky nipples.
Dean: I know. I should look like a Thriller video reject.
Dean: Sammy, wherever you are - Mom is a babe! I'm so going to hell. Again.
Dean: What, did angels invest in Deloreans?
Dean: Dean Van Halen.
Dean: Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress with his KY.
Dean: Brother, I have been rehymenated. And the Dude does not abide.
Dean: Awesome. It's nice to have my head on the chopping block again, I almost forgot what that feels like. It's friggin' delightful.
Dean: Zombie-ghost orgy, huh? Well, that's it. I'm torching everybody.
Dean: Darn right I wanted to save some naked women.
Dean: Plus FBI. And on Thursdays, we're teddy bear doctors.
Dean: Run, Forrest, run!
Dean: So I'm Girl, Interrupted, and I know the score with the apocalypse. Just busted out of the nutbox. Possibly using super powers by the way. Where do I go?
Dean: Who was? The plumber, hmmm? A little snaking the pipes?
Dean: Nothing. It's just… an angel and a demon, riding in the back seat. It's like the setup for a bad joke.
Dean: That's psycho Nell!
Dean: What kind of koolaid you been drinking, man? Sammy, it ends bloody- or sad- that's just the life.
Dean: I hope I die before I get old.
Dean: Today you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning. A game with one simple rule. Dodge.
Dean: Dude! Dude!
Dean: Strippers, Sammy. Strippers! We are on an actual case involving strippers. Finally!
Dean: Oh I am so feeling up Demi Moore.
Dean: Behave yourself, would you? No homework, watch some porn.
Dean: There's Sam Girls and Dean Girls and...What's a slash fan?
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Source: Supernatural: SuperWiki: Seasons 3 and 4.
