| 1x19 Provenance
(nel mausoleo) Dean: hai notato qualcosa di strano qui? Sarah: Uh, da dove devo iniziare? Dean: non è quello che voglio dire. guarda le urne... Sam: Yeah ce ne sono solo 4. Dean: mamma e i tre bambini... il caro papà non è qui.
Dean: va bene, allora, se la posizione di isaiah è cambiata allora molte altre cose nel dipinto cambiate ugualmente, sai, potrebbero darci alcuni indizi Sam: cosa, come nel codice da vinci? Dean: non lo so, sto ancora aspettando il film.
Sam: quale casa non ha il sale? amanti del basso contenuto di sodio!
Sarah: Uh, non è una scena del crimine? Dean: beh, hai già mentito ai poliziotti. che vuoi che sia un'altra infrazione?
Sarah: There are million things that I want to say to you, but for the life of me, I can't think of one. Sam: Yeah, I'll miss you too.
Dean: Consignment auctions, estate sales - it's like a garage sale for WASPs if you ask me.
Sarah: You’re shameless, you know that? Daniel Blake: For that kind of money, I can afford to be.
Sam: Thanks, Dean, but I can get my own dates. Dean: You can, but you don’t.
Sam: You know, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up? Dean: Because then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time.
Sarah: You guys are uncomfortably comfortable with this. Sam: Well, this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug. Still think I'm a catch?
Sarah: So this is what you guys do for a living? Sam: Not exactly. We don't get paid.
Sarah: Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right about this, well, me and my dad sold that painting. We might have got those people killed. Look, I'm not saying I'm not scared, because I am scared as hell. But I'm not going to run and hide, either. So, we going or what? Dean: Sam, marry that girl.
Sam: I don't understand, Dean. We burned the damn thing! Dean: Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious.
Sam: And nothing. That's it, I left. Dean: You didn't have to con her or do any special favors or anything like that? Sam: Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter?
Sam: Alright, so I think I got something. Dean: Oh yeah, me too. I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little, what do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one. Sam: So what are we today, Dean? Are we rock stars, Army Rangers? Dean: We're L.A. TV scouts looking for people with special skills. I mean, hey, it's not that far off, huh?
Dean: Grant Wood, Grandma Moses...what? Sam: Art History course. It's good for meeting girls. Dean: It's like I don't even know you.
Sam: Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin. Dean: Not me. Sam: No, no, no, no. Pickups are your thing, Dean. Dean: It wasn't my butt she was checking out.
Dean: (mumbling to himself) I'm the one who burned the doll and destroyed the spirit, but don't thank me or anything!
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