Shoot didn't get to see this ep, sat down to relax on the sofa till it came on (like 10-15 minutes) and the next thing I know I am waking up at 6 am.
So went to tv.com got the lines I liked.
Kevin Parks: Well, we can clean up, reset the window, takes about 95 minutes, basically, so we'd have to blow off the scene where they sit on the Impala and talk about their feelings.
Robert Singer: Ha, right! You answer the hate mail.
Dean: They put freakin' makeup on us. Those bastards.
Dean: No, seriously, why? Why would anybody want to watch our lives?
Sam: Well, I mean, according to the interview, not very many people do.
Sam: I'm just saying, we landed in some dimension where you're... Jensen Ackles and I'm something called a Jared Padalecki.
Dean: So, what now, you're Polish?
Dean: Dear Castiel, who art maybe running his ass away from Heaven, we prey that you have your ears on. Breaker.. breaker.
Dean: Misha? Jensen? What's up with the names around here?
Sam: (seeing his counterpart's tanning bed) What am I, Dracula?
Dean: George Hamilton Dracula.
Sam: (reading the episode script) Who wrote this? No one says "penultimate."
Dean: Gun. Mouth. Now.
Dean: Maybe we can't get out of, you know, Earth Number Two right now. But the least we can get do is get the hell out of the Canadian part of it. I hear one more conversation about hockey, I'm going to puke.
Jim Michaels: This is Jim here, Sera, and it wasn't all the way to death. Only partway, so that's a plus.
Kevin Parks: He could definitely still run.
Dean: No hell below us, above us only sky?
Referencing the John Lennon song Imagine, in which Lennon dreams about a peaceful world.
So went to tv.com got the lines I liked.
Kevin Parks: Well, we can clean up, reset the window, takes about 95 minutes, basically, so we'd have to blow off the scene where they sit on the Impala and talk about their feelings.
Robert Singer: Ha, right! You answer the hate mail.
Dean: They put freakin' makeup on us. Those bastards.
Dean: No, seriously, why? Why would anybody want to watch our lives?
Sam: Well, I mean, according to the interview, not very many people do.
Sam: I'm just saying, we landed in some dimension where you're... Jensen Ackles and I'm something called a Jared Padalecki.
Dean: So, what now, you're Polish?
Dean: Dear Castiel, who art maybe running his ass away from Heaven, we prey that you have your ears on. Breaker.. breaker.
Dean: Misha? Jensen? What's up with the names around here?
Sam: (seeing his counterpart's tanning bed) What am I, Dracula?
Dean: George Hamilton Dracula.
Sam: (reading the episode script) Who wrote this? No one says "penultimate."
Dean: Gun. Mouth. Now.
Dean: Maybe we can't get out of, you know, Earth Number Two right now. But the least we can get do is get the hell out of the Canadian part of it. I hear one more conversation about hockey, I'm going to puke.
Jim Michaels: This is Jim here, Sera, and it wasn't all the way to death. Only partway, so that's a plus.
Kevin Parks: He could definitely still run.
Dean: No hell below us, above us only sky?
Referencing the John Lennon song Imagine, in which Lennon dreams about a peaceful world.