Here's one more quote from Supernatural that didn't fit on my previous blog entry.  It's my personal favorite!

Michael: You said you're a big brother?                                                               Dean: Yeah.                                                                                                                     Michael: You take care of your little brother?  Do anything for him?           Dean: Yeah, I would.

Sam: Dude, you gotta update your cassette tape collection.
Dean: Why?
Sam: Well for one they are cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica... it’s the greatest hits of mullet rock.
Dean: House rules, Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.
Sam: Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It's Sam, okay?
Dean: Sorry, can’t hear you. The music's too loud.

Dean: When's the last time you got a good night sleep?
Sam: I don't know. A little while I guess. It's not a big deal.
Dean: Yeah, it is!
Sam: Look I appreciate your concern...
Dean: Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive! So I need you sharp.

Dean: I look like one of the Blues Brothers.
Sam: No you don't. You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance.

Sam: Why'd you let me fall asleep?
Dean: Because I'm an awesome brother.

Dean: Sammy! Sammy!
Sam: It's Sam.

Sam: Look, you're my brother and I'd die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.

Dean: Man, you've been holding out on me, this college thing is awesome!
Sam: This wasn't really my experience.
Dean: Let me guess - libraries, studying, straight A's.
(Sam nods)
Dean: What a geek.

Dean: So you found some beetles in a hole in the ground.  That's shocking, Sam.

Real Estate Agent: We accept people of all races, color, and sexual orientation.
Dean: Hmm, right. Ah, I'm going to go talk to Larry. Okay, Honey? (smacks Sam on the butt)

Dean: Hey Sam, who do you think is a hotter psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?

Dean: Sam, you were right, you gotta do your own thing, you gotta live your own life.
Sam: Are you serious?
Dean: You've always known what you want and you go after it. Stand up to Dad, and you always have. I wish I had. Anyway, I admire that about you. I'm proud of you, Sammy.
Sam: I don't even know what to say
Dean: Say you'll take care of yourself.
Sam: I will.

Dean: How’d you get here?
Sam: I stole a car.
Dean: That’s my boy!

Dean: Look, Sammy, what can I say, man, it’s a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story.
Sam: Don't talk like that, all right? We still have options.
Dean: What options? Get a burial or cremation?

Dean: I'm gonna die, Sam.  You can't stop it.
Sam: Watch me!

Dean: Our family’s not cursed…we've just had our dark spots.
Sam: Our dark spots are pretty dark.
Dean: You’re dark.

Dean: (talking about Sam) When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then I've felt responsible for him, like it's my job to keep him safe.

Sam: So you got sidelined by a 13-year old girl?
Dean: Shut up.
Sam: I'm just saying, getting a little rusty there aren't you, kiddo?

Dean: If you hurt my brother – I’ll kill you, I swear!  I’ll kill all of you!

Dean: Don't ever do that again.
Sam: Do what?
Dean: Go missing like that.
Sam: You were worried about me!
Dean: I'm just saying, you vanish like that again and I'm not looking for you.
Sam: Sure you are.
Dean: No I'm not.

Dean: What's the matter, Sammy? You afraid you gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?
Sam: All right. Just remember you started it.
Dean: Oh, bring it on, baldy.

Dean: I thought the legend said Mordecai only went after chicks.
Sam: It does.
Dean: Well that explains why it went after you, but why me?

Dean: Don't worry, I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth killing.
Sam: Yeah, what makes you so sure?
Dean: Well, because I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right.
Sam: No it doesn't.
Dean: Yeah, it totally does.

Sam: Hey Dean, I'm sorry.
Dean: For what?
Sam: You know, I've really given you a lot of crap for always following Dad's orders. But I know why you do it.
Dean: Oh god, kill me now.

Dean: You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone and they're never coming back.
Sam: Don't you say that, not you, not after all this, don't you say that!
Dean: Sam, look. The three of us, that's all we have. And it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man. And without you or Dad...

Sam: Dean, uh, I want to thank you.
Dean: For what?
Sam: For everything. You've always had my back, you know. Even when I couldn't count on anyone, I could always count on you. And, uh, I just wanted to let you know, just in case.
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, you kidding me?
Sam: What?
Dean: Don't say just in case something happens to you, I don't want to hear that freaking speech, man. Nobody's dying tonight, not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon.

Dean: What's happening? Is there a fire?
Firefighter: Sir, you have to stand back.
Dean: Well, I got a yorkie upstairs and he pees when he's nervous.

Sam: Hey, uh, Dean? Ummm...You saved my life back there.
Dean: So I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?
Sam: I'm trying to thank you here.
Dean: You're welcome.

John: I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it?  I thought we saw eye to eye on this – killing this demon comes first, before me, before everything.
Sam: (looks in the rear-view mirror at Dean) No, sir, not before everything.