- Bobby Singer: You know where Death is?
- Crowley: No. Haven't the foggiest.
- Bobby Singer: [cocks shotgun] Well, then get the hell off my property before I blast you so full of rock salt, you crap margaritas.
- Dean Winchester: [wearing a medical mask] Hey, check it out, I look like the King of Pop.
- [Sam rolls his eyes]
- Dean Winchester: Too soon?
- Sam Winchester: Too soon.