- Sheriff: You worked some pretty dark stuff in your day, haven't you, agent? Must've left some quite of mark.
- Dean Winchester: Oh, you have no idea.
- Crowley: The Quince cost me a major I.O.U. with a Palestinian warlock. The gold from the calf... well, let's just say I'll be hanged under certain sexual-deviancy laws if I ever show my face in Jordan again.
- Dean Winchester: You okay?
- Sam Winchester: I'll live. You?
- Dean Winchester: Fantastic. I think I just killed Death.
- Death: Your brother cannot be killed, and the Mark cannot be destroyed, not without inciting a far greater evil than any of us have ever known.
- Sam Winchester: What evil?
- Dean Winchester: The Darkness.
- Sam Winchester: What the hell is that?
- Dean Winchester: Well, what does it sound like? Does it sound like a good thing?
- Rowena MacLeod: The third ingredient, it's impossible.
- Castiel: What is it?
- Rowena MacLeod: Loosely translated, "my heart".
- Castiel: It's not impossible at all.
- Rowena MacLeod: Not my literal heart, feathers.
- Crowley: All my long life, I wondered what I'd done to deserve a mother who refused to show love. I pained over it. I built my bloody kingdom on top of it. Then one day, epiphany struck. My mother was incapable of loving anything. For the first time in hundreds of years, I felt free. And then you showed up in my dungeon, we communed, and I began to realize you weren't incapable of love. You're incapable of loving *me*.
- Rowena MacLeod: Goodness, Fergus, save it for the stage, why don't you? I mean, fabulous speech, but you put yourself on far too high a pedestal.
- Castiel: The three ingredients on this list.
- Crowley: [Reading through it] "Forbidden fruit." Well, for starters, it's a Quince, you dummy, not an apple. No problem. "Golden Calf"... Or what's left of it; check. "Something Rowena loves"?
- Castiel: I would've thought it would've been you, but...
- Crowley: Spare me. I've lived it.
- Rowena MacLeod: Bring me something I love, I'll kill it. I want my freedom too much to make a fuss over that. The problem is, I don't love anything.
- Castiel: What about Crowley?
- Rowena MacLeod: Happy to kill him. Let's not call it love.
- Rowena MacLeod: Hello, boys. Just in time for tea... unless, something on your mind?
- Sam Winchester: Five things, actually.
- [Cocks gun]
- Sam Winchester: Hollow tips filled with witch-killing brew.
- Rowena MacLeod: How exciting for you. Your NRA will be beside themselves with pride.
- Crowley: Fancy a story? A long, long time ago, there once lived an evil bitch, sorry, witch -- who was forced to flee her home and her only son because she was, well, horrible.
- Crowley: You're not powerful enough.
- Rowena MacLeod: To what? Control the likes of a bored king and a wayward angel? I'm afraid, Fergus, that in all your long life, you've never seen what a real witch can do with real magic. I'm terrifically pleased it's the last thing you'll ever see.
- Sam Winchester: [to Castiel] Do you want to kill Dean? Because I don't. And the only way I know how to save my brother is to cure the Mark. And, yes, I know there will be consequences, but not you, not Dean -- not anybody can tell me what those consequences are. So I'm not gonna let my brother destroy himself on a guess.
- Sam Winchester: You're twisting my words here, Dean.
- Dean Winchester: Why? Because we track evil and kill it? The family business? Is that it? Look at the tape, Sam. Evil tracks us. And it nukes everything in our vicinity -- our family, our friends. It's time we put a proper name to what we really are and we deal with it.
- Death: God created the earth out of nothing. Or so your Sunday-school teacher would have you believe.
- Dean Winchester: What, so Genesis is a lie, eh? Shocker.