Supernatural2005

Sam Winchester:
[stuck as the Impala] You sure this is gonna work?

Dean Winchester:
No but I have no other ideas. [yells at the sky] All right you sonofabitch! Uncle! We'll do it!

Sam Winchester:
Should I honk? [the Trickster appears]

Trickster:
Wow. Sam, get a load of the rims on you.

Sam Winchester:
Eat me.

Trickster:
[whistles] Okay, boys. Ready to go quietly?

Dean Winchester:
Wo-wo-woah, not so fast. Nobody's goin' anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs.

Trickster:
What's the difference? Satan's gonna ride his ass one way or another. [Dean gives him a look, the Trickster snaps his fingers, Sam steps out of the car] Happy?

Dean Winchester:
Tell me one thing. Why didn't the stake kill you?

Trickster:
I *am* the Trickster.

Dean Winchester:
But maybe you're not. [Sam flicks a lighter, throws it down; a ring of holy fire goes up around the Trickster] Maybe you've always been an angel.

Trickster:
[laughs] A *what*? Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?

Dean Winchester:
I'll tell you what. You just jump out of the holy fire and, we'll call it our mistake. [Trickster laughs, then turns sober and the scene flips back to the empty warehouse]

Trickster:
[claps] Well played, boys. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?

Dean Winchester:
Well you might say we pulled it outta Sam's ass.