Supernatural, Season 1

Meg:
John, you made it. Too bad, really. I was hoping to kill more of your friends.

John:
Sorry to disappoint.

Meg:
I can see where your boys get their good looks. But I must admit, considering what they say about you, I thought you'd be…taller. [John says nothing] Well, aren't you the chatty one? You wanna get to business? Fine. Why don't you hand over the gun?

John:
If I give you the gun, how do I get out of here?

Meg:
Well, if you're as good as they say you are, I'm sure you'll figure something out.

John:
Maybe I'll just shoot you.

Meg:
You wanna shoot me, baby? Go ahead. It won't end anything. There's more where I came from.

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Meg:
You're dead, John. Your boys are dead.

John:
I never used the gun, how could I know it wouldn't work?

Meg:
I am so not in the mood for this, I've just been shot!

John:
Well then, I guess you're lucky the gun wasn't real.

Meg:
That's funny, John. We're gonna strip the skin from your bones, but that was funny.