Supernatural, Season 2

Dean:
Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid.

Sam:
Why?

Dean:
Going to visit mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave. There was no body left after the fire.

Sam:
She has a headstone.

Dean:
Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never met. So you wanna go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on

Sam:
Dean, that's not the point.

Dean:
Well, then enlighten me, Sam.

Sam:
It's not about a body or a casket. It's about her memory, okay? And after dad, it just-it just feels like the right thing to do.

Dean:
It's irrational, is what it is.

Sam:
Look, man, no one asked you to come.

Dean:
Why don't we swing by the Roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down.

Sam:
That's a good idea. You should. Just drop me off. I'll hitch a ride, And I'll meet you tomorrow.

Dean:
Right. I'll be stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up. No, thanks.