- Rowena: Now, Fergus was bright. Walked before his first birthday, but he hated pants. Hated them. He'd run 'round the village, his wee banger just flapping around the breeze.
- Chuck Shurley: Adam and Eve were the same way.
- Rowena, Chuck Shurley: Kids.
- Crowley: I'm so glad the world is ending.
- Dean Winchester: Really think this is gonna work?
- Sam Winchester: Rowena said it would.
- Dean Winchester: Oh. Yeah.
- Dean Winchester: [as Rowena] It's a Book of the Damned spell, boyos. You take this wee crystal. It'll suck up all the blimey ghosts. Just say the magic word.
- Dean Winchester: Okay, look. I want a big funeral. All right? I'm talking epic. Okay? Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy.
- Crowley: She's using you. It's what she does. Find someone with power... cozies up... digs the claws in.
- Chuck Shurley: Hmm. Yeah, well, I'm not helping anyone right now, obviously. She's been... nice.
- Crowley: And now?
- Chuck Shurley: Now's kind of all we got.
- Crowley: Whatever. I'm not calling you Dad.
- Dean Winchester: You know, sometimes me and Sam have got so much going on that... we forget about everyone else.
- Castiel: Well, you do live exciting lives.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, that's one word for it. But you're always there, you know? You're the best friend we've ever had. You're our brother, Cass. I want you to know that.
- Castiel: Thank you.
- [Dean guzzles down a beer]
- Sam Winchester: Really?
- Dean Winchester: Really. What? We hit Amara with everything we got, and she walked it off. So...
- Sam Winchester: So it's last call?
- Dean Winchester: That's right. Look, man. If you got something for me to punch, shoot, or kill, let me know and I'll do it. I'll do it till I die. But how are we suppose to fix the friggin' sun?
- Dean Winchester: Well, what are we waiting for? How do I smuggle this thing?
- Crowley: We could always shove it up your...
- Dean Winchester: Hey.
- Crowley: I mean, you could.
- Rowena: You won't carry the bomb. You'll be the bomb.