Dean: You know Sam there is something different about you. I can look you directly in the eyes!

Not!Sam: So ... plaid shirt, jeans, jacket ...
Dean: Right. That should do it for most monsters!

Dean: "What the FUDGE is going on with Sam? He likes my music, my food. Did he do something to Baby? Hmm..."
Not!Sam: So, these aliens abducted a guy last night and...
Dean: Woah, WOAH, woah! That subject is off limits, Sammy!
Not!Sam: ... "Boy, he is weird..."

Dean: "Sam, are you feeling okay, cause something's obviously going on with yo- crap, don't tell me. You took a joint from a guy named Don, didn't you?"

NotSam: "Okay The Seven Simple Rules According To Dean Winchester. So Rule No. 1: Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. Rule No. 2: No chick flick moments. Rule No. 3: If this cars a rockin, don't come a knockin. Rule No 4: Never take a joint from a guy named Don. Rule No. 5: No dogs in the car. Rule No. 6: Dean is always right. I'm sorry, I don't remember a Rule No. 7."

Dean: That's simple Sammy. Rule No. 7: See Rule No. 6."

NotSam: "Even I know that's stupid, Dean."

NotSam: "I left because I really wanted to have the sex with her."

Dean: "Sammy, even you can do better than that cougar!"

Not!Sam: She called you Fonzie. What's a Fonzie?
Dean: Are you serious? The Fonz! You know... (gestures his arms and thumbs up) 'Ayyyy'.
NotSam: Oh yeah..... (half heartily gestures his arms and thumbs up) 'Ayyyy'
Dean: Dude what's going on with you???

Dean: "No, "Mr. Never Met A Salad He Didn't Like" - tombstone roll is not a pastry made by Dunkin Donuts!"

NotSam: *counting on his fingers* "...twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. "Hey Dean, do you realize that according to Bob Seger, your "sweet sixteens turnin' thirty one" next year. You're getting old, man!"

Dean: "What? Shuddup. You need to learn to respect your elders. With age comes wisdom and experience. But I guess you would know all about that after last night. Right, Mr. Cougar Hound?"