- Julia Wilkinson: [to young deputy] Now listen to me, young man. Those demons are back. It's happening all over again.
- Officer: Demons.
- Julia Wilkinson: Yes. Demons. Are you deaf?
- Officer: Yes, mam, you know what, we're going to take care of those demons right away. Now do you need a ride home or something?
- Julia Wilkinson: Don't patronize me, you little turd!
- Sam Winchester: Can I ask you something?
- Julia Wilkinson: If it's for a date, I'm sorry. I never see anyone under 65. Too much drama.
- Ric Young: What's on the menu tonight?
- Karen Young: Meatloaf.
- Ric Young: Really? Again?
- Karen Young: I wish you wouldn't say that. You know how hard I work all day, and yet you criticize me.
- [picks up candle holder and hits Ric in the face with it twice]
- Karen Young: So, yes.
- [continues hitting him]
- Karen Young: We're having meatloaf. With potatoes... and broccoli... and lots of good things.
- Julia Wilkinson: Did you know them?
- Sam Winchester: Yes, uh... Sort of. It's complicated.
- Julia Wilkinson: I'm an ex-nun, sweetie. "Complicated" is my middle name.
- Dean Winchester: I thought you were cleaning up your act.
- Crowley: Well, I was going to, but then after very little soul-searching, I decided to embrace my addiction
- Crowley: I know that Cain gave you his Mark for a reason. And I know that rather than embracing it, rather than looking at it as the gift that it is, you're sulking like you lost your knuffle bunny.
- Crowley: Just between us girls, how did you feel when you sunk the First Blade into Magnus' head?
- Dean Winchester: Not half as good as I'm gonna feel when it's yours.
- Crowley: Love it when you talk dirty.
- Dean Winchester: What do you want?
- Crowley: You tell me, Romeo. You rang. Let me guess -- you butt-dialed me?
- Dean Winchester: Whatever the hell that is.
- Sam Winchester: So, after all these years, you're still doing Abaddon's dirty work, huh, Agnes?
- Sister Agnes: Would you believe it's gotten even dirtier?
- Josie Sands: I hate nuns.
- Henry Winchester: Why, because she answered me and not you?
- Josie Sands: No, because I went to Catholic school and I have a lot of pent-up anger.
- Sister Agnes: Stealing souls is winning!
- Sam Winchester: Winning what?
- Sister Agnes: Hell's crown, nimrod. You think Abaddon is just gonna sit there while those pantywaisted demons refuse to pick a side? And so she made a plan: if you can't convince them, make 'em.
- Sam Winchester: She's turning souls into demons?
- Sister Agnes: A demon army, unbeatable, loyal only to her.
- Sam Winchester: Well, uh... At this rate... Should only take a couple million years. Have fun with that.
- Sister Agnes: You think I'm the only one doing this? We have factories spread throughout. Worry not, though. Victory is nigh.
- Julia Wilkinson: I was so scared. I prayed and prayed, but God didn't answer my prayers. Henry and Josie did.
- Sam Winchester: [about all the strange people in lockup. One muttering, another writing in blood, one bashing their head one the bars] So, tell me what's happening here.
- Sheriff: I was hoping you'd tell me. You're the one that mentioned weird.
- Julia Wilkinson: I say "demons," and you don't bat an eye, when everyone else around here thinks I'm nuts on toast.
- Sam Winchester: Maybe I'm just a bit more open-minded than most.
- Henry Winchester: This; our work... It's a noble calling, isn't it? I mean, yes, there's risk, but, gosh. I feel the fool for doubting it for even a second.
- Abaddon/Josie: Hmm.
- Henry Winchester: And you, Josie?
- Abaddon/Josie: Me? Well, I feel like a whole new person.
- Mother Superior: A woman amongst the Men of Letters?
- Josie Sands: Yes.
- Mother Superior: Well, ain't that a blast.
- Josie Sands: You do know what we're capable of, demon?
- Mother Superior: Yes. I know what you *think* you're capable of.
- Sister Agnes: You're going to study the Men of Letters?
- Abaddon: For a moment. And then I'll destroy them.
- Crowley: Last time we chitchatted, we agreed that you were gonna line up Carrot Top.
- Dean Winchester: Yep, well... I'm on it.
- Crowley: Unless Abaddon likes 10-cent wings, stale beer, and the clap, I doubt that she's here.
- Mother Superior: You hunters are always sticking your noses in where they don't belong.
- Josie Sands: Hunters? Please.
- Sam Winchester: What are you, Billy?
- Billy: Clear.
- Sam Winchester: Of?
- Billy: Everything.
- Sam Winchester: Why are you doing this?
- Billy: You think there's a "why"? No. It's because I want to. And I can.