Okie dokie...one of the reason i watch Supernatural is because of its quirky funny quotes..they can make wewe laugh even if you're scared out of your wits au wewe shed a tear au two..
Here are a couple of my inayopendelewa lines from the latest season:




Lazarus rising
Dean: Look, pal, I'm not buying what you're selling. Who are wewe really?
Castiel: I told you.
Dean: Right. And why would an Angel rescue me from hell?
Castiel: Good things do happen, Dean.
Dean: Not in my experience.

Dean: wewe mean the gas station and the hotel. That was wewe talking? (Castiel nods) Buddy, inayofuata time lower the volume.
Castiel: It was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought wewe would be one of them. I was wrong.
Dean: And what visage are wewe in now, what, holy tax accountant?

Demon waitress: So wewe get to just strolled out of the pit, huh? Tell me, what makes wewe so special?
Dean: I'd like to think it's because of my perky nipples.

Dean: (in the Impala) What the hell is that?
Sam: That's an iPod jack.
Dean: wewe were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.

Dean: Dude, I'm so in.
Sam: Yeah, she's gonna eat wewe alive.
Dean: Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it!
Pamela: You're invited too, Grumpy.
Dean: wewe are not invited.

Dean: I know. I should look like a Thriller video reject.

Dean: But don’t come crawling to me when they onyesha up on your doorstep with vaseline and a moto hose.

Are wewe there God? It's me, Dean Winchester
Dean: All I know is I was not groped kwa an angel.

Sam: A demon who's immune to salt rounds? And devil traps? And Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing.
Dean: Don't wewe think that if angels were real, that some hunter, somewhere, would have seen one. At some point! Ever.
Sam: Yeah. wewe just did, Dean.
Dean: I'm trying to come up with a theory here, okay? Work with me.
Sam: Dean, we have a theory.
Dean: Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please!

Dean, to Sam: You're gonna get me some pie! *later* Dude, where's the pie??

Sam: wewe built a panic room??
Bobby: I had a weekend off.
Dean: Bobby..you're awesome!

Castiel: The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals.
Dean: I’m guessing that’s not a onyesha at SeaWorld.

Castiel: The Lord works..
Dean: If wewe say "mysterious ways" so help me, I will kick your ass.

Meg: wewe don't recognize me? This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut.

Bobby: I think I got everything we need here at the house.
Dean: Any chance wewe got everything we need here in this room?
Bobby: So wewe thought our luck was gonna start now all of a sudden?

In the beginning
Azazel: All those angels on your shoulder. No, I'm gonna cover my tracks good.
Dean: wewe can cover whatever the hell wewe want, I'm still going to kill you.
Azazel: Right. Now that I'd like to see.
Dean: Maybe not today. But wewe look into my eyes, wewe son of a bitch, 'cause I'm the one that kills you.

Dean: Sammy, wherever wewe are..mom is a babe! I'm going to hell..again..

Dean: What about the rest of the town? Did wewe find anything on the web..of..information that wewe have assembled.
Deanna: Electrical storms, maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on friday.
Dean: kwa mail?
Samuel: No, we hired a jetliner to fly them to us overnight.

Samuel: So wewe didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?
Woman: wewe mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back forty?

Dean: So, what, God's my co-pilot, is that it?

Metamorphosis
Dean: I’ve seen big weird, little weird, weird with crazy on top. But this guy, come on, this guy’s boring.

Dean(to Ruby): Well aren't wewe just an obedient little bitch?

Travis: Boys, we got ourselves a rugaru.
Dean: Rugaru? Is that made up? That sounds made up.

Dean: Longpig?
Sam: He means human flesh.
Dean: And that is my new word of the day!

Dean: Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress right inayofuata to his K-Y. It's a sickness. It is.

Dean: wewe probably feeling your Bones moving under your skin and your appetite’s reaching Hungry Hungry Hippo levels. How am I doing so far?

Sam: I've got demon blood in me, Dean. I'm a whole new level of freak! (poor Sammy..broke my heart!)

Monster movie
Dean: Hey, wewe think this Dracula can turn into a bat? That'd be cool.

Jamie: Try again tomorrow, g-man.
Dean: I wish I could. I don't think we're stayin' on the case.
Jamie: What? Is it too weird for you?
Dean: Not weird enough.

Dean: It looks like we stumbled upon a midnight inaonyesha of Dracula meets the mbwa mwitu Man.

Dean: We need to find this guy before he Creature from the Black Lagoons somebody.

Dean: We still gotta see the new Raiders movie.
Sam: Saw it.
Dean: Without me?
Sam: wewe were in hell.
Dean: That's no excuse.

Dean: I'm a maverick ma'am..a rebel with a badge..one thing I don't play by..the rules! (he winks..awwww)
Sam: Okay maverick!

Dean: ..which leads me to conclude..sadly..that my virginity is intact.

Dean: Brother, i have been rehymenated and the dude will not obide!
Sam: Alright..dude!

Dean(at the morgue): I'm getting a headache!

Dracula: I have a coupon.

Dean: That guy was about to Frankenstein me.
Sam: hujambo there Hansel!
Dean: Shut up!

Yellow fever
Dean: That was scary!...What??

Dean: Run!! He'll kill you!

Coroner: Everyone drops dead sooner au later. That's why I've got job security.

Sam: How ya feelin'?
Dean: Awesome. It's nice to have my head on the chopping block again, I almost forgot what that feels like. It's friggin delightful.

Sam: It's ghost sickness.
Dean: Ghost sickness?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: God, no.
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: I don't even know what that is.

Sam: Dude, you're going 20.
Dean: So?
Sam: That's the speed limit.
Dean: What? Safety's a crime now?

Dean: Sam, I'm not gonna make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic, I'm not suicidal. Did I just say that? That was kinda weird.

Sam: What are wewe doing waiting out here anyway
Dean: Our room is on the fourth floor..It's high.

Dean: I mean, come on Sam. What are we doing?
Sam: We're hunting a ghost.
Dean: A ghost, exactly. Who does that?
Sam: Us.
Dean: Us, right. And that Sam is exactly why our lives suck. I mean come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? Normal people, they see a monster and they run, not us. No, no, no we tafuta out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or..or eat us. wewe know who does that? Crazy people! We are insane!!

Dean: On the up-side, I'm still alive, so..uh..go team!

Bobby: 'Cause this line of work can get awful scary.
Dean: I'm fine. What, wewe wanna go hunting? I'll hunt. I'll kill anything.
Sam: Awwww...
Bobby: He's adorable :D (yeah, he so is!)

It's the great pumpkin, Sam Winchester
Sam: Yeah, that demon ray-gun stuff? Doesn't work on me.

Dean: I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you're compensating for something.

Dean: Yeah..well, if wewe were a six-hundred-year hag and wewe could choose any costume to come back in, wouldn't wewe go for a hot cheerleader? I would...mmm..

Dean: Witches, man. They're so freaking skeevy.

Sam: What about you? Find anything on the victim?
Dean: This Luke Wallace..he was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy.

Dean: Astronaut!!

Dean: So we're talking ghosts.
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Zombies.
Sam: Mm-hmm..
Dean: Leprechauns?
Sam: Dean!
Dean: Those little dudes are scary..small hands.

Dean: It's Halloween, man.
Sam: Yeah. For us, every siku is Halloween.
Dean: Don't be a downer.

Dean: I'm telling you, both of these vics are squeaky-clean. There was no reason for wicked-bitch payback.

Wishful thinking
Dean: au it's a Bigfoot. wewe know, and he's some kind of alcoholo-porno addict...kind of like a deep-woods Duchovny.

Waiter: wewe have got to try our ice cream extreme. It’s extreme.
Sam: Uh, no extremities, please.

Sam: I can see you're very interested.
Dean: Women, showers. We got to save these people.

Dean: I got to tell you, I’m pretty disappointed.
Sam: wewe wanted to save naked women.
Dean: Darn right I wanted to save some naked women.

Dean: So what, Bigfoot breaks into a liquor store jonesing for some hooch? Amaretto and Irish Cream..he's a girl-drink drunk.

Sam: Are we... should we... are we gonna kill this teddy bear?
Dean: How? Do we shoot it, burn it?
Sam: I don't know. Both?
Dean: How do we even know that's gonna work? I mean I don't want some giant, flaming, pissed-off teddy on our hands.
Sam: Yeah. Besides, I get the feeling that the kubeba isn't really the..you know..core problem here.

Dean: Little girl..
Girl: Audrey!!!! (awesome...oh, man..Dean's face...hahaaa)

Dean: We are teddy kubeba doctors!

Sam: I'm really sorry to have to break this to you, but your kubeba is sick. Yeah, he's..he's got...
Dean: Lollipop disease.

Teddy Bear: Look at this. wewe believe this crap?
Dean: Not really.
Teddy Bear: It is a terrible world. Why am I here?
Audrey: For chai parties!
Teddy Bear: chai parties? Is that all there is???

suicidal note of the teddy bear: "Life is meaningless. Signed T. Bear" (it was so damn funny!! emo teddy)

I know what wewe did last summer
Anna: This demon, Lilith, is trying to break the 66 seals to free Lucifer from Hell. Lucifer will bring the Apocalypse. So smoke ‘em if wewe got ‘em.

Dean: Well, wewe got a lot of nerve inaonyesha up anywhere near me.
Ruby: I just have some info, and then I'm gone.
Sam: What is it?
Ruby: I'm hearing a few whispers.
Dean: Ooh, great, demon whisperers..that's reliable.

Sam: C'mooon!! Where the hell are you??..I don't want ten years. I don't want one year. I don't want candy! I want to trade places with Dean!

Dean: That’s Revelations.
Psychiatrist: Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o-lanterns?
Dean: It’s, uh..a little-known translation.

Dean: So, they lock wewe up with a case of the crazies, when really you’re just tuning into Angel radio?

Anna: And you're Dean..THE Dean?
Dean: Oh, yeah..THE Dean I guess..

Dean: So I'm Girl, Interrupted..and I know the score with the apocalypse..just busted out of the nutbox..possibly using super powers kwa the way. Where do I go?

Ruby: Proof. This body is 100% socially conscious. I recycle. Al Gore would be proud.

Alastair: Don't wewe recognize me? Oh, I forgot..I'm wearing a pediatrician.

Dean: Well, at least now we know why the demons want wewe so bad. They get a hold of wewe , they can hear everything the other side's cooking...you're 1-900-ANGEL!

Dean: Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Dean: Too much information!
Sam: Hey, I told wewe I was coming clean.
Dean: Yeah, but now I feel dirty. Okay, well uh...brain-stabbing imagery aside, so far all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch, kahaba who uh...screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get wewe to go bad.

Dean: I guess I..you know..
Ruby: What?
Dean: I guess I owe wewe for..Sam. And I just wanted to..you know..
Ruby: Don’t strain yourself.
Dean: Okay, then. Is the moment over?..good, cause that was awkward.

Heaven and Hell
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, I know she's wiretapping your Angel chats au whatever, but it's no reason to gank her.
Uriel: Don't worry. I'll kill her gentle.

Uriel: Give us the girl.
Dean: Sorry. Get yourself another one. Try Jdate.

Dean: Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can't even touch the joint.
Ruby: Which I find racist, kwa the way.
Dean: Write your Congressman.

Sam: Where’s Bobby?
Dean: Uh, the Dominican. He alisema we break anything, we buy it.
Sam: Is he working a job?
Dean: God, I hope so. Otherwise he’s at Hedonism in a banana, ndizi hammock and a trucker cap.
Sam: Now that’s seared in my brain.

Sam: She was convinced that he wasn’t her real daddy.
Dean: Who was? The plumber, hmm? A little snaking the pipes?
Sam: Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again.

Pamela: Sam, is that you?
Sam: I’m right here.
Pamela: Oh. Know how I can tell? That perky little punda of yours. wewe could bounce a nickel off that thing.

Dean: So, wewe just forgot that wewe were God’s little Power Ranger?

Dean: So what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and Shazam, you're Roma Downey?
Anna: Something like that.

Ruby: What?
Dean: Nothing. It’s just..an Angel and a demon, riding in the back seat. It’s like the setup for a bad joke. au a Penthouse foramu letter.
Sam: Dude..reality..porn.
Dean: wewe call this reality?

Dean: What was that for?
Anna: wewe know… our last night on Earth… all that.
Dean: You’re stealing my best line.

Uriel: Wait, there's more. wewe cut yourself a slice of Angel chakula cake. wewe did.
Dean: What would wewe care? You're junkless down there right? Like a Ken doll.

Family remains
Dean: Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is going to sell like hotcakes.

Sam: It's probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them.
Dean: Know-it-all.
Sam: What?
Dean: What?
Sam: wewe said..
Dean: What?
Sam: Never mind.

Dean: What kind of ghost messes with a man's wheels?!?

Dean: Geez, rent Juno, get over it.

Sam: So it's just a girl?
Dean: It's not just a girl, it's psycho Nell..I'm telling wewe man..humans!

Kate: I just got molested kwa Casper the pervy ghost, that's what happened!

Ted: It's just some backwoods hillbilly bitch, kahaba and I'm not about sit around here waiting for her to go all Deliverance on my ass.

Mrs. Curry: I already told the local boys, there was blood..everywhere.
Dean: And Mr. Gibson, where was he?
Mrs. Curry: Everywhere.

Dean:...oh, gross! So the daddy was the baby daddy too..

Dean:..she bust out and ganks dear old dad..slash grandad?

Dean: Please nobody grab my leg, please nobody grab my leg!

Criss Angel is a douchebag

Ruby: The whole world's about to be engulfed in hellfire, and you're here in Magictown, U.S.A.
Sam: wewe got something against magic?

Dean: Thought wewe were tailing him?
Sam: He slipped me..
Dean: He's 60!
Sam: He's a magician!

Dean: I can't believe people actually fall for that crap.
Sam: It's not all crap.
Dean: What part of that was not a steaming pile of B.S.?

Dean: No. I think we'll be dead. For good. Why, do wewe want to end up like... like Travis? au Gordon, maybe?
Sam: There's Bobby.
Dean: Oh yeah, there's a poster child for growing old gracefully.

Dean: What a douchebag.
Sam: That's Jeb Dexter.
Dean: I don't even want to know how wewe know that.
Sam: He's famous, kind of.
Dean: For what, douchebaggery?

Chief: wewe are really gonna get it tonight, big boy.
Dean: There's been a misunderstanding. I, uh, think I've been had.
Chief: Oh, wewe ain't been had, till wewe been had kwa the Chief. Oh, and before we get started, what's your salama word?

After school special

Young Sam: At least wewe got Amanda..she's cool.
Young Dean: Dude, she wants me to meet her parents. I don't do parents!

Dean: So what's our cover? FBI, Homeland Security, Swedish exchange students? (hahaa)

Dean: Today wewe will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning, a game with one simple rule - dodge!

Sam: Little help..
Dean: He's giving wewe the full cowgirl..

Sam: Having fun?
Dean: The whistle makes me their god..
Sam: Right...nice shorts!

Dean: I had to break into the principal's office to get this..Oh, and FYI, three of the cheerleaders are legal..guess which ones :D
Sam: No.

Dean: All right, everybody stay where wewe are! You'll be okay.
Jock: Aren't wewe the P.E. teacher?
Dean: Not really..I'm like 21 Jump Street. The bus driver sells pot..yeah..

Dean: Ghost getting creative..well, that's super.. (lmao Dean)

Dean: That ghost is dead! I'm gonna to rip its lungs out! Well, wewe know what I mean..

Dean: Go have your Robbin Williams "Oh Captain! my Captain!" moment.

Dean: Look..Martha Dumptruck, Revenge of the Nerds and Hello Kitty... lol

Sex and violence

Dean: Did wewe sleep with her?
Sam: No!
Dean: Holy crap, wewe did. Middle of Basic Instinct and wewe bang Sharon Stone..

Sam: What do wewe think? She infects them during sex?
Bobby: Maybe..
Dean: Supernatural STD. :D

Dean: You're up early. What're wewe doing?
Sam: Nothing..I was in the can.
Dean: Yeah?
Sam: Yeah. Want me to draw wewe a picture?
Dean: No, I'll pass.

Mr. Benson: Her name was... Jasmine.
Sam: She was a stripper?
Dean: Dude, her name was Jasmine.

Sam: That makes them go all Manchurian Candidate.

Dean: Strippers Sammy, strippers! We are on an actual case involving strippers. Finally!