Good Old Fashioned Lover Girl

it’s been 33 years

I HOPE YOUR APPLE PIE WAS FRICKING WORTH IT!

You gotta go be gay for that poor dead intern.

Noboby in the history of torture has been tortured with the torture like the torture you're going to be tortured with.

Suck dirt and die, Rufus.

I wish I didn't feel a damn thing.

Do I look like a ditch-able prom date to you?

Family don't end in blood, boy.

And I You, Sam.. the boy with the demon blood.

He's baby driver.

I've got... genital herpes.

You're not doctor sexy!

Close encounter, close encounter!

...Nipples?

Fight the fries! You fight those fries, Sammy. FIGHT THE FARIES!

Did you just molotov my brother with holy fire?

You exploded Jofyel. Or did Jofyel explode himself?

I'm back, baby!

They ate my tailor!

You don't know what it's like to be human!

I just want to be loved. I deserve to he loved!

House rules Sammy, driver pick the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to castiel to get his feathery ass down here.

I need you... I need you Cass.

I've always wanted to punch the devil in the face.

We've got work to do.

Balls!

Idgits.

Pudding!

I'll interrogate the cat.

Well, that's great, because without your powers, you're basically just a baby in a trench coat.

You really gotta stop calling yourself the- meat man.. it doesn't mean what you think it does.

...it was yummy.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... That was scary.

Dean, what do you think you're doing? This is a very serious investigation. We don't have any time for your blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah. BLAH!

I'm so proud of us.

I lost my shoe.

Don't you dare think that for a second that there is anything in this world that I would trade you for.

Well... maybe you are crazy. Well, you were crazy before, but maybe you finally cracked.

Son of a bitch!

Well, of course I was manipulating you.

Ready to play a game, bitches?

Hey, bitches.

I like your hair, it's so... bouncy. Why, thank you. Do we have to fix him? Rowena. Oh, Samuel.

Here, play with this.

I torture my friends, it's how I show affection.

Mr. Fizzles can tell when you're being a liarrr. Mr. Fizzles is gonna go where the sun don't shine!

My people used to worship a rock in the shape of a penis.

I'm two...twenty...two... I'm twenty-two.

I watch the bees.

He showed up on my car. Naked. Covered in bees.

Dude, you fugly.

Ugh, you bitch! Oh, my. Looks like someone owes a nickle to the swear jar. You know, when I feel like swearing, I say fudge. Yeah, I'll try to remember that. *two seconds later* You fudging touch me again, I'll fudging kill you!

You shot me.

I killed Hitler.

Jesus Christ! No, I'm Castiel.

I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

I'm not supposed to laugh, right?

Hey, do you hear that bomb..?

I need to check your temperature. Nope. That's not happening.

I need you to let me touch it.

Oh you shake it up, baby.

Are we talking about... the sex?

Did you kiss him? What!? Just wondering..... NO! *cough cough* Why'd you take a picture? Why'd you use tongue?

Give me the baby before I stab you in the neck.

Yeah, well, people might not be too happy when he turns Asian.

17 years????? 17 YEARS?????????