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Dean: No. You know what? Getting jobs from these dicks is one thing, but I didn't sign up for this reporting for duty crap, especially when they're late.
Sam: Look, Mick's inexperienced, sure. But these people have some serious knowledge.
Dean: So? Dude, what we do, you can't learn this crap in a book. You put on a flannel, you pick up a gun, you go out there. Either you get good fast or you get dead faster.
Dean: Man. Those pillows, right? The little chocolates that they put on? I mean, I'm ruined, Sam. Those limey sons of bitches ruined me. I even took a swim this morning.
Sam: You brought a swimsuit?
Dean: No.
Mick: So how were your accommodations, lads?
Dean: I've had better nights sleep in my baby.
Dean: You had a choice!
Mick: Did I? Killing monsters is what we do. Or maybe palling around with demons and witches, you've forgotten.
Dean: Don't tell me how to do my job.
Dean: Well, here's a little tip. Things aren't just black and white out here. All you have is a case in front of you, like Hayden. Like a few months ago, there was this kid, this psychic. She was killing people, but she didn't mean to hurt anyone. She was being abused. So we gave her a second chance because it was the right thing to do.
Mick: Well... That's your luxury. We have a code.
Claire: You know what? Screw you. I'm so sick of you guys dive-bombing my life, pretending like you care.
Sam: We do care.
Claire: Then stop treating me like a stupid kid!
Sam: Then stop acting like one.
Mick: I know a man who would shoot you right now, without a moment's thought. And every instinct I have says he's right... that I ought to do my duty. But... But my instincts haven't been so grand of late. Sit down. Now okay, here's what we're gonna do. Firstly, we're gonna restrain you, right? For my protection. Okay? And then... then we're gonna sedate you. Also for my protection. With any luck, when you wake up, this will all be over.
Dean: Listen, uh... thanks for the win back there.
Sam: Yeah.
Mick: So we're good?
Sam: Not quite, but we'll give you a second chance.
Dean: Just don't mess it up. There won't be a third.
Mick: The Kendricks School. It's where the British Men of Letters train their operatives. It's like our-
Sam: Hogwarts?
Claire: You called first. And she's great, by the way. And so is Alex. So should we go to the morgue?
Dean: Take it easy, Clarice. Morgue's closed.
Dean: Well... Go nuts. It's on, uh, Harry Potter.
Sam: You know, what if she turned?
Dean: What like 'wolfed out' turned?
Claire: Explains the whole Wolverine healing factor thing.
Claire: Right. Eat me, Teen Wolf.
Sam: Hey. How you feeling?
Claire: Honestly? Sorta craving a Milk-Bone right now.
Dean: So you like high school girls, do you? Hmm? You get older, they stay the same age. Is that it?
Dean: Oh, thank God! There's a bear. It's the size of a freakin' tank! I think it wants my pic-a-nic basket.