Dean: She was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life. Come on, have a heart, huh? It's my dying wish!
Sam: Yeah, well how many dying wishes are you gonna get?
Dean: As many as I can squeeze out. Come on... smile Sam. God knows, I'm gonna be smiling after 24 hours with Gumby Girl. Gumby Girl... does that make me Pokey?
Woman #1: Did you hear Lisa call him Dean?
Woman #2: No. Why?
Woman #1: You don't know about Dean? THE Dean, Best Night of My Life Dean?
Woman #2: No. Tell me.
Woman #1: Oh my God... So he had this crazy, semi-illegal... [Dean walks over]
Dean: Hi
Woman #1: Hi.
Woman #2: Hello.
Dean: So, it’s your birthday.
Ben: Guilty.
Dean: It’s a cool party.
Ben: Dude, it’s so freakin’ sweet. And this moon bounce - epic!
Dean: Yeah, it’s pretty awesome.
Ben: You know who else thinks they’re awesome? Chicks. It’s like Hot Chick City out there.
Lisa: You're not trying to ask me if he's yours?
Dean: No, nah, of course not. [scoffs] He's not, is he?
Lisa: What? No.
Ruby: [eats a french fry] These are amazing. It's like deep-fried crack. Try some.
Sam: Why are you following me?
Ruby: I'm interested in you.
Sam: Why?
Ruby: Because you're tall. I love a tall man. And then there's the whole Anti-Christ thing.
Sam: 'Scuse me?
Ruby: Yeah. Generation of psychic kids, yellow-eyed demon rounds you up, Celebrity Deathmatch ensues. You're the sole survivor.
Sam: How do you know about that?
Ruby: I'm a good hunter.
Dean: You want me to go over...?
Ben: No! Don't go over there! Only bitches send a grown-up.
Dean: You're not wrong.
Ben: And I'm not a bitch.
Ruby: I'm here to help you.
Sam: Is that some kind of joke?
Ruby: God's honest truth... or whatever.