disclaimer: don't own them.
"Relax, Sammy. I know what I'm doing."
"Maybe we should wait for Bobby. Or call a professional."
"Sam, I can do this."
"You've never done anything even remotely near plumbing. Please call someone."
"I have tools, I'm a man's man. I can fix this."
"Dude, this isn't the same as tuning up the impala."
"Here, hold this," Dean handed Sam the ball from the toilet tank. "That should do
it. I told Bobby we could handle it. Wonder how that got in there anyway."
"Okay, I called a local plumber. He'll be here between 8 and 5 on Tuesday or Thursday.
Yeah, Bobby, don't worry. Dean's gonna pay for it, and wait for the plumber.
And organize your books while he waits. And do the research on the hunt for you. I know. Bye."
"Sam, what the hell? I fixed it."
Sam just sighed and walked away. "You heard all that. He has a lot of books, better get started."
