Disclaimer: I still don't own Supernatural
Lucifer: "Look, one snap and no more brokey window! I swear! Or I have insurance. . . ."
Dean: "Insurance! Insurance! I don't trust you using your mojo to fix my Baby!"
Sam: "Settled. Come on let's go in, it's starting!"
Dean: "Fine. Let's go Cas."
Michael: "You know what insurance is? You didn't know what a car was two hours ago."
Lucifer: "Shut up! Not so loud! Insurance is like porn right? If Dean likes porn, he'll love insurance! See, I know things."
Gabriel: "That's exactly right, Lucy! Your prize, a brain the size of a walnut!"
Lucifer: "Says the Smurf!"
Bobby: "C'mon, idjits!"
Lucifer: "You're lucky you ain't crippled no more! I'd smack you in the face with your wheel chair!"
Michael: "Lucifer. . . ."
Lucifer: "You know, what? I'll call you 'Booby'!"
Bobby: "What?"
Lucifer: "Yeah! Call me 'idjit', I call you 'Booby'!"
Michael: "We're missing Chuck's speech. Get your dumbasses in here!"
Chuck: ". . . . .So, yeah. Thank you all for coming. Uh, pay no attention to the um, archang-I-I mean, uh, intimidating people over there! They are uh, my, uhhh, number 1 fans!
Bobby: "What?"
Dean: "Fuck that!"
Gabriel: "Wooh! Yeah, Chuck's number 1!"
Lucifer: "Alright, Hobo!"
Michael: "Shut up!"
Chuck: ". . . . .Right. . . .Yeah! And, they're gonna, um, uh, put on a show later on! Right! A 'Supernatural' show!"
Sam: "We are?"
Dean: "No we fucking ain't!
Chuck: It's going to be awesome!"
Dean: "I'll show you awesome when you get off the stage!"
Chuck: ". . . .Any questions?. . . . . Anybody? . . . . .Please?"
Gabriel: "I have a question!"
Michael: "Gabriel. . ."
Gabriel: "What? It's just a question. I'm curious!"
Dean: "Hurry up, Gabriel. I wanna talk to Chuck!"
Gabriel: "Wait your turn, Dean-o."
Cas: "I believe Gabriel was talking Dean. Don't be impolite."
Gabriel: "Listen to Cas, kiddo! Right, my question is: do you think Richard Speight Jr. is sexy?"
Chuck: ". . . . . What?"
Bobby: "Idjit."
Lucifer: "Booby."
Chuck: "Well, I guess. . . .Yeah, sure!"
Sam: "What about Jared Padaleki?
Dean: "Or Jensen Ackles?"
Cas: "Are you a MishaMinion?"
Michael: "You should ask Chuck in private. Everyone is staring at us."
Lucifer: "Hi, I'm Lucif-"
Michael: "Shut up!"
Gabriel: "And Chuck is the Prophet of the Lord! You people are going to be mentioned in the 'Winchester Gospel'!"
Sam: "Gabe!"
Cas: "That was very unwise, Gabriel."
Michael: "Oh, he fainted."
Dean: "Look what you did!"
Lucifer: "The Hobo fell off the stage! Wahahahahaha!"
. . . . . . .
Chuck: "What happened?"
Lucifer: "You fainted!"
Dean: "Bobby and Cas are out there, taking care of everyone."
Sam: "Are you okay?"
Chuck: "I'm-"
Dean: "DEAD! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT UP THERE? I AIN'T YOUR NUMBER 1 FAN! FUCK YOU! I HATE THAT YOU PUBLISHED OUR LIVES! THERE IS NO CHANCE IN HELL THAT I'M GONNA ACT FOR YOU!"
Chuck: "But-"
DEAN: "WE AIN'T NO 'JARED PADALEKI, JENSEN ACKLES OR MISHA COLLINS'!"
Sam: "Quit it, Dean! Is that the reason you invited us here?"
Chuck: ". . . . . . .It was all Becky's idea!"
Sam: "BECKY?"
Dean: "Wow. You're still with her? Never would've thought it!"
Gabriel: "Who's Becky?"
Sam: "GUYS! WE GOTTA LEAVE NOW! WE GOTTA LEAVE, WE GOTTA LEAVE!"
Lucifer: "We just got here. . . . ."
Sam: "You don't understand! If she didn't love Chuck, we'd still be 'together!'"
Dean: "Hahahahaha! Yeah, that's right! She stalked us everywhere!"
Gabriel: "WHAT? SAMMY!"
Sam: "Later! I'll explain everything later! But, we got to go, NOW!"
Chuck: "She's in the other room, somewhere. . . ."
Sam: "Now's my chance to escape! Quick, to the Batmobile!"
Dean: "Hey! I'm Batman!. . . .bitch."
Sam: "Jerk."
Michael: "I love it when they do that."
Lucifer: "I know!"
Bobby: "Hey, fellas. Look at this young lady I just met! She's so sweet!"
Sam: "NOOO!"
Dean: "Crap."
Chuck: "Hi, Becky!"
Becky: "SAM? Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! You came, you came, you came!"
Gabriel: "This is her?"
Becky: "I missed you sooooooo much! Give me a hug!"
Sam: "Nononononono. . . ."
Lucifer: "She's so. . . .perky."
Dean: "Like my nipples!"
Chuck: "So, Becky-"
Becky: "Were you thinking about me. Sam? I was thinking about you the whole time you were gone!"
Chuck: "You were?"
Becky: "I was thinking about how you and I were so great together. Why'd I ever break up with you?"
Chuck: "Because we love each other?"
Becky: "I'll always love you Sam!"
Sam: "I won't ever love you."
Chuck: "I'll always love you!"
Gabriel: "Okay, okay, okay. Enough. Sam's with me. I OWN him, little girl."
Sam: "Kinda harsh, Gabe. But, yeah, it's true."
Becky: "But, we're a match made in heaven! You're nobody to him! I'm his soul-mate!"
Gabriel: ". . . . . . ."
Lucifer: "Ooooohhh, look how mad Gaby's getting! I've never seen a dwarf explode!"
Sam: "Now, Gabe-"
Michael: "Gabriel. . . ."
Gabriel: "Okay, I'm sick of this shit! I was made in heaven, I'm the Archangel Gabriel and Sam is MINE. So back the fuck off you, little bitch. Or I will snap you somewhere where there are no doors or time."
Becky: ". . . . . .Chucky, you know I like, love you, right?"
Chuck: ". . . . . . .Fine. Whatever."
Bobby: "So who do you all know each other?"
. . . . . .
Lucifer: "This convention sucks, Hobo!"
Gabriel: "Yeah, this chocolate is so cheap, it's disgusting!"
Lucifer: "And, the beers are warm too!"
Gabriel: "Are there any strippers coming?"
Michael: "Shut up, assholes!"
Cas: "I doubt there are strippers attending the convention. . . . .are there?"
Chuck: "Of course not!"
Gabriel: "Sammy can strip for us!"
Sam: "Gabe!"
Dean: "Shut your fucking mouth, you dick!"
Bobby: "I think I went to the idjit convention."
Lucifer: "Sam, can strip, but not Booby! Yuuuck! I mean the 'Jim Beaver'? C'mon!"
Bobby: "He's okay. . . . . what? Well, he's always forgotten when the other three are around. . . ."
Sam: "I like Jensen."
Dean: "Jared."
Michael: "Jake Abel, for me."
Gabriel: "All of them, except Jim. No-just-NO. I'd have lots and lots of kinky se-"
Michael: "Enough!"
Sam: "Thanks, Gabe."
Lucifer: "Soooo, are you gonna strip, or what?"