'You have such a sweet ride.'
'Thanks. This can't be the first time you've ever been in my car.'
'No, but you know, props where they're due, Dean.'
'Sure. So, we're really going shopping?'
'Yeah, it'll be fun! We'll make a day of it. We can do a montage!'
'A montage?'
'You know, trying on loads of clothes, funky theme tune, stupid poses, it'll be fun!'
'It won't be fun, it's shopping.'
'Can we go to the comic book store too? Oh, and I heard they have a bakery that's to die for.'
'Remember this is for a case? People are dying, trying to save lives?'
'Oh, yeah, of course, but we've got time.'
'I guess I could make your passes while you're being a total girl.'
'Hmmm, but you know, that would be more insulting if you were saying it to Sam. And if I wasn't an actual girl.'
'I'm still wondering how I got roped into this?'
'It's because we shared a moment, when we were flirting with that security guard.'
'I don't like the use of that "we" in there.'
'Say what you want, Dean, you're the one who knew just what to say.'
'You're the one who pretends she's in some mythical game, and yet you're dragging me shopping. I think you're lying.'
'Are you trying to flirt with me, Dean? That's cute.'
'Whatever, Charlie.'
'Oh, keep it up. I might even flash you my tattoo between outfits.'
'Well, I wouldn't say no.'
'Pervert.'
'You love it.'
'That's why you're my friend!'