Sobrenatural (série): diferenças entre revisões

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:'''Sam''': Dean. He's a dick, but a deal's a deal.
:'''Crowley''': I don't need you to fight my battles for me, moose. Get bent.
=== Live Free or Twihard [6.05] ===
:'''Dean''': These aren't vampires, man. These are douchebags.
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:'''Dean''': "He could hear the blood rushing inside her. Almost taste it. He tried desperately to control himself. Romero knew their love was impossible." Romero? Really?
:'''Sam''': Dean, shut up.
:'''Dean''': This is a national best-seller. How is that possible?
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:'''Sam''': Where are you going?
:'''Dean''': Bathroom, okay? Newsflash, Mr. Wizard: vampires pee!
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:'''Dean''': Oh, God, I'm Pattinson.
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:'''Boris''': These are the best days in the last six hundred years to be a vampire. Dracula, Anne Rice, please. These stupid little brats are so horny, they've reinvented us as Prince Charming with a Volvo. They want a promise ring with fangs, so I give it to them.
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=== You Can't Handle the Truth [6.06] ===
:'''Dean''': You got to figure out what the hell (Sam) is and fast.
:'''Bobby''': I'm trying. But, Dean, there's a worst case scenario.
:'''Dean''': What, Satan's my co-pilot? Yeah, I know.
:'''Bobby''': Well, that'd be the other worst case.
:'''Dean''': Well, then what?
:'''Bobby''': Maybe it's just Sam.
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:'''Woman in Bar''': I'm sitting like this so you'll look at my breasts. I just bought them. I need a lot of attention.
:'''Dean''': Good luck with that.
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:'''Bobby''': Tori Spelling. I'm a huge fan. Girl's a real talent.
:'''Dean''': I guess it does work over the phone.
:'''Bobby''': You know what else? I get a pedicure once and a while at this nice Vietnamese joint.
:'''Dean''': Okay, please stop.
:'''Bobby''': This one girl, Nhung Phuong, name means "velvet phoenix." Tiny thing, but the grip on her! She starts on my toes and I feel like I am gonna -
:'''Dean''': Whoa, whoa, come on, man. Now I'm scarred for life! Thank you.
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:'''Dean''': And that's -
:'''Sam''': Dog's blood.
:'''Dean''': Do I even want to know where you got that?
:'''Sam''': Probably not.
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:'''Dean''': I told myself I wanted out. That I wanted a family.
:'''Veritas''': But you were lying.
:'''Dean''': No, but what I'm good at is slicing throats. I ain't a father, I'm a killer. And there's no changing that, I know that now.
=== Family Matters [6.07] ===
:'''Samuel''': This Castiel? You're scrawnier than I pictured.
:'''Castiel''': This is a vessel. My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler Building.
:'''Dean''': All right, all right, quit bragging.
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:'''Sam''': So, Samuel didn't take the bait, so I went with Plan B.
:'''Dean''': We had a Plan B?
:'''Sam''': I fired up the GPS in one of his cell phones. We should be able to track him right to the Alpha.
:'''Dean''': The old man won't notice?
:'''Sam''': Trust me. He thinks Velcro is big news.
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:'''Alpha Vampire''': When your kind first huddled around the fire, I was the thing in the dark. Now you think you can hurt me?
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:'''Alpha Vampire''': The thing about souls, if you've got one, of course, is they're predictable. You die, you go up or down. Where do my kind go?
:'''Dean''': All right, enough with the sermon, freak.
:'''Alpha Vampire''': I'm trying to answer the question. Now, when we freaks die, where do we go? Not Heaven, not Hell. So?
:'''Dean''': Legoland?
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:'''Dean''': OK, we split up, clear every room. If you get a shot, you take it. It's not going to kill him, but dude will move a little slower without any kneecaps, and if we make it through this, you, me and Sam are having one hell of a family meeting.
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:'''Dean''': Since when do you give a crap about vampires?
:'''Crowley''': Since, uh... what's today, Friday? Since, let's see... mind your business.
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:'''Dean''': So, what's so important that you're the king of Hell's cabana boy, huh? What'd he offer you? Girls, money, hair?
=== All Dogs Go to Heaven [6.08] ===
:'''Crowley''': Is that Bobby Singer? Give him a kiss for me.
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:'''Crowley''': Werewolves turning on the full moon. How '09.
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:'''Crime scene tech''': What are the feds doing here?
:'''Sam''': Oh, we're specialists. They call us in to answer the questions of mouth-breathing dick monkeys.
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:'''Crime scene tech''': You do realize these were animal attacks.
:'''Dean''': An animal, out here? You think it came for the sailing?
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:'''Dean''': You didn't sleep. Cause you don't... sleep.
:'''Sam''': Right.
:'''Dean''': Yeah, that's not creepy at all.
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:'''Sam''': Bag him now?
:'''Dean''': No, we make sure.
:'''Sam''': Really?
:'''Dean''': Before we hand him over to a lifetime of demon rape? Yeah, really.
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:'''Sam''': Boy, Cal doesn't know when to quit.
:'''Dean''': Three scuzzy bars, one scuzzy strip joint, a chili dog joint, seven or eight nightcaps, and now Scotches in the library. I'm getting cirrhosis just watching this.
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:'''Sam''': Roll over, Lucky. Speak.
:'''Lucky''': Go to hell.
:'''Sam''': Already been. Didn't agree with me.
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=== Clap Your Hands If You Believe [6.09] ===
:'''Marion''': It's fairies.
:'''Dean''': Fairies? Okay. Well, thank you for your input.
:'''Sam''': What, flying saucers aren't insane enough for you?
:'''Marion''': What newspaper did you say you work for?
:'''Sam''': If you want to add glitter to that glue you're sniffing, that's fine, but don't dump your whack-a-doo all over us. We'd rather not step in it.
:'''Dean''': Okay, we're--we're done.
:'''Sam''': The only thing you're missing is a couple dozen cats, sister.
:'''Dean''': Yeah, it's a blood-sugar thing. My apologies.
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:'''Dean''': Empathy man, empathy. I mean, the old Sam would have given her some wussified, dewey-eyed crap.
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:'''Dean''': But until we get you back on the soul train, I'll be your conscience. Okay?
:'''Sam''': So you're saying you'll be my Jiminy Cricket.
:'''Dean''': Shut up. But yeah, you freakin' puppet. That's exactly what I"m saying.
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:'''Dean''': (on the phone) UFO! UFO!
:'''Sam''': Oh. Dude, stop yelling, you're breaking up. I didn't catch that last part.
:'''Dean''': Close encounter! Close encounter!
:'''Sam''': Close encounter? What kind? First? Second?
:'''Dean''': They're after me!
:'''Sam''': Third kind already? Better run, man. I think the fourth kind is a butt thing.
:'''Dean''': Empathy, Sam! Empathy!
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:'''Sparrow''': Your brother was abducted?
:'''Sam''': Yeah.
:'''Sparrow''': Oh my God!
:'''Sam''': It's fine. I mean, I've had time to adjust.
:'''Sparrow''': Did it happen when you were kids?
:'''Sam''': No, like half an hour ago.
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:'''Sam''': So, you've been hunting UFOs for over three decades and you basically have no concrete data and zero workable leads.
:'''Wayne''': Well, I...
:'''Sam''': Have you considered the possibility that you suck at hunting UFOs?
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:'''Sparrow''': What were they like?
:'''Dean''': They were grabby, incandescent douche bags. Good night.
:'''Sparrow''': Too soon.
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:'''Dean''': And suddenly I was in a different place. And there were these... beings. They were too bright to look at, but I could feel them pulling me towards this sort of... table.
:'''Sam''': Probing table?
:'''Dean''': God, don't say that out loud!
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:'''Dean''': I had a close encounter, Sam, and I won.
:'''Sam''': You should take a shower.
:'''Dean''': I should take a shower. I'm gonna, I'm gonna take a shower now.
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:'''Sam''': Look. That brings up a question. So, say you got a soul, and you're on a case. And your brother gets abducted by aliens.
:'''Dean''': Yeah, then you do everything you can to get him back.
:'''Sam''': Right, you do. But, what about when there are no more leads for the night? Are you supposed to just sit there in the dark and suffer? Even when there's nothing that can be done at that moment?
:'''Dean''': Yes!
:'''Sam''': What?
:'''Dean''': Yes. You sit in the dark and feel the loss.
:'''Sam''': Absolutely. But couldn't I just do all that and have sex with the hippy chick?
:'''Dean''': No!
:'''Sam''': It'll be in the dark.
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:'''Dean''': Nipples?
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:'''Sam''': What the hell was it?
:'''Dean''': It was a... a little, naked lady, okay?
:'''Sam''': It was... a what?
:'''Dean''': It was a little, glowing... hot, naked lady, with nipples, and... she hit me.
:'''Sam''': I'm not supposed to laugh, right? Right, okay, sure.
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:'''Marion''': Personally, I think they're taken to Avalon to service Oberon, king of the faery.
:'''Sam''': Dean, did you service Oberon, king of the fairies?
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:'''Dean''': God, is it on me? I feel like I've got the crazy on me.
:'''Sam''': No. You did sit in some glitter, though.
:'''Dean''': Makes me want to believe in UFOs again.
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:'''Dean''': Fight The Fairies! Fight The Fairies!
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