Dean: Follow the creepy brick road.
Dean: te know, just once I would like to round the corner and see a nice house.
Dean: It smells like old lady in here.
Sam: It's an old country custom, Dean, planting a albero as a grave marker.
Dean:You are like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness.
Sam: Yeah, I know.
Molly: Oh, thank God!
Dean: Call me Dean.
Dean:Sam's always getting a little J. Amore Hewitt when it comes to things like this.
Dean: Alright, Haley Joel, let's hit the road.
Molly: Isn’t this argument a little archaic? Men can ask directions these days.
David: Oh, no we can’t. It’s against our genetic code. Look, I know exactly where we are.
Molly: We’re nowhere.
David: Highway 99, all right? It cuts right through…..
Molly: I know about your wife, hurting me won’t bring her back.
Farmer: My wife is gone. All I got left’s hurting you.
Molly: Please, just let me go.
Farmer: Go? You’re not gonna leave. You’re never gonna leave.
Molly: What happens if te burn their bones?
Sam: My dad always detto it's like death for spirits. But the truth is, we never know
Sam: Now te can walk in there, and we're not gonna stop you.
Dean: Yeah, but te are gonna freak him right out.. for life.
Dean: Did he look like he Lost a fight with a lawnmower?
Molly: Yeah, how'd te know?
Dean: Lucky guess.
Sam: It wasn't a coincidence that we found you, all right.
Molly: What are te talking about?
Dean: We weren't out here cruisin' for chicks when we ran into you, sister, we were already out here... hunting.
Molly: Hunting for what?
Dean: (pauses) Ghosts.
Sam:Don't sugarcoat it for her.
Dean: I guess she wasn't so bad. For a ghost. te think she's really going to a better place?
Sam: I hope so.
Dean: I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?
Sam: It doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point.
Dean: Well all right, Haley Joel
Molly: I don't understand how a guy like this can turn into that monster.
Sam: Well, spirits like Greely are like wounded animals. Lost... in so much pain that they lash out.
Molly: Why? Why are they here?
Sam: There's some part of them that... that's keeping them here. Like their remains, o unfinished business.
Molly: Unfinished business?
Sam: Yeah. It could be revenge. It could be love, o hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight. Can't let go. So they're trapped. Caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedies over and over.
Molly: te sound almost sorry for them.
Sam: Well, they weren't evil people, te know. A lot of them were good, just something happened to them. Something they couldn't control.
Dean: Sammy's always gettin' a little J. Amore Hewitt when it comes to this. Me, I don't like 'em. And I'm sure as hell ain't makin' apologies for 'em
Dean: te know, just once I would like to round the corner and see a nice house.
Dean: It smells like old lady in here.
Sam: It's an old country custom, Dean, planting a albero as a grave marker.
Dean:You are like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness.
Sam: Yeah, I know.
Molly: Oh, thank God!
Dean: Call me Dean.
Dean:Sam's always getting a little J. Amore Hewitt when it comes to things like this.
Dean: Alright, Haley Joel, let's hit the road.
Molly: Isn’t this argument a little archaic? Men can ask directions these days.
David: Oh, no we can’t. It’s against our genetic code. Look, I know exactly where we are.
Molly: We’re nowhere.
David: Highway 99, all right? It cuts right through…..
Molly: I know about your wife, hurting me won’t bring her back.
Farmer: My wife is gone. All I got left’s hurting you.
Molly: Please, just let me go.
Farmer: Go? You’re not gonna leave. You’re never gonna leave.
Molly: What happens if te burn their bones?
Sam: My dad always detto it's like death for spirits. But the truth is, we never know
Sam: Now te can walk in there, and we're not gonna stop you.
Dean: Yeah, but te are gonna freak him right out.. for life.
Dean: Did he look like he Lost a fight with a lawnmower?
Molly: Yeah, how'd te know?
Dean: Lucky guess.
Sam: It wasn't a coincidence that we found you, all right.
Molly: What are te talking about?
Dean: We weren't out here cruisin' for chicks when we ran into you, sister, we were already out here... hunting.
Molly: Hunting for what?
Dean: (pauses) Ghosts.
Sam:Don't sugarcoat it for her.
Dean: I guess she wasn't so bad. For a ghost. te think she's really going to a better place?
Sam: I hope so.
Dean: I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?
Sam: It doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point.
Dean: Well all right, Haley Joel
Molly: I don't understand how a guy like this can turn into that monster.
Sam: Well, spirits like Greely are like wounded animals. Lost... in so much pain that they lash out.
Molly: Why? Why are they here?
Sam: There's some part of them that... that's keeping them here. Like their remains, o unfinished business.
Molly: Unfinished business?
Sam: Yeah. It could be revenge. It could be love, o hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight. Can't let go. So they're trapped. Caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedies over and over.
Molly: te sound almost sorry for them.
Sam: Well, they weren't evil people, te know. A lot of them were good, just something happened to them. Something they couldn't control.
Dean: Sammy's always gettin' a little J. Amore Hewitt when it comes to this. Me, I don't like 'em. And I'm sure as hell ain't makin' apologies for 'em