— I talked to Mr. Beetle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk.
— That's weird?
— Yeah, nowadays it is, but silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th-century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections, the death rate was insane.
— Good times.
— Right. So, doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep the infections from spreading. One way was maggots.
— Dude, I'm eating.
— It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat the bad tissue and they leave good tissue. And get this: When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots.
— Dude, I'm eating!
— I know about the Mark. I have your grace. I make the rules. Heh, it's called leverage, boys. Learn it, live it, love it.
*took away grace*
*shot in the leg*
— We have your grace, Metatron. You're mortal now. So you will answer our questions, or Sam will, um... What's the phrase?... blow your fricking brains out. It's called leverage, Metatron.
— Learn it, live it, love it.
No drinking, no gambling, no premarital sex. Dean, they basically just outlawed 90 percent of your personality.
— You know I gotta say… I'm sorry I'm gonna miss it.
— Miss what?
— How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?
You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It’s Sam, okay?
— We can't just waste 'em with a headshot?
— Dude, you've been watching way too many Romero flicks.
— What?
— Nothing.
— Dean! What!?
— Dude, you full on had a girl up inside of you for like a week. That's pretty naughty.
— Here. (hands Sam a card) Give them my insurance.
— (sceptically) Elroy McGillicuddy?
— And his two loving sons.