Supernatural2005

Sam Winchester:
It's Crowley, right?

Crowley:
So, the Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough. [he approaches, looks down at the rug, turns it up to find the Devil's Trap painted underneath] Do you have any idea how much this rug cost? [demons come up from behind and restrain the brothers; Crowley holds up the Colt] This is it, right? This is what it's all about. [raises the gun, shoots the two demons holding them; the brothers look at each other in confusion] We need to talk. Privately.

Dean Winchester:
What the hell is this?

Crowley:
Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing? There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists at all. Except that I told you.

Sam Winchester:
*You* told us?

Crowley:
Rumors. Innuendo. Sent out on the grapevine.

Sam Winchester:
Why? Why tell us anything?

Crowley:
[pointing the Colt at Dean] I want you, to take this thing to Lucifer, and empty it into his face.

Dean Winchester:
Uh-huh. Okay, and why, exactly would *you* want the Devil dead?

Crowley:
[putting the Colt down] It's called survival. But I forgot, you two at best are functional morons.

Dean Winchester:
Yeah, you're functioning morons... more.