Supernatural2005

Sam Winchester:
Who the hell are you? What are you?

Roger:
Ya caught me. Popped in to watch. I can hustle like that.

Sam Winchester:
So the Roger everyone around her knows? The real Roger?

Roger:
Buried in a ditch.

Sam Winchester:
So who are you?

Roger:
Here's a hint. I was in Germany, then in Germany, then in the Middle East; I was in Darfur when my beeper went off. I'm waiting to hook up with my siblings - I've got three. We're going to have so much fun together.

Sam Winchester:
I know who you are. There aren't any demons in town, are there?

Roger:
Nope! Just frightened people ripping each others' throats out. I really haven't had to do too much. I mean, take out a bridge here; lay in a little hallucination there; sit back, pop some corn, watch the show. Frankly, you are really vicious little animals, Sam.

Sam Winchester:
No. You're doing this.

Roger:
Please. Last week, this was Mayberry. Now these people are stabbing each others' children.

Sam Winchester:
'Cause you made them see demons!

Roger:
Honestly, people don't need a reason to kill each other. I mean, have you seen the Irish? They're all Irish! You think I'm a monster. I'm Jello shots at a party. I just remove inhibitions.

Sam Winchester:
I'm gonna kill you myself.

Roger:
Oh, that's adorable, considering you're my poster boy.

Sam Winchester:
What's that supposed to mean?

Roger:
You can't stop thinking about it. Ever since you saw it dripping off the blade of that knife.

Sam Winchester:
You're wrong.

Roger:
Save your protests for your brother. I can see inside your head, and man, it is one-track city in there: blood, blood, blood. Lust. For power. Same as always. You want to be strong again. But not just strong; stronger than everybody. Good intentions. Quick slide to hell, buddy-boy. You feel bad now? Wait 'till you're thigh-deep in warm corpses. 'Cause my friend, I'm just getting started. Showtime for the meatsuits.