Supernatural2005

Metatron:
Ain't life a b*tch? Nebbishy little guy, me, always sticking it to the lunkhead jocks.

Dean Winchester:
You know what? Screw the mark. Let's just kill him.

Metatron:
Boy, he really is a mess. Who knew the mark was so toxic? Well... Actually, I did. You know it is going to own you sooner or later.

Sam Winchester:
Yeah, so how do we get rid of it?

Metatron:
What, just like that, social hour's over?

Sam Winchester:
Yes. And now we're moving on to our keynote speaker.

Dean Winchester:
Which is you... with us asking the questions and me taking the personal pleasure of carving the answers out of you.

Metatron:
Just - whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there, bad-ass. Lighten up. Why do you just assume I'm not gonna be helpful.

Sam Winchester:
Because you're a dickwad.

Metatron:
But I'm your dickwad.