Supernatural2005

Dean Winchester:
I mean, come on, Sam. What are we doing?

Sam Winchester:
We're hunting a ghost.

Dean Winchester:
A ghost, exactly. Who does that?

Sam Winchester:
Us.

Dean Winchester:
Us, right. And that, Sam, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run, but not us. No, no, no we-we search out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or eat us. You know who does that? Crazy people. We are insane. You know, and then there's the-the-the bad diner food. And-and the-the skeevy motel rooms. And then the truck stop waitress with the bizzare rash. I mean who wants this life Sam? Huh? Seriously? I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so. I mean, I drive too fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and-and-and I sing along, I'm annoying, I know that. And you, you're gassy. You eat half a burrito and you get toxic. I mean, you know what? [throws keys to Sam] You can forget it.

Sam Winchester:
Whoa, Dean. Where are you going?

Dean Winchester:
Stay away from me, Sam. Okay? 'Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and the-the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse! I'm out. I'm done. I quit.