Chad Everett credited as playing...
Old Dean Winchester
- Older Dean Winchester: So, you were gonna just shoot some old guy? Is that it?
- Sam Winchester: I didn't know *what* you were. I mean, have you seen you? You look like...
- Older Dean Winchester: The old chick in "Titanic." I know. Shut up.
- Sam Winchester: I was gonna say "Emperor Palpatine."
- [Bobby punches the door open with his wheelchair]
- Bobby Singer: I see you met John McCain there.
- Sam Winchester: Yeah. Either of you wanna tell me what happened?
- Older Dean Winchester: Bobby's an idiot. That's what happened.
- Bobby Singer: Hey, nobody asked you to play.
- Older Dean Winchester: Right. I should have just let you die.
- Bobby Singer: And for damn sure, nobody asked you to *lose*.
- Sam Winchester: [grinning] It's like "Grumpy Old Men."
- Older Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer: Shut up, Sam!
- Older Dean Winchester: What the hell were you thinking? He's a witch! He's been playing poker since guys wore tights!
- Bobby Singer: You just don't get it.
- Older Dean Winchester: Yeah, I get it, Bobby. You saw a chance to turn the hands of the clock back and get out of that damn chair. Pretty tempting. I can imagine...
- Bobby Singer: No, you can't!
- Older Dean Winchester: You got me. I've never been paralyzed. But I'll tell you something... I've been to Hell, and there's an archangel there wanting me to drop the soap.
- [Pointing down]
- Older Dean Winchester: Look at me! My junk's rustier than yours! You hear me bellyaching?
- Sam Winchester: Uh, actually, yeah.
- Older Dean Winchester: [Older Dean is digging up a grave] Owww! My elbows! I'm all creaky.
- Bobby Singer: Hurry up, you cry baby!
- Older Dean Winchester: Pound it up your ass, Ironside.
- Older Dean Winchester: [Hunched over in pain] Ow! My back!
- Bobby Singer: Can you straighten up?
- Older Dean Winchester: Yeah, but a little sympathy wouldn't hurt!
- Bobby Singer: Butt cheek tingling?
- Older Dean Winchester: [Looking uncomfortable] Well, that's kinda personal.
- Maid: Ready for housekeeping, Sir?
- Older Dean Winchester: [smiling at maid] Born ready!
- Maid: [laughing] You're just like my grandfather! He hits on anything that moves, too! You're adorable!
- Older Dean Winchester: And dangerous!
- Older Dean Winchester: Oh! I'm having a heart attack!
- Bobby Singer: No, you're not.
- Older Dean Winchester: What is it?
- Bobby Singer: Acid reflux. Guys your age can't digest certain foods. You're gonna need to put down that cheeseburger.
- Bobby Singer: So, you wanna keep emoting or you wanna talk about this solving this little issue of yours? It's gotta be about the chips.
- Older Dean Winchester: I slid 'em across, Patrick did his little witchy number, and you prettied up in a hurry.
- Sam Winchester: What are you all thinking? Some kind of magic chips or something?
- Bobby Singer: Definitely.
- Sam Winchester: Remember what he chanted?
- Bobby Singer: Yep, every word.
- Sam Winchester: All right, then let's find out where he stashes his chips.
- Older Dean Winchester: And steal me 50. Benjamin Button's me back into burger shape. What do you think?
- Bobby Singer: I think you oughtta put some clothes on.