Ann-Marie: Okay…Wow. What time is it? Darryl is gonna kill me if I’m late for my break again.
Ann-Marie: Damn. I told you to hurry it up, but then you had to go and do that thing with the thing…
Dean: Oh, you mean, that thing that you were begging me for?
Ann-Marie: Begging you to hurry it up maybe.
Dean: Well, let’s not argue about good sex.
Ann-Marie: It was good, wasn’t it?
Dean: Hmm…Just, er, don’t get too excited, y’know, or too attached, ‘cus I’m just rolling through.
Ann-Marie: You know, there was about a million other ways you could have said that.
Crowley: Woah? What’s going on here?
Dean: What does it look like?
Crowley: In my bed?
Dean: What? Oh, yeah.
Ann-Marie: Get a room, you two.
Crowley: Had a room, ’till you two soiled it.
Ann-Marie: Love you, Crowley.
Crowley: Love you more, sweetheart.
Ann-Marie: Ann-Marie, jackass.
Crowley: Knew that.