Sobrenatural (série): diferenças entre revisões

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:'''Chuck''': Então onde vai dar tudo? É difícil dizer. Mas para mim, acho que foi tudo um teste... para o Sam e o Dean e acho que eles estiveram bem. Estiveram contra o mal, anjos, demónios, o destino e o próprio Deus e fizeram a sua própria escolha. Escolheram a família. E, bem... não é esse o objectivo? Não há dúvida que os fina são difíceis, mas também... nada acaba realmente, pois não?
== Sexta Temporada ==
=== Exile on Main St. [6.01] ===
:'''Dean''': There's not much to tell. Lived on the road. Took crap jobs that nobody else wanted.
:'''Sid''': Like...?
:'''Dean''': Like... pest control.
:'''Sid''': Really? Pest control.
:'''Dean''': Yeah. Get to work with a partner. You get to help people. You have no idea what's in some people's walls. Could eat them alive.
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:'''Sid''': Dean! Is that a gun?
:'''Dean''': No! No, yeah. well, I got a permit for it.
:'''Sid''': What, to shoot the Glickmans' dog?
:'''Dean''': I thought that was a possum. Remember when I said I was in pest control. Well, possums carry rabies, so...
:'''Sid''': Wow. I did not know that.
:'''Dean''': Oh yeah, yeah, possums... possums kill, Sid.
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:'''Lisa''': So I just ran into Sid. Did you almost shoot a Yorkie?
:'''Dean''': Technically
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:'''Dean''': Sammy?
:'''Sam''': Yeah, it's me.
[''they hug each other'']
:'''Dean''': Wait a minute, wait a minute. You … you … you were… you were gone man! That … That was it, how the hell you're...
:'''Sam''': I don't know.
:'''Dean''': What did you mean, you don't know?
:'''Sam''': I mean no idea. I'm just back.
:'''Dean''': Was it God? Or … or Cas? Did Cas know anything about it?
:'''Sam''': You tell me, I been calling, Cas didn't answer my prayers. I don't even know where he is.
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:'''Sam''': You finally had what you wanted Dean.
:'''Dean''': I wanted my brother! Alive!
:'''Sam''': You wanted a family. You have for a long time. Maybe the whole time. You only gave it up because of the way we lived. You had something. You were building something. Had I shown up Dean, you would've just run off.
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:'''Gwen''': My God, you have delicate features for a hunter.
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:'''Bobby''': Maybe you want to go upstairs. The TV's broken but there's plenty of Reader's Digests. Just don't touch the decor, okay? Assume it's all loaded.
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:'''Dean''': Do you have any clue what walking away meant for me?
:'''Bobby''': Yeah, a woman and a kid... and not getting your guts ripped out at age 30. That's what it meant.
:'''Dean''': That woman and that kid, I went to them because you asked me to.
:'''Bobby''': Good.
:'''Dean''': Good for who? I showed up on their doorstep half out of my head with grief. God knows why they even let me in. I drank too much, I had nightmares. I looked everywhere. I collected hundreds of books trying to find anything to bust you out.
:'''Sam''': You promised you'd leave it alone.
:'''Dean''': Of course, I didn't leave it alone! Sue me!
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:'''Lisa''': You're an idiot. I mean, I know it wasn't greeting-card perfect, but we were in it together.
:'''Dean''': I was a wreck half the time.
:'''Lisa''': Yeah, well, the guy that basically just saved the world shows up at your door, you expect him to have a couple of issues.
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:'''Samuel''': Nice house.
:'''Dean''': Oh yeah, go ahead, say it, call me a soccer mom, whatever.
:'''Samuel''': "Soccer mom," huh. I'll have to look that up on the "Intranet".
=== Two and a Half Men [6.02] ===
:'''Dean''': Maybe I shouldn't go.
:'''Lisa''': It's okay. You want to go, so go.
:'''Dean''': You know what, Sam can handle this.
:'''Lisa''': Dean, no offense, but if you don't walk out that door, I'm going to shoot you.
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:'''Sam''': Seatbelt.
:'''Dean''': What am I, in third grade? A car should drive, not be a little bitch.
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:'''Sam''': Dean, make it stop.
:'''Dean''': How?
:'''Sam''': Everyone's staring at us like we're child abusers! Feed it!
:'''Dean''': We fed it!
:'''Sam''': Then what?
:'''Dean''': I don't know. You think I speak baby? Maybe he needs a diaper change.
:'''Sam''': Oh God, I hope not.
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:'''Dean''': [''after Sam has killed a shape shifter in their motel room''] Well, there goes our deposit.
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:'''Dean''': You want to bring it to a bunch of hunters.
:'''Sam''': Not just hunters, Dean. They're our family.
:'''Dean''': We don't know them.
:'''Sam''': I do. Not every hunter is a head case. I mean, Samuel is actually a lot like you.
:'''Dean''': I'm a freaking head case.
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:'''Samuel''': Congrats. It's a boy... sometimes.
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:'''Lisa''': The one thing that I do know is that you're not a construction worker. You're a hunter. And now you know your brother's out there, things are different. You don't want to be here, Dean.
:'''Dean''': Yes, I do.
:'''Lisa''': Okay. Okay, but you also want to be there. I get it. You're white-knuckling it living like this. Like what you are is some bad, awful thing. But you're not. But I'm not going to have this discussion every time you leave. And this is... this is just going to keep happening, so... I need you to go.
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=== The Third Man [6.03] ===
:'''Sam''': Were you, uh... racing me?
:'''Dean''': No. I was kicking your ass.
:'''Sam''': Very mature.
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:'''Dean''': We should call Cas.
:'''Sam''': You kidding, right? … Dean, I tried. It was the first and second and third thing I did as soon I get topside. Son of the bitch doesn't answer the phone!
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:'''Dean''': Well, let's give it a shot. Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here.
:'''Sam''': You are an idiot.
:'''Dean''': Stay positive.
:'''Sam''': I'm positive.
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[''Dean prays to Castiel, nothing happend'']
:'''Sam''': Like I said, the son of the bitch doesn't answer.
[''Cas appears behind Sam, Dean sees him'']
:'''Sam''': He is right behind me, isn't he?
:'''Cas''': Hello.
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:'''Sam''': [''to Cas''] So what you like him better or something?
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:'''Castiel''': You think I came because you called? I came because of this.
:'''Dean''': Oh, well, it's nice to know what matters.
:'''Castiel''': It does help one to focus.
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:'''Cas''': I think we can rule Moses out as a suspect.
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:'''Castiel''': Sam, Dean, my "people skills" are "rusty." Pardon me, but I have spent the last year as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent.
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:'''Balthazar''': Holy fire. You hairless ape! Release me!
:'''Dean''': First you're taking your marker off of Aaron Birch's soul.
:'''Balthazar''': Am I?
:'''Dean''': Sam!
:'''Sam''': Unless you like your wings extra crispy, I'd think about it.
:'''Balthazar''': Castiel, I stood for you in Heaven. Are you gonna let...?
:'''Castiel''': I believe the hairless ape has the floor.
=== Weekend at Bobby's [6.04] ===
:'''Crowley''': Making merry, have we?
:'''Bobby''': Bite me.
:'''Crowley''': If that's your thing.
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:'''Crowley''': That swan dive of Sam's was a thing of beauty. Tens all the way around. Standing "o" from the Romanian judge. You should be proud, Bobby. As deaths go, it wasn't too shabby.
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:'''Bobby''': Dean, I'm a little busy.
:'''Dean''': Well then kick Bo Derek out of your bathtub. We got a case, here.
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:'''Agent Adams''': I just want to take a look around.
:'''Bobby''': You got a warrant, sonny?
:'''Agent Adams''': Well, do I need one, sir?
:'''Sheriff Mills''': Okay, fellas, put the rulers away, zip up.
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:'''Bobby''': Why'd you send him outside?
:'''Sheriff Mills''': Because I didn't think you'd want him in here.
:'''Bobby''': I don't. I've got a body in the basement.
:'''Sheriff Mills''': My point.
:'''Bobby''': Yeah, but I've got another body buried in the yard.
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:'''Marcy''': I love scary movies. Hey, have you seen "Drag Me to Hell"?
:'''Bobby''': Trying to avoid it.
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:'''Marcy''': Bobby, I am trying to keep my cool here, but what are you doing in my house with a shotgun?
:'''Bobby''': Have you seen anything weird?
:'''Marcy''': You mean besides you?
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:'''Rufus''': You're still alive, huh?
:'''Bobby''': Don't act so surprised.
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:'''Bobby''': Sam, Dean, I love you like my own. I do. But sometimes... sometimes you two are the whiniest, most self-absorbed sons of bitches I ever met. I'm selfish? Me? I do everything for you. Everything! You need some lore scrounged up, you need your asses pulled out of the fire, you need someone to bitch to about each other. You call me, and I come through. Every damn time! And what do I get for it? Jack with a side of squat!
:'''Dean''': Bobby...
:'''Bobby''': Do I sound like I'm done? Now look, I know you got issues. God knows, I know. But I got a news flash for you. You ain't the center of the universe! Now it may have slipped your minds that Crowley owns my soul, and the meter is running. And I'll be damned if I'm going to sit around and be damned. So how about you two sack up and help me for once?
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:'''Crowley''': I thought when I got the corner office, it was all going to be rainbows and two-headed puppies. But if I'm being honest, it's been hell.
:'''Bobby''': I thought that was the point.
:'''Crowley''': You know what the problem with demons is?
:'''Bobby''': They're demons?
:'''Crowley''': Exactly. Evil, lying prats, the whole lot of them. They're stupid. You try to show them a new way, a better way, and what do you get? Bugger all! You know, there's days that I think Lucifer's whole "spike anything with black eyes" plan wasn't half bad. Hpph. Feels good to get it off my chest. We should make this a thing.
:'''Bobby''': Do I look like Dr. Phil to you?
:'''Crowley''': A little.
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:'''Bobby''': Now, you may be king of the dirtbags here, but in life, you were nothing but a two-bit tailor who sold his soul in exchange for an extra three inches below the belt.
:'''Crowley''': Just trying to hit double digits.
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:'''Dean''': Did you really used to wear a skirt?
:'''Crowley''': A kilt. I had very athletic calves.
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:'''Crowley''': I believe those are mine.
:'''Dean''': You know, now that I think about it, maybe I'll just napalm your ass anyhow.
:'''Sam''': Dean. He's a dick, but a deal's a deal.
:'''Crowley''': I don't need you to fight my battles for me, moose. Get bent.
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