Arthur Ketch Quotes

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Ardat: Such valor... and for what? One profoundly irritating demon? No. I think you're protecting others. Humans. Your friends. And you won't give them up? Not for any price?

Arthur Ketch: Not at any price.

Arthur Ketch (to Dean): Well, hello. You actually saving me? It's about bloody time.

Sam Winchester: What's the catch? What do you want?

Arthur Ketch: Protection. From Asmodeus.

Dean Winchester: The one you're working for?

Arthur Ketch: Was working for. When he finds out that I stole his prize milk cow, well, I imagine that he'll hunt me to the ends of the Earth. So... this is the only safe place I know.

Sam Winchester: What? Do you think you're just gonna move in?

Arthur Ketch: Dibs on the top bunk?

Arthur Ketch: At least I still have a soul.

Asmodeus: What you think that buys you, huh? Souls are messy, all conflict and confusion.

Arthur Ketch: Well, I know who I am.

Arthur Ketch: You'll forgive me, but my reading of the lore suggests that the... blade is only effective if wielded by an archangel.

Asmodeus: Oh, really? Thanks for the news flash. Allow me to make an introduction. Mr. Ketch... Meet the Archangel Gabriel.

(Ketch traps Sam, Dean and Toni in the bunker...)

Arthur Ketch: Your bunker is an excellent fortress. An even better tomb. So we've rejiggered the locks, we've shut off the water, and once we leave, the pumps that bring in the air shall reverse. Your oxygen should be gone in... two days, maybe three. You dying in here, it's almost... poetic, hmm?

Arthur Ketch: I'm sorry, were you expecting a pat on the head, Your Highness?

Toni Bevell: Oh, no. I would never expect civility from you. Psychopath.

Dr. Hess (to Ketch): You two are such fun together.

Arthur Ketch: Those Enochian brass knuckles only work on angels. And sadly, I'm not an -- Aah!

(Mary punches him)

Mary Winchester: Brass knuckles are brass knuckles.

Mary Winchester: Did you kill him?

Arthur Ketch: Mick was weak. He wasn't one of us. When will you realize that we will do whatever it takes to rid this world of the things that go bump in the night? Something that people like Mick and your sons are incapable of. I've been cleaning up after them for months. I took care of those federal agents they stupidly allowed to live. I killed a psychic girl they thought was... human. Honestly, they're damn sloppy.

Mary Winchester: I think you mean... decent.

Arthur Ketch: It's the end for the American Hunters. Their time has passed.

Mary Winchester: Why is Mick's body in a box?

Arthur Ketch: An unfortunate werewolf mishap.

Mary Winchester: A werewolf shot him in the head?

Arthur Ketch: It's not impossible.

Mary Winchester: You're a psychopath.

Arthur Ketch (to his subordinates): Now remember your orders. By the time we leave, Dr. Hess wants to know everything about our "friends" the Winchesters... Their allies, their habits. How does Sam get his hair so shiny? How many ratty flannels does Dean own?

Mary Winchester: So you and Mick... longtime friends?

Arthur Ketch: More... survivors than friends. We were in school together.

Mary Winchester: Ah. Major in murder, minor in mayhem?

Arthur Ketch: Um, you'll make with the typey typey, yes?

Mick Davies: I'll file the report.

Arthur Ketch: Splendid. Ciao.

Arthur Ketch: Let me just say that the Men of Letters is an excellent fit for someone with our... inclinations.

Dean Winchester: "Our"? As in you and me?

Arthur Ketch: You're a killer, Dean Winchester, and so am I. And if we go too long without something to track or trap or punch or gut, well, things get a bit ugly. Don't they?

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