Jack Kline: You know, Sam and Dean, they were grateful.
Mary Winchester: If Sam and Dean saw what you did, they would be as worried as I am.
Jack Kline: Are you gonna tell them?
Mary Winchester: You need help, we'll help you. We're your family.
Jack Kline: You can't.
Mary Winchester: We care about you, Jack.
Jack Kline: No, just leave me alone.
Jack Kline: Mary. Nick... he was a bad person, a killer. I had to stop him.
Mary Winchester: Not like that.
Jack Kline: He deserved it.
Mary Winchester: Take me home, Jack.
Jack Kline: I-I will. I will. I-I just... Tell me it's okay.
Mary Winchester: It's not. You're not.
Mary Winchester: How about you? Feeling better?
Jack Kline: Everybody keeps asking me that.
Mary Winchester: We're family. It's our job.
Jack Kline: Well, it's annoying.
(Dean is setting up the Mouse Trap board game...)
Dean Winchester: Son of a bitch!
Jack Kline: I thought this was supposed to relax him.
Mary Winchester: Um, it will... I hope. I just thought it would be nice to stay in for a change. You know, this was his favorite game when he was little.
Jack Kline: What's that?
Jack Kline: I like The Who.
Max: My aunt listens to them. They're... old.
Jack Kline: Well, Dean says any music made after 1979 "sucks ass."
Max: That's because Dean is also old.
Jack Kline: I like books, too. I'm reading about zombies.
Eliot: Zombies are real?
Jack Kline: Well, no. Not really. It's kind of disappointing.
Eliot: You live with Sam and Dean, right? They're not here right now. Are they fighting ghosts?!
Jack Kline: What's a ghost? I should go.
Max: Hey, it's... cool. We know. About their whole Hunter thing.
Jack Kline: Oh. Good. I don't like to lie. It makes my stomach hurt. Like when you have to burp, but you can't burp... Yeah.
Jack Kline: When it was gone, how did you... how'd you feel?
Donatello Redfield: Like... the galaxy. You know, Jack, our galaxy's all bright and shiny and spinny, but in its center lies this very large black hole. It's the same with me. I'm all bright and shiny, obviously... Not so much spinny. But inside? Empty.
Jack Kline: So you feel bad?
Donatello Redfield: I feel... nothing. Losing your soul doesn't make you bad. It doesn't make you anything. It's, um... an absence of... of pity, of empathy... of humanity. How do you feel, Jack?
Jack Kline: I don't know. I know I don't feel...nothing, but I don't feel the same, either. And maybe I just don't know what nothing feels like.
Jack Kline: I'm trying different foods for the snake.
Dean Winchester: Why?
Jack Kline: I think he's sad.
Dean Winchester: Oh. Have you tried bacon?
Jack Kline: Do snakes like bacon?
Dean Winchester: I don't know. I like bacon.