Dean Winchester: Dude, what is going on with you?

Sam Winchester: What are you talking about?

Dean Winchester: All day. You give me a-a beer for breakfast. You... you gave me Agent Page, which you always like to be. You... you didn't whine about me blaring my music the whole way here. And when we stopped for lunch, you ordered me chili fries.

Sam Winchester: You love chili fries.

Dean Winchester: Everybody loves chili fries. That's not the point. Now you wanna go hang out at a strip club? You hate strip clubs.

Sam Winchester: No, I don't.

Dean Winchester: Dude, the last lap dance you had was... was at Christmas. It was a gift paid for by me. You spent the entire song trying to convince the girl that she should go to nursing school. So what is it? It is my birthday? Did... did I win a bet that I don't know about? What?

Sam Winchester: No, nothing. Nothing. I-I mean, I'm just trying to be nice.