Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Airtight alibi.

I'm out. I'm done. I quit.

You eat half a burrito and you get toxic. I mean-- You know what?

So tell me, what was Frank like?

Dean, it won't be that easy.

The one you're gonna do.

Why me? Why not you? You got hit with spleen juice.

They're majestic animals.

Al Qaeda, ferrets, artificial sweetener...

I mean, who wants this life, Sam, huh? Seriously?

It's ghost sickness.

-Those things creep the hell out of me. -Right.

Hey, hand me those rib cutters, would you?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC OVER TV PLAYING]

Wait, it's not Ruby, it's Lilith.

[SAM GRUNTS, SIGHS]

So he was married?

So he made a mistake. So I didn't bust him. So what?

DEAN: Is that from a wedding ring?

Yeah, all right, Bobby. Keep looking.

They wouldn't look into Frank.

You know what? Screw this.

[EMF METER HUMMING]

So the last time you saw Frank O'Brian....

No, just the usual stuff, Sammy.

[CLOCK TICKING, HEART BEATING LOUDLY]

Get away from me.

What are you waiting for?

It turns out all three victims shared a certain personality type.

So he pissed a lot of people off.

Howler monkeys. The whole room full of them.

LILITH: Ba-boom. Boom.

Hmm. Well, that's a new one.

-Find anything? -Yeah.

Mind if I take this?