Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hell's bells, Linus, have you seen my--
Guy died 20 years ago. Before my time. Sorry.
Oh, sorry. Spleen juice.
[AL CLEARS THROAT]
And you're gonna bring me down over that?
[GRUNTING]
[SURVIVOR'S "EYE OF THE TIGER" BLASTING OVER CAR STEREO]
BOBBY: Anyway, this book lists a kind of ghost that could be our guy.
His neighbor, Mark Hutchins.
What can't? Ghosts, vampires, chupacabra. Could be a hundred things.
AL: Ahh. Okay.
I don't want to be a clue.
-So we have to scare a ghost to death? -Pretty much.
SAM: "Luther Garland."
Frank was really broken up about it.
Why does the FBI give a damn, anyway?
Where's Dean?
Listen to your heart.
-Sound familiar? -But we haven't seen a ghost in weeks.
[COCKS GUN]
And you kept them waiting?
[DEAN SCREAMS]
It spreads and spreads.
[THUD]
Yes. It's me, Lilith.
[DOGS SNARLING, BARKING]
...those PEZ dispensers with their dead little eyes. Lots of stuff.
You're going in, Dean.
DEAN: So you guys road-hauled a ghost...
Do you actually like being stuck in a car with me 8 hours a day, every single day?