Dean Winchester: Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole.
Agent Hotchner: This is Special Agent Dr. Reid.
Man: You look too young to have gone to medical school.
Agent Reid: They are PhD's. Three of them.
Man: What, are you a genius or something?
Agent Reid: I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, can read 20,000 words per minute...yes, I'm a genius.
Riots, Drills and the Devil: Part 1 - S1-E6
T-Bag: Can't you transfer us some place cooler? Like Africa? (00:16:20)
Charlie Eppes: It's from someone who says she's a fan of my work on low dimensional topology. And she's a fan of my... hair.
Allison Dubois: How can you say that?
Joe Dubois: I move my lips, I push out air. There's nothing to it.
Sister Josepha Montefiore: "Father, why hast thou forsaken me?" Christ asked the same question.
Richard: Did he get an answer?
Sister Josepha Montefiore: Well, he wasn't a scientist so he knew that... some questions have none.
