supernatural s1ep17 sentence starters
“ come on, man, is it much further? i’m cold.”
“ how did you find this place anyway?”
“ oh, i am so not going in there.”
“ we came all the way out here, might as well check it out.”
“ let’s just hurry this up and get back to the car, alright?”
“ want me to hold your hand?”
“ ew. shut up, you loser!”
“ ooh, look, it’s the evil root cellar. where satan cans all his vegetables.”
“ get your candy-ass down here and see for yourself.”
“ i don’t see anything scary. do you?”
“ not a lot of scenery here. kind of gotta make your own.”
“ we’re not kids anymore.”
“ we’re not gonna start that crap up again.”
“ that prank stuff. it’s stupid and it always escalates.”
“ what’s the matter? you afraid you’re gonna get a little nair in your shampoo again, huh?”
“ all right. just remember you started it.”
“ most of those websites wouldn’t know a ghost if it bit them in the persqueeter.”
“ there’s no harm checking this thing out.”
“ it was the scariest thing i saw in my whole life, i swear to god.”
“ i had my eyes closed the whole time.”
“ rumor has it you might know about one.”
“ i didn’t think there was anything to the story.”
“ i don’t know what the hell to think, man…”
“ this was not a prank. i swear to god, i don’t wanna go anywhere near that house ever again.”
“ that’s exactly why you never get laid.”
“ hey, what about this one? you seen this one before?”
“ what are you doing here?”
“ what the hell are YOU doing here?”
“ i belong here. i’m a professional.”
“ oh, you gotta be kidding me.”
“ and i know who you are too… an amateur.”
“ so if you don’t mind. i’m trying to conduct a serious, scientific investigation here.”
“ huh. so, have you ever really seen a ghost before, or…?”
“ dude, come on, man. we did our digging. this one’s a bust.”
“ i say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals.”
“ that’s all you got? it’s weak. that is bush league.”
“ why do i have to go in there?”
“ i’ll take the homicidal ghost, thanks.”
“ would you ever take that dare?”
“ hello? is anybody there?”
“ i think maybe we missed something.”
“ come on, we don’t have much time.”
“ i dare you to take a swig of this.”
“ what the hell would i do that for?”
“ you rather it was a ghost?”
“ what the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?”
“ maybe we should just go.”
“ sweet lord of the rings…”
“ it’s bugging the hell outta me.”
“ this whole damn job’s bugging me.”
“ that explains why it went after you, but why me?”
“ i thought it was funny at first, but… now that girl/guy is dead.”
“ it was just a joke. you know, i mean - none of it was real. we made the whole thing up. i swear.”
“ hey, why don’t you get dressed? i wanna go grab something to eat.”
“ dude, what’s your problem?”
“ people believe in santa claus. how come i’m not getting hooked up every christmas?”
“ because you’re a bad person.”
“ how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”
“ man, i think i’m allergic to our soap or something.”
“ you did this? you’re a frigging jerk.”
“ no, no, no. NO, forget it. forget it! i’m not going back in there again.”
“ i know, but i’ve never actually seen a real ghost before. like, a real ghost! like, an apparition!”
“W.W.B.D. what would buffy do? huh?”
“ oh, look at that. action figures in their original packaging. what a shock.”
“ why should i trust you?”
“ well, i have an obligation to kick your little ass right now.”
“ slow your roll, buddy. they’re gonna know we’re excited.”
“ if you pull that string one more time, i’m gonna kill you.”
“ come on, man. you need more laughter in your life.”
“ you know, you’re way too tense.”
“ i barely have any skin left on my palm.”
“ what the hell are you trying to do? get yourself killed?”
“ so these - these guns don’t work?”
“ come and get it you ugly son of a bitch.”
“ that’s your solution? burn the whole damn place to the ground?”
“ it’s fast and dirty, but it works.”
“ anywho, excuse me. i’m off to la-la-land.”
“ well, congratulations, that sounds really great.”
“ oh, yeah, luck, it’s got nothing to do with it. it’s about talent. you know, sheer, unabashed talent.”
“ i’m the one who put a dead fish in their backseat.”
“ yeah, truce. at least for the next hundred miles.”
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