-candyland-
Sam: okay, look, these are gingerbread chips that you use to move around the playing field.
Jack: why is there a deck of cards?
Dean: you take a card with a certain color and it dictates where you go.
Crowley: only play for money, kiddo.
Gabriel: great advice. That's how I won the sword from Henry VIII.
Sam: you played Candyland with the king of England?
Gabriel: well, that's not what it was called then, but that's the gist of it.
Sam: oh, well, okay, all right, Jack, draw a card.
Michael: do people actually find it interesting?
Adam: it's fun.
Michael: is it?
Adam: trust me, you'll love it.
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Crowley: I'm the witch of Peppermint Stick Forest, and you have to pay taxes.
Gabriel: leave the kid alone. I, as king of Candy Castle, have abolished taxes.
Crowley: that's stupid, your economy is going nowhere. Your Ice Cream Sea is about to dry up.
Jack: what's going on, I'm lost in Gumdrop Mountain.
Michael: well, you're in luck, I'm trapped in the Crooked Old Peanut Brittle House.
Crowley: no one is trapped anywhere, go further into the field, I'm waiting for you for the sacrifice ritual.
Gabriel: what sacrifice in the world of Candyland? are you going to chop up chocolate bars?
Crowley: got to do something in this candy hell. who came up with this nonsense?
Jack: I like it.
Michael: I don't get it.
Adam: just keep playing, darling, you'll figure it out as you go along.
Dean: are they even aware that this is not how Candyland is played?
Sam: i don't think so.
Dean: playing poker?
Sam: playing poker.