Samuel: You’re scrawnier than I pictured
Castiel: This is a vessel. My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler Building.
Dean: All right, all right. Quit bragging.
Sam: Working with a demon, huh? You’re not who I thought you were.
Samuel: You don’t know anything about me, son.
Dean: So what’s so important that you’re the king of Hell’s cabana boy, huh? What’d he offer you? Girls, money, hair?