[ Yeah, can they just...not do that. It's just a given with Dean, okay. ]

Sounds like a good job to me; lemons and chicks. [ chicks because wheeeeeee SOMEONE'S IN DENIIIALLLL ]

Punny, Sam. [ Bitterly sitting on a bar, lemons...ha. Hahaha. It makes Dean chuckle a little. ] Do the rickety chairs we're sitting on count? Or is there a quota that needs to be met?