Supernatural: Survival of the Fittest
October 9, 2021 6:11 AM - Season 7, Episode 23 - Subscribe
Sam and Dean make a plan to storm Dick Roman's corporate headquarters and kill him once and for all, with help from Castiel and Meg, and providing Bobby doesn't get to Dick first.
Quotes
Dean: I still say this is a bad idea.
Sam: Dean, it was your idea, and it was the best one either of us had.
Dean: I said it as a joke.
Sam: It was a bad joke -- good idea.
Sam: Dick made more Dicks.
Sam: We should call Castiel again.
Dean: Dude, on my car... he showed up naked... covered in bees.
Sam: Yeah, I am not really sorry I missed that.
Meg: You deal with him. I can't anymore.
Dean: You might want to be more specific.
Meg: I was laying low halfway across the world when Emo Boy pops up out of nowhere and zaps me right back here.
Dean: Why?
Meg: Go ask him. He was *your* boyfriend first.
Dean: Hey, there. So, Cass, what's, uh, what's the word?
Castiel: Well, Dean, I've been thinking. Monkeys... are so clever, and they're sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?
Dean: Not very.
Dean: Where's Kevin?
Castiel: I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?
Dean: Hey! Focus!
Castiel: Please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.
Castiel: So, none of this should cause you no any ill effect. I went to a little farm in Normandy for the wheat and the lettuce and the tomato and -- and I thoroughly examined and comforted the pig before I... slaughtered it for the ham. Here. You need your strength.
Dean: Thanks, Cass.
Dean: Hey Shifty, what's your problem?
Castiel: Do we need a cat? Doesn't this place feel one species short?
Dean: You got anything to say on the topic of dicks?
Sam: We called Crowley.
Meg: You *what*?
Dean: Don't worry. He never showed.
Meg: What do you mean "never"?
Dean: Do you see him anywhere? He stood us up.
Meg: Well, I'm sorry about that, but I'm outie. He could still --
Crowley: [appears] -- show up at any time.
Crowley: Castiel. When last we spoke, you, well, enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?
Castiel: I... don't know.
Crowley: Well, you want to be? 'Cause I can help with that.
Dean: All right, enough.
Crowley: It's enough when I say. I came here to help you. I've found out you've been lying to me, harbouring an angel, and not just *any* angel -- the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth.
Meg: Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?
Crowley: You bore me. You know that? You have no sense of poetry.
Crowley: Now, what do you have to say for yourself?
Castiel: Well, I'm still honing my communication strategy. I haven't even been back to heaven. I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know, they're making honey and silk and... miracles, really.
Crowley: What are you talking about?
Castiel: Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here. [holds up baggie] I can offer a token, if you like. It's honey. I collected it myself.
Crowley: You're off your rocker. He's off his rocker! Is that it? Heh, karma's a bitch isn't it?
Dean: Look, did you come here to donkey punch your old grudges, or to help us get Dick? Pick a battle!
Crowley: Well, I'm vexed. I'd *like* to do both! But where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose.
Dean: Well, I guess if we can't find a righteous bone in a friggin' nunnery crypt.
Sam: All right. Here [reading records] listen to this. Sister Mary Benedict, uh, taught the learning-impaired and died at age 23.
Dean: Eh, it's a little young. Find someone who's had time to cook.
Sam: Okay, well, there was, uh... here: Sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor, became Mother Superior at age 60.
Dean: Sounds political. Power corrupts.
Dean: [digging in crypt] Well... let's bone this nun.
Sam: ...
Dean: Sorry.
Crowley: You know what I like about you?
Dick Roman: Lack of pretension?
Crowley: You're smarter than you look.
Dick Roman: Oh, well, now you're just flirting.
Dick Roman: [pouring drink] How do you take it?
Crowley: Alcoholic.
Dick Roman: Here's my offer.
Crowley: All ears.
Dick Roman: Full immunity for you and your constituents. I'm talking free-range grazing for all demon kind. I'm willing to cordon off, say, Canada. You and your crew can work your little deals, have your way with the locals.
Crowley: *All* of Canada?
Dick Roman: Have it.
Crowley: Fair. And down here?
Dick Roman: America's ours. Your sales team stays out -- period. That's not up for negotiation. We need America. They're so fat.
Crowley: And in exchange?
Dick Roman: [brings out a vial] The blood of one sadly unimpressive demon in New Jersey. All I ask is to give this to Frick and Frack, tell them it's yours, stand back, and let them come to me.
Crowley: I can't deny I long to see those two digested once and for all. You have a deal. I suppose you want that in writing.
Dick Roman: I don't kiss on the mouth.
Crowley: Your loss.
Crowley: [writing contract] "Should the party of the first part fail to inform the party of the second part of his intent---"
Dick Roman: Pause right there. Correct me -- that should be "party of the second part vis-à-vis party of the first part," 'cause we just amended-...
Dick Roman & Crowley: Clause 314-sub-a.
Dick Roman: That's right. You should do this professionally.
Dick: Susan, do I look like a fool?
Susan: Not in that particular body, no.
Dean: So, what's it feel like?
Bobby: What? Going vengeful? It's an itch you can't scratch out. Look... I'm done. Go get Dick. But don't do it 'cause you think it'll scratch the itch. Do it 'cause it's the job. And when it's your time... go.
Bobby: [to Dean and Sam] Here's to... running into you guys on the other side. Only... not too soon. All right?
Castiel: You know, leviathans can kill angels. There's a reason my Father locked them in purgatory. They're the... piranha that would eat the whole aquarium.
Meg: Nice, you scared off the Empire's only hope.
Dean: Meaning?
Meg: It occur to you every one of those things was in Cass? He knows them. He can see past the meat suits.
Sam: So, he'll be able to spot the real... fake Dick Roman.
Meg: Gold star, sugar pants. Too bad he's fruit loops. You might've a chance.
Castiel: I'm not good luck, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, but you know what? Bottom of the ninth and you're the only guy left on the bench... Sorry, but I'd rather have you. Cursed or not.
Castiel: If we attack Dick and fail, then you and Sam die heroically, correct?
Dean: I don't know. I guess.
Castiel: And at best, I die trying to fix my own stupid mistake. Or... I don't die -- I'm brought back again. I see now. It's a punishment resurrection. It's worse every time.
Meg: [kills off leviathans] Later, ho nuggets.
Dick Roman: Castiel. Good to see you again. Thanks for the ride into paradise.
Dean: [brings out the bone to kill Dick]
Dick Roman: And good on you! Pulling that together, A-plus.
Dean: Oh, you don't think this'll work, do you? You trust that demon?
Dick Roman: You sure I'm even me, Dean?
Dean: No. [nods his head toward Castiel] But *he* is. So, here's the thing when dealing with Crowley -- he will *always* find a way to bone you.
Dick Roman: Did you really think you could trump *me*?
Dean: Honestly? No.
Castiel: [grabs Dick from behind]
Dean: [stabs the bone in Dick's throat] Figured we'd have to catch you off guard.
Sam: Where's Dean?
Crowley: That bone... has a bit of a kick. God weapons often do. They should put a warning on the box.
Trivia
Dick Roman calls Sam and Dean "Frick and Frack". He is referring to the Swiss ice skating comedy duo who were members of the original Ice Follies in 1937.
Kevin could have not known about Dick's plan with the creamers because he stopped overhearing the meeting between Dick and the delegates and gets caught by Dick's assistant Susan before Dick talks about the creamers.
When Dean, Sam, Meg, and Castiel regroup back in the cabin, Dean says that all the Leviathans turned into Dick due to "they all downloaded Dick's brain". In reality, they used Dick's arm.
Quotes
Dean: I still say this is a bad idea.
Sam: Dean, it was your idea, and it was the best one either of us had.
Dean: I said it as a joke.
Sam: It was a bad joke -- good idea.
Sam: Dick made more Dicks.
Sam: We should call Castiel again.
Dean: Dude, on my car... he showed up naked... covered in bees.
Sam: Yeah, I am not really sorry I missed that.
Meg: You deal with him. I can't anymore.
Dean: You might want to be more specific.
Meg: I was laying low halfway across the world when Emo Boy pops up out of nowhere and zaps me right back here.
Dean: Why?
Meg: Go ask him. He was *your* boyfriend first.
Dean: Hey, there. So, Cass, what's, uh, what's the word?
Castiel: Well, Dean, I've been thinking. Monkeys... are so clever, and they're sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?
Dean: Not very.
Dean: Where's Kevin?
Castiel: I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?
Dean: Hey! Focus!
Castiel: Please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.
Castiel: So, none of this should cause you no any ill effect. I went to a little farm in Normandy for the wheat and the lettuce and the tomato and -- and I thoroughly examined and comforted the pig before I... slaughtered it for the ham. Here. You need your strength.
Dean: Thanks, Cass.
Dean: Hey Shifty, what's your problem?
Castiel: Do we need a cat? Doesn't this place feel one species short?
Dean: You got anything to say on the topic of dicks?
Sam: We called Crowley.
Meg: You *what*?
Dean: Don't worry. He never showed.
Meg: What do you mean "never"?
Dean: Do you see him anywhere? He stood us up.
Meg: Well, I'm sorry about that, but I'm outie. He could still --
Crowley: [appears] -- show up at any time.
Crowley: Castiel. When last we spoke, you, well, enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?
Castiel: I... don't know.
Crowley: Well, you want to be? 'Cause I can help with that.
Dean: All right, enough.
Crowley: It's enough when I say. I came here to help you. I've found out you've been lying to me, harbouring an angel, and not just *any* angel -- the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth.
Meg: Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?
Crowley: You bore me. You know that? You have no sense of poetry.
Crowley: Now, what do you have to say for yourself?
Castiel: Well, I'm still honing my communication strategy. I haven't even been back to heaven. I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know, they're making honey and silk and... miracles, really.
Crowley: What are you talking about?
Castiel: Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here. [holds up baggie] I can offer a token, if you like. It's honey. I collected it myself.
Crowley: You're off your rocker. He's off his rocker! Is that it? Heh, karma's a bitch isn't it?
Dean: Look, did you come here to donkey punch your old grudges, or to help us get Dick? Pick a battle!
Crowley: Well, I'm vexed. I'd *like* to do both! But where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose.
Dean: Well, I guess if we can't find a righteous bone in a friggin' nunnery crypt.
Sam: All right. Here [reading records] listen to this. Sister Mary Benedict, uh, taught the learning-impaired and died at age 23.
Dean: Eh, it's a little young. Find someone who's had time to cook.
Sam: Okay, well, there was, uh... here: Sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor, became Mother Superior at age 60.
Dean: Sounds political. Power corrupts.
Dean: [digging in crypt] Well... let's bone this nun.
Sam: ...
Dean: Sorry.
Crowley: You know what I like about you?
Dick Roman: Lack of pretension?
Crowley: You're smarter than you look.
Dick Roman: Oh, well, now you're just flirting.
Dick Roman: [pouring drink] How do you take it?
Crowley: Alcoholic.
Dick Roman: Here's my offer.
Crowley: All ears.
Dick Roman: Full immunity for you and your constituents. I'm talking free-range grazing for all demon kind. I'm willing to cordon off, say, Canada. You and your crew can work your little deals, have your way with the locals.
Crowley: *All* of Canada?
Dick Roman: Have it.
Crowley: Fair. And down here?
Dick Roman: America's ours. Your sales team stays out -- period. That's not up for negotiation. We need America. They're so fat.
Crowley: And in exchange?
Dick Roman: [brings out a vial] The blood of one sadly unimpressive demon in New Jersey. All I ask is to give this to Frick and Frack, tell them it's yours, stand back, and let them come to me.
Crowley: I can't deny I long to see those two digested once and for all. You have a deal. I suppose you want that in writing.
Dick Roman: I don't kiss on the mouth.
Crowley: Your loss.
Crowley: [writing contract] "Should the party of the first part fail to inform the party of the second part of his intent---"
Dick Roman: Pause right there. Correct me -- that should be "party of the second part vis-à-vis party of the first part," 'cause we just amended-...
Dick Roman & Crowley: Clause 314-sub-a.
Dick Roman: That's right. You should do this professionally.
Dick: Susan, do I look like a fool?
Susan: Not in that particular body, no.
Dean: So, what's it feel like?
Bobby: What? Going vengeful? It's an itch you can't scratch out. Look... I'm done. Go get Dick. But don't do it 'cause you think it'll scratch the itch. Do it 'cause it's the job. And when it's your time... go.
Bobby: [to Dean and Sam] Here's to... running into you guys on the other side. Only... not too soon. All right?
Castiel: You know, leviathans can kill angels. There's a reason my Father locked them in purgatory. They're the... piranha that would eat the whole aquarium.
Meg: Nice, you scared off the Empire's only hope.
Dean: Meaning?
Meg: It occur to you every one of those things was in Cass? He knows them. He can see past the meat suits.
Sam: So, he'll be able to spot the real... fake Dick Roman.
Meg: Gold star, sugar pants. Too bad he's fruit loops. You might've a chance.
Castiel: I'm not good luck, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, but you know what? Bottom of the ninth and you're the only guy left on the bench... Sorry, but I'd rather have you. Cursed or not.
Castiel: If we attack Dick and fail, then you and Sam die heroically, correct?
Dean: I don't know. I guess.
Castiel: And at best, I die trying to fix my own stupid mistake. Or... I don't die -- I'm brought back again. I see now. It's a punishment resurrection. It's worse every time.
Meg: [kills off leviathans] Later, ho nuggets.
Dick Roman: Castiel. Good to see you again. Thanks for the ride into paradise.
Dean: [brings out the bone to kill Dick]
Dick Roman: And good on you! Pulling that together, A-plus.
Dean: Oh, you don't think this'll work, do you? You trust that demon?
Dick Roman: You sure I'm even me, Dean?
Dean: No. [nods his head toward Castiel] But *he* is. So, here's the thing when dealing with Crowley -- he will *always* find a way to bone you.
Dick Roman: Did you really think you could trump *me*?
Dean: Honestly? No.
Castiel: [grabs Dick from behind]
Dean: [stabs the bone in Dick's throat] Figured we'd have to catch you off guard.
Sam: Where's Dean?
Crowley: That bone... has a bit of a kick. God weapons often do. They should put a warning on the box.
Trivia
Dick Roman calls Sam and Dean "Frick and Frack". He is referring to the Swiss ice skating comedy duo who were members of the original Ice Follies in 1937.
Kevin could have not known about Dick's plan with the creamers because he stopped overhearing the meeting between Dick and the delegates and gets caught by Dick's assistant Susan before Dick talks about the creamers.
When Dean, Sam, Meg, and Castiel regroup back in the cabin, Dean says that all the Leviathans turned into Dick due to "they all downloaded Dick's brain". In reality, they used Dick's arm.
Crowley is giving Dick a lot more leeway on reading the contract than he normally does his victims.
As a Canadian, I’d be happier with demons than Leviathans wanting to make me lunch.
Wouldn’t, just to be sure, you’d pour the blood mixture over the pointy end of the bone?
This show is just fine with showing all kinds of women and ghosts going up in flames, but not Bobby. He’s just a red glow reflected in the boys’ faces.
Really? He’ll let Meg crash the Impala? Or is that supposed to be a ringer? And if so where did he get it? Can Cas just zoom in on any classic up for grabs because if so, I’ve got a request list…
posted by sardonyx at 11:35 AM on October 9, 2021 [1 favorite]
As a Canadian, I’d be happier with demons than Leviathans wanting to make me lunch.
Wouldn’t, just to be sure, you’d pour the blood mixture over the pointy end of the bone?
This show is just fine with showing all kinds of women and ghosts going up in flames, but not Bobby. He’s just a red glow reflected in the boys’ faces.
Really? He’ll let Meg crash the Impala? Or is that supposed to be a ringer? And if so where did he get it? Can Cas just zoom in on any classic up for grabs because if so, I’ve got a request list…
posted by sardonyx at 11:35 AM on October 9, 2021 [1 favorite]
Bobby's got an irresistible desire to kill Dick Roman, but he's also increasingly unstable and unable to resist just taking the swing in front of him- just ask Charlie about her broken arm. If Bobby's too unstable to contribute usefully, it's better to have him moved on and out of the picture no matter how motivated he's feeling.
posted by Pope Guilty at 12:12 PM on October 9, 2021
posted by Pope Guilty at 12:12 PM on October 9, 2021
I could have done without the gratuitous stripping of a teenage girl. I suppose we're at least done with the dick jokes.
Good christ this show.
Cannot imagine the shovel talk Dean would feel the need to give Meg before he sends her off to intentionally crash his car but I trust and believe that for every minute she had to sit and listen to she hit that sign 10mph faster. (No but legit they keep doing stunts where Rachel Miner gets thrown around and I really hope they used a stunt person and did not actually make her do it with her back injury.)
posted by jameaterblues at 5:18 PM on October 9, 2021
Good christ this show.
Cannot imagine the shovel talk Dean would feel the need to give Meg before he sends her off to intentionally crash his car but I trust and believe that for every minute she had to sit and listen to she hit that sign 10mph faster. (No but legit they keep doing stunts where Rachel Miner gets thrown around and I really hope they used a stunt person and did not actually make her do it with her back injury.)
posted by jameaterblues at 5:18 PM on October 9, 2021
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Aw, Castiel wants a cat.
It doesn't make sense that Dean and Sam would release Bobby before Dick was taken care of. He's getting an irresistible urge to kill Dick, which is exactly what they want, so let him do that, then burn the flask. Doing it this way felt like a plot contrivance to get rid of Bobby before Dean's disappearance so that Sam would be left completely alone at the end.
I could have done without the gratuitous stripping of a teenage girl. I suppose we're at least done with the dick jokes.
I don't know how Sam is going to get the Impala fixed with both Dean and Bobby gone.
posted by orange swan at 6:16 AM on October 9, 2021