Dean Winchester: [after Sam caught the falling hot sauce bottle] Nice reflexes. 
Sam Winchester: I knew it was going happen, Dean. I know everything that's going to happen. 
Dean Winchester: You don't know *every*thing. 
Sam Winchester: Yeah, I do. 
[in unison with Dean] 
Sam Winchester: Yeah right. Nice guess. It wasn't guess. 
Dean Winchester: [in unison] Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out Sam. Sam! You think you're being funny but you're being really, really childish. Sam Winchester wears make-up. Sam Winchester cries his way through . Sam Winchesters keeps [bad word] by the bed and every morning when he wakes up- okay, enough!