Lagoona Blue: You parked that stupid metal coffin across the whole bloody pier, mate.
dean Winchester: And you soaked my boots, you blue-haired menace. Back off before I call the ocean a cab.
dean Winchester: You’re a loudmouthed fish with the people skills of a pissed-off eel.
Lagoona Blue: And you’re a pie-scented asshole in a leather jacket, stomping around like the world owes you gas money.
dean Winchester: That bastard has my damn pie.
Lagoona Blue: And my board wax.
Lagoona Blue: Temporary truce, dickhead?
dean Winchester: Fine. After we get the pie, I’m still calling you a fish.
Lagoona Blue: After we get the wax, I’m still calling you a fossil.
dean Winchester: You let the damned pigeon steal the pie, you soggy idiot.
Lagoona Blue: You ran straight into the net, you useless leather clown.
Lagoona Blue: Your trap is dumber than your haircut, Dean.
dean Winchester: Your bubble circle looks like a toilet for mermaids, Lagoona.
dean Winchester: I screw you, winged bitch!
Lagoona Blue: I screw you, winged bitch!
dean Winchester: Truce until we ruin that bird’s whole damn afternoon.
Lagoona Blue: Agreed, fossil. Then I’m blaming you for the feathers.
Lagoona Blue: Gotcha, you feathered little thief!
dean Winchester: Enjoy the swim, you pie-stealing bastard!
dean Winchester: Oh, that’s it, you son of a bitch!
Lagoona Blue: Dean, calm down, mate!