Supernatural 4x17: It's a Terrible Life
Aug. 11th, 2010 03:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meg_tdjSo, their alternate lives. Let's give this a little rundown bro by bro...
Dean -
*health and diet conscious
*hates rock music
*gossips about Project Runway
*side-swept, slicked-down hair
*kind, patient manager
*hard-working, focused, a real "go-getter"
*didn't have any beer in his house
*really good at research
*talks and reasons intelligently
*went to Stanford
*father named Bob, mother named Ellen, sister named Jo (aww!)
*worried about health insurance, crappy diner food, and dirty motels
Sam -
*has violent, gory dreams
*a bit of a slacker in the workplace
*is the first to kick down a door
*asks for beer
*still feels like there's "something in my blood"
*pushes Dean into hunting
*was engaged to Madison, whose number actually belongs to an animal hospital (hahahaha!)
*still has major temper issues
So, the question I have to ask is, how much of this was just Zach's sense of humour, and how much of it was the boys' real, core personalities? Was it arranged for Sam to be the first to remember, or was that the fault of the demon blood? I'm guessing the anger and restlessness were demon-blood-related, but what else? There were so many unanswered questions from this ep.
Anyway. I think an ep like this was needed after all the angst, though it just seemed like a weird choice at the time, LOL. It was great to see the boys looking happy and excited and bonding again. I wish we'd gotten to see Dean post-Pin, though, because he must have majorly crashed for Zach to feel the need to step in like this.
The elevator scenes were classic. Suggesting Sam was a psychic, and Sam saying that would be crazy, hahahaha! And the Ghostfacers' instructional videos! And Sam's trauma when the dude was killed in the elevator, heh. And Sam's phone smash was AWESOME. And Zach had a good introduction to the show. All in all, a good episode. I just wish we'd gotten to see the boys reunite at the end.
ETA: As![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
catyuy pointed out, Dean's line to Zach, "Angel or no angel, I will stab you in your face," was foreshadowing! ;)
Randomness -
*When Dean was changing his shirt, there was no sign of the anti-possession tattoo. Did Zach somehow cloak their tats so they wouldn't raise questions in their minds too soon? And what about Dean's angel-print? That would have been hard to explain in his false memories.
*Zach wanted to make Dean "Senior VP, Eastern Great Lakes division." Call me crazy, but was that a veiled reference to Michael? Senior vice-president of Heaven? Hmm.
*Smith & Wesson - like the handgun? :P
Quotes -
Dean: *on phone* Oh, I hear ya. Yeah, I haven't been to the gym in ages. Carrying a little bloat around myself. *laughs* Yeah, it's a sedentary lifestyle, my man, no two ways. Alright, tell me one more time? You said, uh, lemon and, what was it? Cayenne? And maple syrup, are you serious? How much did you lose? *makes WOW face*
Sam: Do I know you?
Dean: I don't think so.
Sam: I'm sorry, man, you just look really familiar.
Dean: Save it for the health club, pal.
Sam: *on phone* Tech Support, this is Sam Wesson. Okay, uh, well, did you try turning it off and then on? Okay. Go ahead and turn it off. No, no, no, no, just off. Alright, give it a second. Turn it back on. Okay, is it, is it printing now? Great, any time.
Ian: I have to hit that.
Sam: Oh, dude, that's totally age inappropriate.
Ian: Experience.
Sam: Eh, trifocals.
Ian: There's a MILF in there, Sam, I just know it. Maybe a GMILF.
Ian: So, Sam. Had any more of those dreams lately?
Sam: *sighs*
Ian: What? Don't be like that! Come on, it's the highlight of my day.
Sam: I never shoulda told you in the first place.
Ian: They're genius. Don't hold out on me, dude. Share with the class.
Sam: You're just gonna be a dick about it.
Ian: What? No way! I won't say a word. Total respect. Go.
Sam: *reluctantly* I dreamt that I saved a grim reaper named Tessa from demons.
Ian: Ah!! *claps hands over his mouth* Classic! How much D&D did you play when you were a kid?! Oh my, so you sa... *laughs* Rescuing the grim reaper, that... you're a hero! I mean, thank God we've got Harry Potter here to save us all from the apocalypse!
Sam: Dick.
Ian: Wizard!
Sam: Can I ask you a question?
Dean: Look, man, I told you, I'm not into the uh...
Sam: Oh, dude, come on, I'm not either.
Sam: What do you think about ghosts?
Dean: Ghosts?
Sam: Do you believe in them?
Dean: *laughs* Uh, tell you the truth, I've never given it much thought.
Sam: Vampires.
Dean: What? Why?
Sam: Because I've been having some... weird dreams lately. You know what I mean?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: So... you've never had any... weird dreams?
Dean: Alright, look man, uh, I don't know you, okay? But I'm gonna do a public service and uh... let you know that, that you over-share.
Dean: Who the hell are you?
Sam: I'm not sure I know.
Dean: It's the master cleanse. Have you tried it? It's phenomenal, detoxes you like nobody's business.
Sam: What if there's something... not natural?
Dean: So are you telling me that your dreams are special visions and you're some kind of psychic?
Sam: No, I mean... *scoffs* That would be nuts.
Dean: You broke into their e-mail accounts?
Sam: I used some skills that I happen to have to... satisfy my curiosity.
Dean: Should we go check this out?
Sam: Like, right now?
Dean: No, no, it's getting late, you're right.
*pause*
Sam: I am DYING to check this out right now.
Dean: Right?!
Sam: I could use a beer.
Dean: Oh, sorry, man, I'm on the cleanse. I got rid of all the carbs in the house.
Dean: Nice job kickin' in that door, too. That was very Jet Li.
Sam: It's like... we've done this before.
Dean: What do you mean, before? Like Shirley MacLaine before?
Sam: No, I...I just can't shake this feeling, like I, like I don't belong here, you know what I mean? Like I should be doing something more than sit in a cubicle.
Dean: I think most people who work in a cubicle feel that same way.
Sam: There's just... something in my blood. Like I was destined for something different. What about you? You ever feel that way?
Dean: I don't believe in destiny.
Dean: We do what I do best, Sammy - research.
Sam: Okay. *pause* Did you just call me Sammy?
Dean: Did I?
Sam: I think you did. Yeah. *makes face* Don't.
Dean: Oh, jackpot!
Sam: What you got?
Dean: I just found the best site ever. Real actual ghost hunters. These guys are genius!
Ed: We know why you're watching.
Harry: You've got a problem.
Ed: A ghost problem.
Harry: A ghost-related problem. A ghost, it's like a ghost adjacent pro...it's like a problem that, and then the ghost...
Ed: Whatever. Well, you've come to the right place. The only decent place, really, because the Ghostfacers know how to solve it.
Harry: Period.
Ed: Watch and learn.
Dean: Yeah, I know, it sucks. My portfolio's in the sewer. I don't even wanna talk about it.
Harry: Once you've got that thing in your sights...
Ed & Harry: You kill it!
Harry: Using special ghost-hunting weapons.
Ed: First, salt. It's like acid to ghosts.
Harry: Burning acid.
Ed: Not LSD.
Harry: No. It's a bad trip for ghosts.
Ed: Next little trick - we learned this from those useless douchebags...
Harry: That we hate.
Ed: The Winchesters.
Harry: Gun...
Ed: Shotgun shell... pack it up with rocksalt...
Harry: Very effective.
Ed: Very effective.
Harry: Winchesters still suck ass, though.
Ed: Affirmative. Suckage major.
Dean: Where do we even get a gun?
Sam: Gun store?
Dean: Isn't there, like, some kind of waiting period or something?
Sam: I think so.
Dean: Well, how in the hell?
Sam: *laughs* I don't know, man. Seems pretty impossible, honestly.
Ed: The aforementioned super-annoying Winchester douchenozzles also taught us this one other thing.
Harry: You have to burn the remains. 'Kay, this next part gets a little gross. Sometimes you might have to... dig up the body. *makes face* Sorry.
Ed: It's illegal in some states.
Harry: All states.
Ed: Possibly all states.
Harry: Now, if the deceased has been cremated...
Ed: Don't panic.
Harry: Don't panic.
Ed: Just gotta look for some other remains.
Harry: A hair in a locket maybe, fingernails, baby teeth...
Ed: Milk teeth.
Harry: Genetic material. You know what we're talkin' about.
Ed: Go find it.
Harry: Fight well, young lions.
Ed: Godspeed.
Dean: *through walkie* Hey, you okay?
Sam: *traumatized* Call you back!
Sam: So, you ready?
Dean: I have no idea.
Sam: Me neither.
Sam: That was amazing!
Dean: Right? RIGHT?!
Dean: What, quit our jobs and hit the road?
Sam: Exactly!
Dean: How would we live?
Sam: Uh...
Dean: Come on, you gotta be kiddin' me, huh? How would we get by? What, stolen credit cards? Huh? Eatin' diner food drenched in saturated fats, sharing a crap motel room every night?
Sam: That's all just details.
Dean: Details are everything! You don't wanna go fighting ghosts without any health insurance!
Sam: We were... these, like... hunters, and we were friends... more like brothers, really.
Dean: I'm Dean Smith, okay? Director of Sales and Marketing. I went to Stanford, my father's name is Bob, my mother's name is Ellen, and my sister's name is Jo.
Sam: I only moved here 'cause I just broke up with my fiancee Madison, but I called her number, and I got a damn animal hospital!
Sam: You're not just some corporate douchebag, this isn't you! I know you.
Dean: Know me? You don't know me, pal. You should go.
Sam: *smashes phone to smithereens* I quit.
Dean: The hell? Why am I wearing a tie? My God, am I hungry!
Zachariah: Believe me, I had no interest in popping down here into one of these smelly things, but after the unfortunate situation with Uriel, I felt it necessary to pay a visit. Get my ducks in a row.
Dean: I am not one of your ducks.
Zachariah: Starting with your attitude.
Dean: Well, very creative.
Zachariah: You should see my decoupage.
Dean: Gross. No thank you.
Dean: So you guys can have fun watching us run around like ass-clowns in, in monkey suits?!
Zachariah: I know, I know, you-you're not strong enough, you're scared, you got daddy issues, you can't do it, right?
Dean: Angel or no angel, I will stab you in your face.
Zachariah: All I'm saying is, it's how you look at it. Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things. Save people. Maybe even the world. All the while you drive a classic car and fornicate with women. This isn't a curse. It's a gift! So for God's sakes, Dean, quit whining about it.
Dean -
*health and diet conscious
*hates rock music
*gossips about Project Runway
*side-swept, slicked-down hair
*kind, patient manager
*hard-working, focused, a real "go-getter"
*didn't have any beer in his house
*really good at research
*talks and reasons intelligently
*went to Stanford
*father named Bob, mother named Ellen, sister named Jo (aww!)
*worried about health insurance, crappy diner food, and dirty motels
Sam -
*has violent, gory dreams
*a bit of a slacker in the workplace
*is the first to kick down a door
*asks for beer
*still feels like there's "something in my blood"
*pushes Dean into hunting
*was engaged to Madison, whose number actually belongs to an animal hospital (hahahaha!)
*still has major temper issues
So, the question I have to ask is, how much of this was just Zach's sense of humour, and how much of it was the boys' real, core personalities? Was it arranged for Sam to be the first to remember, or was that the fault of the demon blood? I'm guessing the anger and restlessness were demon-blood-related, but what else? There were so many unanswered questions from this ep.
Anyway. I think an ep like this was needed after all the angst, though it just seemed like a weird choice at the time, LOL. It was great to see the boys looking happy and excited and bonding again. I wish we'd gotten to see Dean post-Pin, though, because he must have majorly crashed for Zach to feel the need to step in like this.
The elevator scenes were classic. Suggesting Sam was a psychic, and Sam saying that would be crazy, hahahaha! And the Ghostfacers' instructional videos! And Sam's trauma when the dude was killed in the elevator, heh. And Sam's phone smash was AWESOME. And Zach had a good introduction to the show. All in all, a good episode. I just wish we'd gotten to see the boys reunite at the end.
ETA: As
catyuy pointed out, Dean's line to Zach, "Angel or no angel, I will stab you in your face," was foreshadowing! ;)Randomness -
*When Dean was changing his shirt, there was no sign of the anti-possession tattoo. Did Zach somehow cloak their tats so they wouldn't raise questions in their minds too soon? And what about Dean's angel-print? That would have been hard to explain in his false memories.
*Zach wanted to make Dean "Senior VP, Eastern Great Lakes division." Call me crazy, but was that a veiled reference to Michael? Senior vice-president of Heaven? Hmm.
*Smith & Wesson - like the handgun? :P
Quotes -
Dean: *on phone* Oh, I hear ya. Yeah, I haven't been to the gym in ages. Carrying a little bloat around myself. *laughs* Yeah, it's a sedentary lifestyle, my man, no two ways. Alright, tell me one more time? You said, uh, lemon and, what was it? Cayenne? And maple syrup, are you serious? How much did you lose? *makes WOW face*
Sam: Do I know you?
Dean: I don't think so.
Sam: I'm sorry, man, you just look really familiar.
Dean: Save it for the health club, pal.
Sam: *on phone* Tech Support, this is Sam Wesson. Okay, uh, well, did you try turning it off and then on? Okay. Go ahead and turn it off. No, no, no, no, just off. Alright, give it a second. Turn it back on. Okay, is it, is it printing now? Great, any time.
Ian: I have to hit that.
Sam: Oh, dude, that's totally age inappropriate.
Ian: Experience.
Sam: Eh, trifocals.
Ian: There's a MILF in there, Sam, I just know it. Maybe a GMILF.
Ian: So, Sam. Had any more of those dreams lately?
Sam: *sighs*
Ian: What? Don't be like that! Come on, it's the highlight of my day.
Sam: I never shoulda told you in the first place.
Ian: They're genius. Don't hold out on me, dude. Share with the class.
Sam: You're just gonna be a dick about it.
Ian: What? No way! I won't say a word. Total respect. Go.
Sam: *reluctantly* I dreamt that I saved a grim reaper named Tessa from demons.
Ian: Ah!! *claps hands over his mouth* Classic! How much D&D did you play when you were a kid?! Oh my, so you sa... *laughs* Rescuing the grim reaper, that... you're a hero! I mean, thank God we've got Harry Potter here to save us all from the apocalypse!
Sam: Dick.
Ian: Wizard!
Sam: Can I ask you a question?
Dean: Look, man, I told you, I'm not into the uh...
Sam: Oh, dude, come on, I'm not either.
Sam: What do you think about ghosts?
Dean: Ghosts?
Sam: Do you believe in them?
Dean: *laughs* Uh, tell you the truth, I've never given it much thought.
Sam: Vampires.
Dean: What? Why?
Sam: Because I've been having some... weird dreams lately. You know what I mean?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: So... you've never had any... weird dreams?
Dean: Alright, look man, uh, I don't know you, okay? But I'm gonna do a public service and uh... let you know that, that you over-share.
Dean: Who the hell are you?
Sam: I'm not sure I know.
Dean: It's the master cleanse. Have you tried it? It's phenomenal, detoxes you like nobody's business.
Sam: What if there's something... not natural?
Dean: So are you telling me that your dreams are special visions and you're some kind of psychic?
Sam: No, I mean... *scoffs* That would be nuts.
Dean: You broke into their e-mail accounts?
Sam: I used some skills that I happen to have to... satisfy my curiosity.
Dean: Should we go check this out?
Sam: Like, right now?
Dean: No, no, it's getting late, you're right.
*pause*
Sam: I am DYING to check this out right now.
Dean: Right?!
Sam: I could use a beer.
Dean: Oh, sorry, man, I'm on the cleanse. I got rid of all the carbs in the house.
Dean: Nice job kickin' in that door, too. That was very Jet Li.
Sam: It's like... we've done this before.
Dean: What do you mean, before? Like Shirley MacLaine before?
Sam: No, I...I just can't shake this feeling, like I, like I don't belong here, you know what I mean? Like I should be doing something more than sit in a cubicle.
Dean: I think most people who work in a cubicle feel that same way.
Sam: There's just... something in my blood. Like I was destined for something different. What about you? You ever feel that way?
Dean: I don't believe in destiny.
Dean: We do what I do best, Sammy - research.
Sam: Okay. *pause* Did you just call me Sammy?
Dean: Did I?
Sam: I think you did. Yeah. *makes face* Don't.
Dean: Oh, jackpot!
Sam: What you got?
Dean: I just found the best site ever. Real actual ghost hunters. These guys are genius!
Ed: We know why you're watching.
Harry: You've got a problem.
Ed: A ghost problem.
Harry: A ghost-related problem. A ghost, it's like a ghost adjacent pro...it's like a problem that, and then the ghost...
Ed: Whatever. Well, you've come to the right place. The only decent place, really, because the Ghostfacers know how to solve it.
Harry: Period.
Ed: Watch and learn.
Dean: Yeah, I know, it sucks. My portfolio's in the sewer. I don't even wanna talk about it.
Harry: Once you've got that thing in your sights...
Ed & Harry: You kill it!
Harry: Using special ghost-hunting weapons.
Ed: First, salt. It's like acid to ghosts.
Harry: Burning acid.
Ed: Not LSD.
Harry: No. It's a bad trip for ghosts.
Ed: Next little trick - we learned this from those useless douchebags...
Harry: That we hate.
Ed: The Winchesters.
Harry: Gun...
Ed: Shotgun shell... pack it up with rocksalt...
Harry: Very effective.
Ed: Very effective.
Harry: Winchesters still suck ass, though.
Ed: Affirmative. Suckage major.
Dean: Where do we even get a gun?
Sam: Gun store?
Dean: Isn't there, like, some kind of waiting period or something?
Sam: I think so.
Dean: Well, how in the hell?
Sam: *laughs* I don't know, man. Seems pretty impossible, honestly.
Ed: The aforementioned super-annoying Winchester douchenozzles also taught us this one other thing.
Harry: You have to burn the remains. 'Kay, this next part gets a little gross. Sometimes you might have to... dig up the body. *makes face* Sorry.
Ed: It's illegal in some states.
Harry: All states.
Ed: Possibly all states.
Harry: Now, if the deceased has been cremated...
Ed: Don't panic.
Harry: Don't panic.
Ed: Just gotta look for some other remains.
Harry: A hair in a locket maybe, fingernails, baby teeth...
Ed: Milk teeth.
Harry: Genetic material. You know what we're talkin' about.
Ed: Go find it.
Harry: Fight well, young lions.
Ed: Godspeed.
Dean: *through walkie* Hey, you okay?
Sam: *traumatized* Call you back!
Sam: So, you ready?
Dean: I have no idea.
Sam: Me neither.
Sam: That was amazing!
Dean: Right? RIGHT?!
Dean: What, quit our jobs and hit the road?
Sam: Exactly!
Dean: How would we live?
Sam: Uh...
Dean: Come on, you gotta be kiddin' me, huh? How would we get by? What, stolen credit cards? Huh? Eatin' diner food drenched in saturated fats, sharing a crap motel room every night?
Sam: That's all just details.
Dean: Details are everything! You don't wanna go fighting ghosts without any health insurance!
Sam: We were... these, like... hunters, and we were friends... more like brothers, really.
Dean: I'm Dean Smith, okay? Director of Sales and Marketing. I went to Stanford, my father's name is Bob, my mother's name is Ellen, and my sister's name is Jo.
Sam: I only moved here 'cause I just broke up with my fiancee Madison, but I called her number, and I got a damn animal hospital!
Sam: You're not just some corporate douchebag, this isn't you! I know you.
Dean: Know me? You don't know me, pal. You should go.
Sam: *smashes phone to smithereens* I quit.
Dean: The hell? Why am I wearing a tie? My God, am I hungry!
Zachariah: Believe me, I had no interest in popping down here into one of these smelly things, but after the unfortunate situation with Uriel, I felt it necessary to pay a visit. Get my ducks in a row.
Dean: I am not one of your ducks.
Zachariah: Starting with your attitude.
Dean: Well, very creative.
Zachariah: You should see my decoupage.
Dean: Gross. No thank you.
Dean: So you guys can have fun watching us run around like ass-clowns in, in monkey suits?!
Zachariah: I know, I know, you-you're not strong enough, you're scared, you got daddy issues, you can't do it, right?
Dean: Angel or no angel, I will stab you in your face.
Zachariah: All I'm saying is, it's how you look at it. Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things. Save people. Maybe even the world. All the while you drive a classic car and fornicate with women. This isn't a curse. It's a gift! So for God's sakes, Dean, quit whining about it.
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Date: 2010-08-11 08:50 pm (UTC)Don't worry Dean, you do.
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Date: 2010-08-11 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-12 12:25 pm (UTC)This amuses me no end:
Dean: Come on, you gotta be kiddin' me, huh? How would we get by? What, stolen credit cards? Huh? Eatin' diner food drenched in saturated fats, sharing a crap motel room every night?
Sam: That's all just details.
Dean: Details are everything! You don't wanna go fighting ghosts without any health insurance!
Awh, Sammy - I knew you actually loved living with your brother like that!
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Date: 2010-08-12 07:03 pm (UTC)