Sam: I swear, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection. Dean: Why? Sam: Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two: Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?! It's the greatest hits of mullet rock. Dean: House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake hole. Sam: You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay? Dean: Sorry, can't hear you. The music's too loud.