“Bela: Put the [rabbit's] foot down, honey.

Dean: No. You're not gonna shoot anybody. See I happen to be able to read people. Okay, you're a thief, fine. But you're not -- [Bela shoots Sam in the shoulder] Son of a --

Bela: Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger. You've got luck, Dean, you I can't hit. But your brother -- him I can't miss.

Dean: What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!

Bela: Relax. It's a shoulder hit. I can aim. And besides, who here hasn't shot a few people?”