D: I think our toilet is haunted.
S: You what?
D: I think our toilet is haunted.
S: Does it have a lingering smell of death?
D: Yeah, actually!
S: That's because we shit in it, Dean.
D: You're a nasty fucker.
S: You're the one who thinks a toilet is haunted.
D: I'm serious, Sam!
S: And that worries me.
D: Do you not hear the noises it makes?
S: What noises?
D: It sounds like there's a beast in there.
S: Like old plumbing?
D: Like a beast.
S: You do realize it's a toilet?
D: Yeah I know it's a toilet! What the hell do you take me for?!
S: A dumbass.
D: I'll kick your ass Sam. Go salt the fucking toilet.
S: No! I'm not wasting salt on that!
D: It's haunted, Sam, now salt it!
S: I'm not going to waste our fucking salt on a fucking shitter!
D: You know what, fine, I don't care. I hope the toilet monster eats your ass, you fucking bastard.
G: You seem angry, Sam. What bit you on the ass?
S: The toilet monster.