"Nice refl--" "I knew it was gonna happen, Dean -- I know everything that's gonna happen!" "You don't know everything," Dean pshaws. "Yeah, I do," Sam insists, and as Dean smirks, "Yeah, right," Sam smirks the exact same words along with him in unison, and in the funniest sequence in an episode that's full of them, Sam anticipates everything Dean's going to say and recites the words in time with his brother even as Dean tries desperately to come up with increasingly bizarre and rushed insults that move from "You think you're being funny but you're being really really childish" through "Sam Winchester wears makeup" and "Sam Winchester cries his way through sex" to land on "Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up..." before Dean slices his hands through the air in amusing irritation and calls the whole thing off. Heh. Sam next pulls an actual Bill Murray by indicating various characters in the diner and spilling their deepest, darkest secrets to Dean, like the fact that Judge Meyers has a furry fetish and Deadbeat Cal's going to rob a mechanic later that afternoon. He reiterates that he's tried everything, but Dean always dies anyway, and then Sam wakes up, and it's Tuesday again, and...

..."Dog," Sam nods as if to cue the mangy cur's yapping as they pass the admirably restrained thing while strolling down the main drag. Sam also correctly anticipates Pickett searching for his keys in the middle of the sidewalk and the distracted blonde body-checking Li'l Stumpy before Dean breaks the established pattern by chasing after the blonde to ask her a few questions, and it turns out she's Derek Hasselback's daughter, there searching for her father. Super-Smart Sammy makes "D'OH! I AM SO STUPID" faces and hustles over to her side for further interrogation, leaving Dean alone next to the yappy yet admirably restrained cur. "Hey, buddy!" Dean grins. "Somebody need a friend?" Dean ducks down out of the frame for a cuddle, the off-screen mongrel goes apeshit with the barking, and...

"Heat of the moment!" Ha! God help me, that was far funnier than it had any right to be, especially because they made us wait so goddamned long for the golden retriever in the first act to go off in the third. "Plus!" Raoul needlessly reminds me. "There was absolutely no GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE to speak of!" Yes, yes, I know: Those heartless little miscreants, am I right? "You are!" Good. In any event, Sam snaps open his eyes to dart out of the frame, and the next thing we know, he's back at the diner, sharing his scraped-together-across-multiple-Tuesdays research on Derek Hasselback, who turns out to have been a monstrously egotistical dicksmack of a "journalist" who styled himself "The Truth Warrior," so just imagine any tool from FOX News, and you've got a pretty good picture of this guy. His specialty was, as Dean puts it, "crapping on" roadside tourist traps like The Mystery Spot, so Dean finds it "kind of poetic" that he ended up vanishing in one. "Like just deserts," he elaborates as they rise to leave. Sam repeats the phrase, but his massive brain quickly switches "deserts" to "desserts" when he notices a suspicious container of strawberry syrup next to an abandoned plate on the diner's counter, and Super-Smart Sammy suddenly gets An Idea when he remembers that the usual occupant of that counter seat has always, always, always chosen maple syrup before.