Dean: Spumanti brothers! Heed me! Boy: Let's make tracks! Dean: Your day of reckoning is nigh! Heart: Donnie Spumanti is right. Your "ghost talk" is clunky. Dean: Silence, foolish mortal. I am well versed in classic "Specter speak."
Well he is suppose to be a ghost of himself.
Well he is suppose to be a ghost of himself.