That would be one pissed-off zombie. "Loo a eee, I ol em oo urree me in ee Arrreeeein Oooonroooh no ee U'y Arrrr'and owfi-- "

Sam blows it full of rock salt and it tumbles down, poodle skirt flying up.

Dean turns his face. "Jeez, I really didn't need to know what was under there."

"Man, I couldn't tell what it was trying to say, what with it only having about half a tongue left," Sam says. "Think it was important?"

With a shrug, Dean replies, "Only if you're more a fan of Marilyn Monroe than Judy Garland." He smirks at Sam. "You always struck me as the Judy type of girl, Sammy."

Sam glares.

"The other barrel is still loaded, Dean."