Dexter

Dexter: (voice over) The first time I saw his work, I felt like a Spanish explorer landing on the shores of a new world. No blood in the victims, no spatter, no stain.

Dexter: (voice over) For weeks I've felt like a student at a master class. Is it really possible that the master's on the run? And even more tragic, does he live in a double-wide?

Dexter: The Ice Truck Killer drains the blood from his victims, freezes their bodies, and only then severs their limbs. It's clean and efficient. That's his psychological signature. Neil Perry, on the other hand, stuffs roadkill. Deb: Yeah, and turns it into fucked up fantasy shit. Dexter: But the fantasies are all wrong. The guy we're looking for wouldn't turn dead, dirty things into living cartoons. He'd find that pathetic. Deb: How do you know? Dexter: Because it is pathetic.

Dexter: (talking about Paul) When'd you first notice it, this darkness inside the guy you fell for? Rita: I always knew it was there. I guess I just didn't think I deserved better, 'til I met you. Dexter: I have a dark side too. (Rita laughs) What? I do. Rita: Somehow I doubt that. You have a good heart, Dexter. You're not like Paul, you don't hurt people. Dexter: Innocent people. I don't hurt innocent people.

(Angel and Deb examine Neil Perry's hidden stash) Deb: This is a record of everything he's ever done. Angel: I got photos. Deb: Those are his crime scenes. Did we release those photos to the press? Angel: No. Deb: Did he take them himself? Angel: He had to. Deb: Did we just hit the motherload? Angel: No. We hit the motherfuckin' motherload.

Paul: Um, hi, how are ya? I'm Paul Bennett, father on parole. Dexter: Uh, Dexter Morgan. Uh, I can't think of anything clever to say.

Deb: (holding up a sample of Neil Perry's taxidermy) He is a sick fuck. Masuka: Yeah, some might say that. To others, cryptotaxidermy's a fine art. I've got a mummified Chupacabra at home. Deb: Can I have permission to run Masuka's prints as the Ice Truck Killer? Masuka: No need for that. I'll give you some warm DNA right now.

(Angel assembles a task force) Angel: Debra Morgan. Get over here, you're on the team. Deb: (to Dexter) Did you hear that? I'm on the team. Do you think we get hats?

Angel: According to the DMV, this is where Perry lives. Deb: Ew, with his seven inbred cousins by the look of it. Something has gotta be wrong with somebody that can live in a steel box. Angel: Aluminum, actually. Nina and I had a deluxe multi-sectional. Deb: For real? Angel: It was our starter home.

Doakes: (to Dex staring at corpse) Getting a goddamn hard-on there, Morgan?

Dexter: (voice over) He might be a crack-addled, wife abusing yahoo but he refuses to abandon his kids. I'm not sure that's a good thing.

Dexter: (to Jeremy Downs) I'm empty. But I found a way to make it less bottomless. Pretend. You pretend the feelings are there, for the world. For the people around you. Who knows, maybe one day they will be.

Dexter: (voice over) The FBI estimates that there are less than 50 serial killers active in the U.S. today. We don't get together at conventions, share trade secrets, or exchange Christmas cards. But sometimes I wonder what it's like for others. The only sound I hear. The only sound in the entire world is my heart beating.