Doakes: You give me the fucking creeps, you know that, Dexter?
Dexter: Yeah, I know. Sorry about that.
Doakes: Fuck you.
Dexter: Okay. Uhh... is there something I can...?
Doakes: Yeah, you can give me your fucking analysis on the blood splatter on these killings. You think I'm here to invite you to my nephew's bris?
Dexter: I didn't know you were Jewish.
Doakes: Shut the fuck up and write your report already.
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