Goof: When Dexter finds victim Teegan Campbell's driver's license on the computer, her date of birth is listed as 4/16/87, with a date of issuance of 9/23/90, indicating she somehow got a driver's license when only three years old.
Deb: Nice watch. Knockoff?
Quinn: Me? No. Real thing only. I sold a kidney in Ghana. I'll show you the scars sometime.
Deb: I'll give you a kidney not to.
Deb: What the fuck is scrap-booking?
Dexter: The tradition of putting photos and memorabilia into family keepsake albums along with relevant journaling.
Deb: I don't even want to know how you know that.
Dexter: (voice over) What kind of father would I be? After all, I kill people.
Dexter: (voice over) We're supposed to see hope in children, but right now all I see are little bundles of uncertainty. And germs, but that's another matter. I love kids; I can play with them, enjoy them, and leave. I don't have to worry about what they'll become. A Nobel Prize laureate, a drunk, president of the United States, or someone like me. Why do parents take the chance? I've never felt compelled. But why would I; I'm not in the business of giving life.
Dexter: First you drained her of her self-respect and hope, and last Sunday you choked the life out of her.
Freebo: No. No, Sunday, I was getting high with Sherry….. or Kerry. She's a...she's a…she's a...
(Dexter shoves gauze in Freebo's mouth.)
Dexter: You seem uncertain. It's uncomfortable, isn't it? Just when you think you've answered all the questions, another one smacks you in the face. Life, life, life. Life is just like that. Which is why I prefer death.
Masuka: Step away from the incense. This is America, buddy. Freedom of religion.
Dexter: I didn't realize you were a Buddhist, Vince. Japanese are traditionally Shinto.
Masuka: Are we? Oh, whatever. I borrowed this shit off my manicurist. I need all the luck I can get. Got a crucifix up there, too.
Dexter: 'Cause it did so much for Jesus?
Title: Finding Freebo
This is a play on words and a reference to the movie Finding Nemo.