Dexter

Dexter: (voice over) I was wrong about birthdays. Maybe the reason to celebrate them is what they offer: the hope of living to see another one.

Deb: Let me ask you a question. Why do you have it in for me? LaGuerta: You're loud, you're impulsive, and you constantly question authority. Deb: Fair enough. LaGuerta: I hear you have an interesting theory on who... (door shuts as Deb leaves)

Deb: I traded my glasses in for contacts in high school. LaGuerta: Boys? Deb: Yeah. What I really needed was tits. I had Winnie the Poohs in my bras until I was sixteen, and as you can see, not a whole lot's changed since then.

Dexter: (reading Deb's profile of Valerie Castillo's killer) The similar manner in which the victim's body was displayed suggests this killer feels a connection to the Ice Truck Killer, excited by what he's doing. The cut on the victim's cheek, while not fatal, appears to be a signature of sorts. Because of the lack of evidence collected from the crime scene, the suspect may be familiar with law enforcement or forensics procedure. Huh.

Dexter: (voice over) If my back wasn't against the wall, I'd almost feel guilty for hacking into Masuka's email. Once I got past all the porn, it was easy.

Deb: I don't know, he's just got this spirit about him. Guy's missing body parts because of this Ice Truck Killer asshole, and he's still hitting on me. Doakes' Mother: That's because men only think with one body part, and that one was not cut off.

Deb: (relating a story to Doakes' family) So this john comes out of nowhere. He's got me by the throat. I can't reach around to get my gun, and I see he has a nipple ring. I rip that fucker out like it's a grenade pin!

Doakes: Ain't never seen a latrine before, Morgan? Deb: Yeah, just uh, not indoors. Doakes: Yeah, well the army taught me a lot of things... LaGuerta: I feel a Desert Storm story coming on. Doakes: ...but digging holes for people to take a dump, that was most important. Deb: I'm not really getting that. Doakes: Doesn't matter how many bars you got on your collar, Morgan. LaGuerta: Everybody's shit stinks. Doakes: There you go.

Masuka: Yo, what's up with you today? You're throwing off my chi. Dexter: You're not Chinese. Masuka: I'm not?

(in trailer with body) Dexter: You find anything else? Doakes: (looking at the body) That ain't enough?

Dexter: (voice over) I don't get birthdays. The party, the song. Celebrating another year just being alive feels... forced.

(Dexter and Masuka examine Valerie Castillo's body) Dexter: You got anything Masuka: No bruising. Nothing under her nails. She didn't put up a fight. If she was killed here, which I doubt, whoever did it was a real pro. Dexter: (voice over) Under normal circumstances I'd take that as a compliment.

Dexter: (voice over) I shouldn't even be here. Rita will be devastated if I'm arrested. Her husband was a crackhead and her boyfriend's a serial killer. It's hard not to take that personally.

Dexter: Valerie Castillo. Angel: Yeah, it sounds like she got exactly what was coming to her. Personally, I'd shake this guy's hand. Dexter: (voice over) Eh, you say that now...

(after Masuka orders Tox screen of Valerie Castillo) Dexter: (voice over) That's it. No more donuts for Masuka.

Dexter: Who's the boy? Deb: All we've got so far is that he's Cuban and seems to like LaGuerta. Spend enough time in a hot trunk and I guess she'd look good to anybody.

Dexter: (voice over) Life is so fleeting. So fragile. Every breath with its potential to be our last.

Dexter: (voice over) Nothing lasts forever, just ask a Ford Pinto.