(Dexter is choking Harry with a necktie.)
Harry: All right. Stop. Enough.
(Harry coughing and Dexter smiling.)
Teenage Dexter: Are you all right?
Harry: I'm fine. I'm fine. Nice ambush. That was the perfect point of attack.
Teenage Dexter: I can't believe I finally got you. I won!
Harry: This isn't a game, Dexter.
Teenage Dexter: No, I-I know.
Harry: It's not suppose to be fun.
Teenage Dexter: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. It's just --
Harry: Do you think I want to teach you these things? This is the only way I know how to keep you out of an electric chair. This is about survival, Dex. Nothing else. Got it?