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A Miami police forensics expert moonlights as a serial killer of criminals whom he believes have escaped justice.
Dexter Morgan: I've lived in darkness a long time. Over the years my eyes adjusted, until the dark became my world and I could see.
[repeated line] Dexter Morgan: [thinking] Tonight's the night.
Vince Masuka: The fucking Bay Harbor Butcher is butchering up my online social life! [Masuka leaves the room] Dexter Morgan: Sorry.
Dexter Morgan: [voiceover] People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well. That's my burden, I guess.
Dexter Morgan: Harry and Dorris Morgan did a wonderful job raising me. But they're both dead now. I didn't kill them, honest.
Debra Morgan: Bathroom's all yours. Dexter Morgan: Eh, kind of always was.
Debra Morgan: Why is it we never talk brother/sister stuff? Dexter Morgan: Our dad was a cop, you're a cop, I work for the cops... for us, this *is* brother/sister stuff.
Vince Masuka: Say it. Dexter Morgan: ...You're my daddy? Vince Masuka: Sounds weird when you say it.
Dexter Morgan: [as victim averts his eyes from dead bodies] Look! Or I will cut your eyelids right off your face.
[repeated line] Sergeant James Doakes: Surprise, motherfucker.
Harry Morgan: Remember this forever: you are my son, you are not alone, and you are loved.
Dexter Morgan: We have an elephant in the room, and its name is Sex. Rita Bennett: [laughs weakly] Tell me about it. Dexter Morgan: Hey, as far as I'm concerned, it can just stay in the corner and mind its own damn business. Rita Bennett: [softly] Easier said than done. Dexter Morgan: Yeah, [gently brushes her hair back] Dexter Morgan: but it needs to be right, for both of us, or it won't be right for either of us. I don't want that. Do you? Rita Bennett: No. You know, I can't believe I found the one good truly decent man left on the planet.
Dexter Morgan: [voiceover] Harry was a great cop here in Miami. He taught me how to think like one; he taught me how to cover my tracks. I'm a very neat monster.
Dexter Morgan: How many more bodies would there have been had I not gotten to those killers? I didn't want to save lives, but save lives I did. Motivation aside, I think Harry and Lundy would agree on this one.
Special Agent Frank Lundy: Suit up if you're gonna touch it. Dexter Morgan: Oh! No, I'm just dropping off some x-rays. I'm Dexter Morgan... Special Agent Frank Lundy: I know who you are.
Sergeant James Doakes: [Dexter is about to hit Doakes with a flashlight] Go ahead. Try it. I've been waiting. Dexter Morgan: This neighborhood? [shines the flashlight on himself] Dexter Morgan: It's full of crazies. I'd lock my doors.
Dexter Morgan: [Dexter throws Roger into the back of the mini-van] You were right about the ample cargo space.
Dexter Morgan: Doakes thinks he knows my secrets. But he only needs to look at this - my body of work - to know the real me.
Dexter Morgan: Tonight's the night, and it's gonna happen again and again and again. Has to happen...
Dexter Morgan: So what's up, hot shot? Debra Morgan: Alright, get this. Lieutenant's looking for that refrigerated truck in every swamp, glade and chop shop from here to the Keys. The way I see it, that whack-job truck driver threw a severed head at your car. It's not as if he's shy. Dexter Morgan: You think he's hiding the truck in plain sight, wanting it to be found?