Dexter Morgan: All you can do is play along at life, and hope that sometimes you get it right.
Dexter Morgan: [voiceover] Most people have a hard time dealing with death, but I'm not most people. It's the grief that makes me uncomfortable. Not because I'm a killer, really. I just don't understand all that emotion, which makes it tough to fake.
[putting on sun glasses]
Dexter Morgan: In those cases, shades come in handy.
Dexter Morgan: Do you want a hug?
Debra Morgan: Fuck off.
Dexter Morgan: How'd it feel? To kill a guy.
Harry Morgan: Not so great Dex. When you take a man's life you're not just killing him, you're snuffing out all the things he'll ever become. As a cop I only fire my weapon to save a life, that's a code I live by. Killing must serve a purpose or else it's just plain murder.
Rita Bennett: [the family are working in the garden] Thank you for doing this, Dexter. I moved here from Michigan with dreams of fruit trees in my garden.
Cody Bennett: But they keep dying.
Rita Bennett: I can't help it, I kill things.
Dexter Morgan: That must be awful. Fortunately, I have a green thumb. The key to happy citrus is a fertilizer. Bone meal works the best.
Angel Batista: [about the body found on the ice of a hockey arena] What do you think he's trying to tell us?
Dexter Morgan: That hockey's a violent sport?
[about going to the Captain behind LaGuerta's back]
Debra Morgan: What?
Bella: Never piss off your pimp.
Debra Morgan: LaGuerta's not my pimp.
Shanda: Is that right... bitch tell you what to do?
Bella: Is your pussy taking all the risk?
Prostitute #1: Does she steal everything you earn?
Debra Morgan: Yeah, she definitely does that.
Bella: She's your pimp, baby, and she will mess you up if you play her.
Dexter Morgan: [holding Astor] If I had a heart, it might be breaking right now.
Dexter Morgan: Look I don't want to cancel all my credit cards and I hate waiting in line at the DMV, so give me back the wallet you stole from my car or I'll break your fucking neck!
Dexter Morgan: Everyone moves to Miami to die, which means we have more junk than any city in America.
Angel Batista: She's a butterface.
Dexter Morgan: What's a butterface?
Angel Batista: You know, compadre. She's got a hot body - but her face.
Dexter Morgan: Oh.
Vince Masuka: How great would it be to pull a bronco on her? Yeah? Yeah?
[Dexter is baffled again]
Angel Batista: You do it doggie-style. Right? And just when she's getting into it, you grab her by the hips, and you yell another woman's name, and, bam, you're riding her like a bronco, because she's trying to buck you off.
Dexter Morgan: [thinking] Many times in life I feel like I'm missing some essential piece of the human puzzle. This is one of them.