Dexter Morgan: [narrating] I always thought hardening arteries squeezed the life out of my father. But it was me. Harry gazed into the eye of his creation and saw evil, pure and simple. My evil. It killed him.
Sgt. James Doakes: That shit about your father... you wanna talk about it?
Dexter Morgan: About what? That my life is one tragic mistake?
Sgt. James Doakes: We've all thought that at one time or another. I know I have.
Dexter Morgan: Did you happen to be stuffing a human leg into a garbage bag at that point?
Debra Morgan: How do I find out Lila's real name?
Special Agent Frank Lundy: I think you know the answer to that.
Debra Morgan: Cut off her head, look for a label?
Special Agent Frank Lundy: There's probably an easier way.
Dexter Morgan: I'm the helpful handyman. How evil can I be?
Dexter Morgan: [thinking to himself] Maybe this is how evil works. Destroying everything it touches.
Dexter Morgan: I've really enjoyed our conversations, James. I lie to everyone I know - except my victims, right before I kill them. It's hard to establish much of a rapport there. Sorry about the cage.
Special Agent Frank Lundy: [rambling on] I was in charge. The evidence was there. But something inside me wasn't convinced he was our guy, so, I let him walk. It was a bad call. Now we might never...
Debra Morgan: Stop it.
Special Agent Frank Lundy: Stop what?
Debra Morgan: Acting like me. You're a god. Don't ever forget it.