Dexter Morgan: I will not kill my sister. I will not kill my sister. I will not kill my sister.
Dexter Morgan: If eyes are the window to the soul, then grief is the door. As long as it's closed, it's the barrier between knowing and not knowing. Walk away from it, and it stays closed forever. But open it and walk through it, and pain becomes truth.
[Walking into a church with Rita, Cody, and Astor]
Dexter Morgan: If I believed in God - If I believed in sin - this is the place where I'd be sucked straight to Hell... if I believed in Hell.
Dexter Morgan: You're still here.
Rudy Cooper: Never left.
Dexter Morgan: Yeah, you did. I killed you.
Rudy Cooper: No, you just took my life.
Dexter Morgan: So how do I make you go away?
Rudy Cooper: [watching Rita and the kids pray] Hmmm. Well you could try doing what these people are doing.
Dexter Morgan: [Dexter's mobile rings while he is dumping Little Chino in several garbage bags into the Gulf Stream; he answers] Hey, you.
Rita Bennett: [trying to sound as firm as possible] I need to see you.
Dexter Morgan: Uh...
Dexter Morgan: just dropping somebody off, can it wait?
Rita Bennett: [managing to sound firm] No, it can't.
Dexter Morgan: Alright then.
[nearly trips on a suitcase and accidentally spills some water on it]
Debra Morgan: [angry] What fucking asshole left this here?
Special Agent Frank Lundy: It's, uh, Special Agent Fucking Asshole.
Vince Masuka: Eight confirmed
Dexter Morgan: Eight confirmed? Here?
Angel Batista: No. Here is just one.
Vince Masuka: We're talking eight confirmed victims of the Bay Harbor Butcher.
Dexter Morgan: The Bay Harbor... Butcher?
Vince Masuka: That's what the press is calling whoever dumped those bodies off shore. Has a nice ring to it, no?
Dexter Morgan: Well, it's a little... lurid
Angel Batista: Lurid and possibly wrong. Part of me's hoping they found the Ice Truck Killer's dumping ground.
Dexter Morgan: Tell me about it. Last thing Miami needs is another serial killer.
Dexter Morgan: I have to focus. Tune everything out. If I don't, being linked to my beautiful bodies of work will be the least of my worries
Dexter Morgan: Red rover, red rover, send Chino back over.
Special Agent Frank Lundy: First report from the field had these parts as coming from one body.
Dexter Morgan: [thoughts] Actually, it's two
Special Agent Frank Lundy: Actually, it's two.
Dexter Morgan: [thoughts] Uh-oh.
Dexter Morgan: [narrating about the rather tall "little" Chino] This guy is officially the highest point in all of Florida.
Little Chino: Why are you doing this to me?
Dexter Morgan: I'm not so much doing *to* you, as I'm doing it *for* me.
Little Chino: I never killed no kid.
Dexter Morgan: Ah, but you killed most of her. Her mother. Her brother. Her innocence.
Little Chino: You kill me, what do you leave behind?
Dexter Morgan: A world without you.
Special Agent Frank Lundy: Hello everyone. There is no such thing as the perfect crime. Not in my experience, anyway.
Dexter Morgan: I can't afford to lose it. Not with Special Agent Rock Star on my case.
Dexter Morgan: Come on, don't get the shakes now. This is no time for performance anxiety.
Debra Morgan: [Debra nearly trips over a suitcase] What fucking asshole left this here?
Special Agent Frank Lundy: It's Special Agent Fucking Asshole. Morgan, right?
Sergeant James Doakes: [standing over a victim] Why don't you take a picture, Morgan, it'll last longer.
Debra Morgan: Shit, she had a little girl.
Dexter Morgan: I know.
Debra Morgan: This stuff never gets to you?
Dexter Morgan: I'm more of a crying-on-the-inside kind of guy.