Dexter quotes
468 total quotesMasuka: The fucking Bay Habour Butcher is butchering up my own social life.
[Masuka leaves the room]
Dexter: Sorry.
[Masuka leaves the room]
Dexter: Sorry.
Pascal: I'm gonna need you to run some tests on this shirt.
Dexter: Is there blood?
Pascal: No blood.
Dexter: I'm really the blood guy.
Pascal: It's a smell. It smells like a woman.
Dexter: Which part?
Pascal: Who can identify this for me?
[Dexter looks outside the window and sees Masuka]
Dexter: Yeah, that's really Masuka's area. He's definitely your man.
Pascal: Thanks.
Dexter: Is there blood?
Pascal: No blood.
Dexter: I'm really the blood guy.
Pascal: It's a smell. It smells like a woman.
Dexter: Which part?
Pascal: Who can identify this for me?
[Dexter looks outside the window and sees Masuka]
Dexter: Yeah, that's really Masuka's area. He's definitely your man.
Pascal: Thanks.
Priest: I'm sorry for your loss.
Dexter: Thank you, father.
Brian: I'm not sorry.
Dexter: You're still here.
Brian: Never left.
Dexter: Yeah, you did. I killed you.
Brian: No. You just took my life.
Dexter: So, how do I make you go away?
Brian: Hm. Well, you could try doing what these people are doing.
Dexter: I'm not like them.
Brian: Well, if it helps, I can tell you that it's not your fault. What you did to me.
Dexter: I never said it was.
Brian: But you feel it.
Dexter: How do you know that?
Brian: It's human nature.
Dexter: I'm not human.
Brian: No. You're just fucked up.
Dexter: I need to let you go.
Brian: You think it's as simple as that?
Dexter: Nothing's simple.
Dexter: Thank you, father.
Brian: I'm not sorry.
Dexter: You're still here.
Brian: Never left.
Dexter: Yeah, you did. I killed you.
Brian: No. You just took my life.
Dexter: So, how do I make you go away?
Brian: Hm. Well, you could try doing what these people are doing.
Dexter: I'm not like them.
Brian: Well, if it helps, I can tell you that it's not your fault. What you did to me.
Dexter: I never said it was.
Brian: But you feel it.
Dexter: How do you know that?
Brian: It's human nature.
Dexter: I'm not human.
Brian: No. You're just fucked up.
Dexter: I need to let you go.
Brian: You think it's as simple as that?
Dexter: Nothing's simple.
Rita Bennett: Maybe we could just ... hang.
Dexter: Like a sloth. I can do that.
Dexter: Like a sloth. I can do that.
Rita: [on the phone] No, no. Calm is what I was thirty minutes ago. Pissed is what I am now.
Rita: [talking about the "Bay Harbor Butcher"] It makes me so angry that there's some monster out there scaring my son.
Dexter: [uncomfortable] I gotta go to work.
Rita: You know, I hope they catch him today. And I'm not a violent person, but I hope they'll hurt him. Have a good day. [kisses Dexter goodbye]
Dexter: [voiceover] Make up your mind.
Dexter: [uncomfortable] I gotta go to work.
Rita: You know, I hope they catch him today. And I'm not a violent person, but I hope they'll hurt him. Have a good day. [kisses Dexter goodbye]
Dexter: [voiceover] Make up your mind.
Rita: Is it over with Lila?
Dexter: Yes, absolutely, completely over. If I never see her again it will be too soon.
Dexter: Yes, absolutely, completely over. If I never see her again it will be too soon.
Roger: Where am I?
Dexter: Looks different under plastic, but you spent an evening here with Anne Cowen. You took her last breath from her right over there, you remember?
Roger: No. Y-you're wrong. I wouldn't!
Dexter: No, you would. And you did. And you were about to do it again; that's why we're here.
Roger: No, this is crazy. You got the wrong guy. I-I sell cars, for God's sake! I'd never hurt anyone in my life � definitely not a woman!
Dexter: ... Why can't I do that?
Roger: Do what?
Dexter: Lie like that! I thought I was good, but you? It's ... mwah.
Roger: I don't lie!
Dexter: Okay, that one was weak.
Roger: Kay, look. Pick any car on the lot. It's yours. T-bird, town car, you name it. Y-yours. Free. I'll call it in right now.
Dexter: Lots closed.
Roger: I'll have them open it up. I'm the manager. They do what I say.
Dexter: The manager's name is Rick Buxton!
Roger: Well, yeah, but I've been there longer than he has.
Dexter: You've been there three months!
Roger: At the other lot.
Dexter: Ha, ha! It's like watching someone ski moguls. You just hop from one lie to the next. No shame, no embarassment. You just don't give a shit. That's the key, right? Not to care about anyone or anything.
Roger: I care. I care a lot.
Dexter: No, it was a compliment. I don't care either.
Roger: Yes, you do. Like about your wife.
Dexter: Not married.
Roger: Girlfriend, then. Saw it the minute you walked on the lot.
Dexter: What did you see? Tell me.
Roger: Look, most guys your age, they'd beeline right for the horse power, or something. Flashy, sexy. But you. You're there all alone, no one there to nag you, and you don't even glance at the coups. The only thing you look at is the mini-van. Like you can see her in the passenger's seat, and the kids in the back.
Dexter: Leave the kids out.
Roger: See? You're lying to yourself if you think you don't care.
Dexter: She's just a companion, really. Started that way, anyway. Someone who ... looks good. Normal.
Roger: They worm their way in.
Dexter: Yeah, they do. And they shut you out.
Roger: ... That's what this is about? That she shut you out? Oh! Man, okay, I get it. I've been there. But you can't let her get to you like this, 'cause � 'cause they're all the same! Fucking bitches! You do everything for them, and then they fuck you! She's not worth it, all right? You're better off without that cunt!
Dexter: [enraged] Don't ...
[Dexter slams his knife into Roger's chest]
Dexter: ... talk that way about my girlfriend!
Dexter: Looks different under plastic, but you spent an evening here with Anne Cowen. You took her last breath from her right over there, you remember?
Roger: No. Y-you're wrong. I wouldn't!
Dexter: No, you would. And you did. And you were about to do it again; that's why we're here.
Roger: No, this is crazy. You got the wrong guy. I-I sell cars, for God's sake! I'd never hurt anyone in my life � definitely not a woman!
Dexter: ... Why can't I do that?
Roger: Do what?
Dexter: Lie like that! I thought I was good, but you? It's ... mwah.
Roger: I don't lie!
Dexter: Okay, that one was weak.
Roger: Kay, look. Pick any car on the lot. It's yours. T-bird, town car, you name it. Y-yours. Free. I'll call it in right now.
Dexter: Lots closed.
Roger: I'll have them open it up. I'm the manager. They do what I say.
Dexter: The manager's name is Rick Buxton!
Roger: Well, yeah, but I've been there longer than he has.
Dexter: You've been there three months!
Roger: At the other lot.
Dexter: Ha, ha! It's like watching someone ski moguls. You just hop from one lie to the next. No shame, no embarassment. You just don't give a shit. That's the key, right? Not to care about anyone or anything.
Roger: I care. I care a lot.
Dexter: No, it was a compliment. I don't care either.
Roger: Yes, you do. Like about your wife.
Dexter: Not married.
Roger: Girlfriend, then. Saw it the minute you walked on the lot.
Dexter: What did you see? Tell me.
Roger: Look, most guys your age, they'd beeline right for the horse power, or something. Flashy, sexy. But you. You're there all alone, no one there to nag you, and you don't even glance at the coups. The only thing you look at is the mini-van. Like you can see her in the passenger's seat, and the kids in the back.
Dexter: Leave the kids out.
Roger: See? You're lying to yourself if you think you don't care.
Dexter: She's just a companion, really. Started that way, anyway. Someone who ... looks good. Normal.
Roger: They worm their way in.
Dexter: Yeah, they do. And they shut you out.
Roger: ... That's what this is about? That she shut you out? Oh! Man, okay, I get it. I've been there. But you can't let her get to you like this, 'cause � 'cause they're all the same! Fucking bitches! You do everything for them, and then they fuck you! She's not worth it, all right? You're better off without that cunt!
Dexter: [enraged] Don't ...
[Dexter slams his knife into Roger's chest]
Dexter: ... talk that way about my girlfriend!
Vince Masuka: All those times he called me lab geek, fairywinkle, donkey fluffer. I'm just glad I took it lying down, you know?
Woman: Uh oh. Roger's got you in the box. Once you're in the box, you don't leave without a deal.
Dexter: ... Uh oh.
Woman: Don't worry, you're safe with Roger. He's the best. I'm just dropping off this "thank you" note.
Dexter: I was just leaving.
Woman: He sent you across the street, didn't he?
Dexter: Cross the street?
Woman: It's okay, he told me not to tell anyone either. Yeah, I don't know how he makes a living sending his commissions to other dealers.
Dexter: Maybe he has ulterior motives.
Woman: Or maybe he knows I can't afford his price.
Dexter: After he ran a credit check?
Woman: TRW doesn't lie.
Dexter: So, you're single?
Woman: [awkwardly] Yeah.
Dexter: Makes it tougher to afford those big ticket items like cars and houses. You rent an apartment?
Woman: A house. Yeah, I hate sharing walls. You can hear everything.
Dexter: Tell me about it. No pets, though, right?
Woman: Is this a come on? 'Cause it's a little weird.
Dexter: Must be why I'm still single.
Dexter: ... Uh oh.
Woman: Don't worry, you're safe with Roger. He's the best. I'm just dropping off this "thank you" note.
Dexter: I was just leaving.
Woman: He sent you across the street, didn't he?
Dexter: Cross the street?
Woman: It's okay, he told me not to tell anyone either. Yeah, I don't know how he makes a living sending his commissions to other dealers.
Dexter: Maybe he has ulterior motives.
Woman: Or maybe he knows I can't afford his price.
Dexter: After he ran a credit check?
Woman: TRW doesn't lie.
Dexter: So, you're single?
Woman: [awkwardly] Yeah.
Dexter: Makes it tougher to afford those big ticket items like cars and houses. You rent an apartment?
Woman: A house. Yeah, I hate sharing walls. You can hear everything.
Dexter: Tell me about it. No pets, though, right?
Woman: Is this a come on? 'Cause it's a little weird.
Dexter: Must be why I'm still single.
[About a dead body]
Angel: First she's a messenger �
Doakes: Now she's a god damn message.
Angel: First she's a messenger �
Doakes: Now she's a god damn message.
[Angel knocks on a door]
Angel: Miami Metro. May we talk to you?
Woman: Go to Hell!
Angel: Okay. But, before we do that, ma'am, can I ask you a few questions?
Woman: How many is a few?
Debra: Uh, three. But one's a two-parter.
Woman: Go away before I call the police!
Debra: We are the fucking police!
Woman: I ain't talking to no one with language like that!
Angel: Let's look at the bright side.
Debra: What bright side?
Angel: Karmically, we're batting a thousand. There's something balancing about that kind of consistency.
Angel: Miami Metro. May we talk to you?
Woman: Go to Hell!
Angel: Okay. But, before we do that, ma'am, can I ask you a few questions?
Woman: How many is a few?
Debra: Uh, three. But one's a two-parter.
Woman: Go away before I call the police!
Debra: We are the fucking police!
Woman: I ain't talking to no one with language like that!
Angel: Let's look at the bright side.
Debra: What bright side?
Angel: Karmically, we're batting a thousand. There's something balancing about that kind of consistency.