Dexter: I have to get to Jiminez, but a dead man tells no tales. A drunk, unstable woman very well may.

Dexter: I never really got the whole superhero thing. But lately, it does seem we have a lot in common � tragic beginnings ... secret identities ... part human, part mutant ... [looking over at Doakes] archenemies.

Dexter: I 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.

Dexter: I will not kill my sister. I will not kill my sister. I will not kill my sister.

Dexter: I'm Dexter, and I'm not sure what I am.
Everyone: Hi, Dexter.
Dexter: I just know there's something dark in me. I hide it. Certainly don't talk about it. But it's there. Always. This ... Dark Passenger. How when he's driving, I feel ... alive. Half-sick with the thrill, complete wrongness. I don't fight him. I don't want to. He's all I've got. Nothing else could love me, not even ... especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because, lately, there are these moments that I feel connected to something else. Someone. It's like ... the mask is slipping, and things, people, that never mattered before, are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.

Dexter: I'm drifting. I finally get a chance to kill and I can't do it. I get a second chance and he gets away. And now all my secrets are floating to the surface. Where is the orderly controlled effective Dexter? Where did I lose him? How do I find him again? I'm drifting. But not to sleep.

Dexter: I'm on edge. Thirty-eight days, sixteen hours, and twelve minutes have passed since I killed my brother. In that entire time, I haven't had a single night to myself. Sergeant Doakes makes sure of that. He follows me everywhere now. A human bloodhound incited by the scent of darkness. My best hope of losing him is to act relentlessly normal. Dull. So I bowl. What's really disturbing is that I'm good at it.

Dexter: I'm sure Special Ops taught you to rattle your captor, but I should warn you, Sergeant. You can't play on my feelings. I don't have any.
Doakes: Oh, really. Who's lying now?

Dexter: If I do this, I need a day to get my affairs in order.
Doakes: That's fine. Tie me up, throw me in the trunk, come on, let's go.

Dexter: In the long run it would be easier on Deb. Rita. Better than watching me dragged in like an animal. Which, let's face it, will happen. Some day.

Dexter: Is that what a sponsor does on their first meeting?
Lila: I dunno. I've never sponsored anyone before.
Dexter: Really.

Dexter: It's an odd sensation to be experiencing what might be called "hope" for the first time in my life. At the same time, I find myself weighing the benefits between electrocution versus lethal injection. But here I am.

Dexter: It's one thing to fuck with me another to fuck with [pauses] my ex-girlfriend who hates me. The Lila experiment is officially over.

Dexter: Little Chino,shit. He is officially the highest point in all of Florida.

Dexter: Maybe I took pity on him. Yeah, he's a killer, but he also bumps into walls.