Dexter: With a witness, Little Chino will never reach my "cutting court room".

Dexter: You do realize that I work with the police department.
Lila: If we get caught, you can flash your badge.
Dexter: I don't have a badge � I have a laminate.

Dexter: You've been benched?
Debra: Yeah, LaGuerta's just jealous that the Ice Truck Killer fucked me instead of her.
Dexter: Wow... You're chipper

Doakes: Any idea who the FBI's sending?
Angel: Some guy named Lundy.
Doakes: Frank Lundy? He's a rock star. The Green River Killer; the DC Sniper; the case was impossible � he broke it.

Doakes: Excuse me, sir, do you have a minute?
Lundy: Or three. Good tea takes time.

Doakes: I knew there was something wrong with you. The secrets, the sneaking around. Now it all makes sense. Lot of cops have been where you are. The booze, the drugs. Makes the job go down easier. Stay clean, and stay out of my way, and we won't have a problem.
[Doakes starts leaving]
Doakes: Oh, and you owe me a new Michelin, you motherfucker.

Doakes: Jesus Christ, Morgan. Jesus fucking Christ. You're the Bay Harbor Butcher.
Dexter: I really hate that name.

Doakes: Shut the fuck up. Let's get this over with. [tosses handcuffs] Put 'em on.
[Dexter hesitates]
Doakes: Morgan, you're done. Give it up.
Dexter: Would you, in my position?
Doakes: I wouldn't be in your position, you sick fuck.
Dexter: You sure about that? You might want to check with Lundy.

Doakes: So, titty site?
Dexter: Oops. You caught me.
Doakes: Bullshit. What were you really doing in here?
Dexter: [pointing to the laptop screen] The tits are right there.
Doakes: Yeah. But in ten years, you've never rented a single porn title.

Doakes: What does that girlfriend of yours see in a freak show like you anyway?
Dexter: You'll have to ask her.
Doakes: Maybe I will.

Doakes: You finally decided to fight back. I've been waiting.
Dexter: I hope you don't expect me to comment on that so you can record it on your hidden tape recorder. I wasn't born yesterday.
Doakes: You might have been, for hell I know. Your past is a bigger mystery than fucking Jimmy Hoffa. I tried every avenue, legal and otherwise, but there ain't no paper trail on the early years of Dexter Morgan.
Dexter: I guess there's no recorder running after all.
Doakes: No, man. Unlike you, I do everything out in the open.
Dexter: Well, in that case, sergeant, let me put this in the open for you. No matter what you try, no matter when, no matter how hard you work, I always be a step ahead of you for one simple reason.
Doakes: And what's that?
Dexter: I own you.

Doakes: You got it wrong, man. I left her.
Curtis: And why was that?
Doakes: Because I was afraid that if I didn't, I'd kill her.

Doakes: You're not gonna do what I think you are.
Dexter: There's no point in hiding it now, Sergeant. Your life is going to rest in the hands of the criminal justice system you put all your faith in. I wish you the best of luck.

Frank Lundy: What exactly is Sergeant Doakes' problem with you, Morgan?
Dexter: [voiceover] I kill people, for one.

Gail: And I see a young man who is not eating.
Cody: I'm not hungry.
Astor: He's scared the Butcher's gonna get him.
Dexter: Remember, he only gets bad people.
Cody: I was bad today. I threw a ball at Tommy Albertez.
Dexter: Well, that's not too bad. And even if it was, the Bay Harbor Butcher doesn't hurt kids.
Cody: He doesn't?
Dexter: Nah. You're safe.
Rita: When are they gonna hurry up and catch this guy?
Dexter: They're working as hard as they can.
Gail: Well, if what I've heard is true, that he only goes after criminals, I say leave him alone. He's got my seal of approval.
Dexter: [thoughts] Perhaps I have misjudged you, oh wise one.