LaGuerta: Do you have any back-up?
Doakes: Oh, yeah. All kinds of back-up. Helicopters and shit.

LaGuerta: New car?
Dexter: Yeah.
LaGuerta: You get married?
Dexter: Not that I know of.

LaGuerta: Now, James, you should do whatever you can to get on Lundy's task force. It's a career maker.
Angel: Hey. Just visualise that door of opportunity just opening up wide for you, and just ... walk right through it.
Doakes: Angel, you keep up with this woo-woo shit, I'ma walk right through you.

LaGuerta: What are you saying?
Doakes: I'm saying � asshole special ops. No doubt about it.
Dexter: Huh. They're generally known for settling their arguments peacefully.
Doakes: Don't get smug with me.
LaGuerta: Sounds like we're in your world, James.
Doakes: Yeah, I'll take lead on this one.

Lila: [to Dexter, after a bout of semi-rough sex] I guess we found a way to quiet the voices in your head.

Lila: Are you gonna tell me how you're doing?
Dexter: I'm fine.
Lila: C'mon, Dex. Open up.
Dexter: I'm very fine?

Lila: Do you like the heat?
Dexter: Um, not really. I'm partial to air conditioning.
Lila: Ah, I love it. Makes me feel like the whole world could explode at any moment.
Dexter: That's a pleasant thought.

Lila: I think you should give me another chance.
Dexter: There's nothing you can do to help me. It's not even you. It's me. I am who I am, and nobody's gonna change that.
Lila: Whatever you think you are � you don't have to be that.
Dexter: That's where you're wrong.
Lila: Stop judging yourself! There are no absolutes. No one's all good, or evil.
Dexter: You're just gonna have to trust me on this.
Lila: Jesus, Dexter, what are you so fucking scared of!? You make yourself into a monster so you no longer bear responsibility for what you do! "Ah, I can't help it, I'm a monster," or, "Of course I was gonna do that � I'm a monster." It's sad! And it's pathetic! And it breaks my heart.
Dexter: You don't think there are monsters in this world? You don't believe that people are evil?
[Lila shakes her head]
Dexter: I'll show you evil.

Lila: So tell me. Exactly how full of shit are you?
Dexter: I'm not full of anything.
Lila: It was a nice performance in there. Where did you download it from? Addict.com?
Dexter: I have no reason to lie.
Lila: Sure you do. We all do.
Dexter: You thought I was lying?
Lila: I dunno, Bob.
Dexter: Well, it is anonymous.
Lila: Everyone in that room has heard, or lived, far worse than anything you've ever done.
Dexter: I doubt it.
Lila: Oh! So you're Super Junkie.
Dexter: I don't mean to imply that what you've been through hasn't been difficult.
Lila: But there's no way that I could know what you've experienced, right? I couldn't possibly feel that need. Like a thousand hiding voices whispering "this is who you are". And you fight the pressure. The growing need rising like a wave. Prickling and teasing and prodding to be fed. But the whispering gets louder, until they're screaming "now!" And it's the only voice you hear. The only voice you want to hear. And you belong to it. To this ... shadow self. To this ...
Dexter: Dark Passenger.
Lila: Yes. The Dark Passenger.

Lila: So, if you're perfectly clean, why'd you call?
Dexter: I'm under a lot of ... pressure. At work. I was hoping you could maybe give me some quick tips on how to deal with the urges.
Lila: [amused] There are no quick tips.
Dexter: Oh. I see.

Lila: So, tell me. Why do you use?
Dexter: ... Why? I dunno, it's just part of who I am.
Lila: And who are you?
Dexter: I'm, uh ... a bad person.
Lila: Haha. You haven't got the first idea who you are, have you? Dexter, meet Dexter. I'm gonna help the two of you get to know each other.
Dexter: Doesn't really seem necessary.
Lila: The first step to recovery is getting to know who you are.
Dexter: I thought the first step was admitting you have a problem.
Lila: And before you can accept who you are, you have to know who you are. So that's our first job. You're going to tell me all your deepest, darkest secrets.

Lila: What do you think I wanted?
Dexter: To know what it's like. To feel something that deeply. Anything. That's why you hang out in recovery groups. You're emotionally colorblind. You use the right words, you pantomime the right behavior, but the feelings never come to pass.
Lila: It's not true.
Dexter: It is, Lila. You know the dictionary definition of emotions. Longing, joy, sorrow. But you have no idea what any of those things actually feel like.

Lila: What's going on inside your head? What are you thinking?
Dexter: I'm afraid we're done � you and I.
Lila: Serious? You're breaking up with me?
Dexter: Actually, I don't think I wanna answer any more questions.

Lila: Where did you drift off to, anyway?
Dexter: I was having this bizarre dream about my mother.
Lila: Say no more. Oedipus complex, explains a lot.

Lila: Who put you in there?
Doakes: A fucking psycho. And he could be back any minute. Grab that key, right behind you on the wall.
Lila: Who is he?
Doakes: His name is Dexter Morgan. I need you to open this gate.
Lila: Why would he do that, put you in there?
Doakes: Because I found out that he's the fucking Bay Harbor Butcher! Please, just open this fucking gate!
Lila: He's the Butcher ...?
Doakes: This is what I've been trying to tell you.
Lila: What's in there?
Doakes: Exactly what you think it is. It's evidence. And I saw what happened. I really need to get out this cage, lady.
Lila: Poor thing, all alone ...
Doakes: I'm okay. Just open the gate.
Lila: Not you, Dexter. Hiding such an enormous secret ... what burden that's got to be. No wonder he was so shut down.
Doakes: What are you? His accomplice?
Lila: His soulmate.