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Dexter

Laguerta: Where is Masuka?
Deb: He's probably in Mexio, taking in a donkey show tour.

So far, I'm starting to think I fucked around more than my old man did.

If you smell me again, I'll punch you in the throat.

Deb [to Masuka]

Deb: What is this, Extreme Makeover: Forensics Division?

When things are going good, that's God's way of saying to cover your ass. 'Cause it's about to get bit. Hard.

Vince: The coroner can suck my uncircumcised dick if he doesn't rule this a homicide.
Vince: Way TMI, Masuka.

Masuka: (about his article) No biggie, I've been published before.
Deb: "Dear Penthouse" doesn't count.
Masuka: Hey, that letter was famous.

Deb: The wedding band has to match the engagement ring, so what does that look like?
Dexter: She said she didn't want one.
Deb: Oh my god, you just get dumber every day! How do you survive in this world? Of course she wants one!
Dexter: How am I supposed to know that?
Deb: You are such a Y-chromosome cliché! Just buy her a beautiful, romantic, 'I love you with all of my heart' fucking engagement ring. And Dex, size matters!

Deb: (excitedly) A baby? a motherfucking rolly-poly, chubby cheeked shit machine? Are you kidding me?
Dexter: I've never heard it described in quite those words before, but yeah.

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