Dexter Morgan Quotes
Dexter Morgan: Oh, hi.
Debra Morgan: Hi.
Dexter Morgan: Oh, Masuka was looking for you. Something about drinks at the Bel Canto.
Debra Morgan: Yeah, I told him I had a yeast infection.
Dexter Morgan: A bit of an overshare.
Dexter Morgan: Why don't you kids go wait in my car? I want to talk to your mom for a sec.
Astor: Are you gonna make out?
Dexter Morgan: None of your business.
Dexter Morgan: That leaves only one set of footprints unaccounted for, the killers. This shows everywhere he went in the room. The question is: Why?
Lt. Maria Laguerta: Wait, hold on. Am I missing something? Where are the victim's footprints?
Dexter Morgan: Give that lady a lollipop!
Debra Morgan: Dexter, heads up. Bad in there.
Dexter Morgan: Ok.
Debra Morgan: I'm serious!
Dexter Morgan: Ok.
Sergeant Doakes: She's not kidding. It's your wet dream in there.
Dexter Morgan: Okay...
Blood never lies.
Thank God for showers. Private time to think. Harder to come by now that I'm in a real relationship.
I built my life on Harry's code. I lived by it. But Harry lied. Why would he do that? What else don't I know? My concrete foundation is turning to shifting sand. Maybe Rudy was right. You never can truly know anyone.
Nothing like some Little Debbies and a worthy new adversary to clear my head.
I can't kill Dr. Meridien yet. I still need another therapy session.
For weeks, I've felt like a student in a master class. Is it really possible that the master's on the run? And even more tragic, does he live in a double-wide?
The FBI estimates that there are less than 50 serial killers active in the United States today. We don't get together at conventions, share trade secrets, or exchange Christmas cards...But sometimes I wonder what it's like for the others. The only sound I hear, the only sound in the entire world....is my heart beating.
Dexter Morgan: I'm a lot like you, you know?
Jeremy Downs: Yeah, right. You're a killer?
Dexter Morgan: I'm empty... but I found a way to make it feel less bottomless.
Jeremy Downs: How?
Dexter Morgan: Pretend. You pretend the feelings are there, for the world and for the people around you. Who knows, maybe one day they will be.
