November 2, 2009 | 0 Comments
Laguerta: Take care of personal stuff, Dexter. Take very good care.
Laguerta: Take care of personal stuff, Dexter. Take very good care.
Rita: A bread maker? Dexter: We’re always running out of bread. Rita: We’re always running out of milk, too. Did you get me a cow, too?
Rita: When he does talk to me, it’s all lies, all the time. Dexter: Not… all the time.
Laguerta: You hate sitting behind a desk. Angel: But I love being with you.
Dexter: How do you know so much about hammers? Vince: Not a tool I haven’t played with, my friend.
Dexter: Camouflage is nature’s craftiest trick.
Rita: I need a partner, Dexter. Someone I can trust. Unless you can be completely honest with me, I don’t want to do this anymore.
Dexter: Trinity is a husband… a father. He’s… like me.
Rita: The most disturbing thing about you lying is that I’m beginning to see how good you are at it.
Deb: You can’t even see our blood. It’s like it never happened.