October 10, 2008 | 0 Comments
Dexter Morgan: No blood. No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood; no blood at all. Why hadn’t I thought of that? No blood. What a beautiful…
Dexter Morgan: No blood. No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood; no blood at all. Why hadn’t I thought of that? No blood. What a beautiful…
Records Supervisor: You have a morbid sense of fun. Dexter Morgan: That’s probably true…
Sergeant Doakes: You give me the fucking creeps, you know that Dexter? Dexter Morgan: Yeah, I know, sorry about that.
Dexter Morgan: Harry and Dorris Morgan did a wonderful job raising me. But they’re both dead now. I didn’t kill them. Honest.
Dexter Morgan: Blood. Sometimes it sets my teeth on edge, other times it helps me control the chaos
Lt. Maria Laguerta: So then he must have already had the head with him in the front seat. Huh, that’s weird. Why would he keep it there?…
Dexter Morgan: The only real question I have is why in a building full of cops, all supposedly with a keen insight to the human soul, is…
Dexter Morgan: I think this is a friendly message like, “Hey! wanna play?” and yes I wanna play. I really really do.