Vince: We're cool, right?
Dexter: Yeah. No one needs to know.
Vince: Oh, thank God. I was ready to blow you.

Debra: You're gonna sleep in the bedroom.
Dexter: I'm not gonna put you out.
Debra: Yes, you are. I'm sleeping out here.
Dexter: Deb, that's ridiculous.
Debra: This isn't a fucking pajama party, Dex, okay? You're gonna take my bedroom, and I'm gonna sleep out here on the couch.
Dexter: Between me and the front door?
Debra: I will be by the door.
Dexter: You've really thought this through.
Debra: Yeah, well, I found this website - "How to cure a serial killer in ten easy steps," and this is the first step.
Dexter: You'll have to print me out a copy.
Debra: I'm figuring this out as I go along, Dexter. But if we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it all the way. We're gonna eat together, we're gonna watch TV together, we're gonna drive to fucking work together.
Dexter: Hope you got a big shower.

Nadia: You're a lifesaver. Not all cops are so nice to strippers.
Quinn: To tell you the truth, I was hoping you had something more for me.
Nadia: More for you?
Quinn: About the murders.
Nadia: What? You think this is just some ploy so I can get you alone and spill my guts? Look, I told you everything that I knew. My car really did break down. Sorry. If you want, I could pay you for the gas.
Quinn: Stop it. It's fine. It's the least I can do after all I'm costing you in tips.
Nadia: You'll have to do a lot more than give me a lift to make up for that. This is it. On the left.
Quinn: What'd you have in mind as far as compensation?
Nadia: I don't know. Use your imagination.
Quinn: Well, you're gonna have to give me a hint. I'm very unimaginative.
Nadia: Okay. George says the problem with my car could be the transmission.
Quinn: Mm-hmm.
Nadia: It means it's going to be in the shop for at least a few days.
Quinn: Yeah.
Nadia: Well, maybe you could pick up the bill. I'd really appreciate it.