Dexter: I dream. I dream I'm floating on the surface of my own life, watching it unfold, observing it. I'm the outsider looking in. Look at them. They can laugh and play, it comes so easily for them. Even though I'm not one of them, even though sometimes I can really be a monster. Today, I'm just... a sea monster.
Debra: Why is it we never talk brother/sister stuff?
Dexter: Our dad was a cop, you're a cop, I work for the cops. For us this is brother/sister stuff.
Dexter: I see their pain. On some level I even understand their pain, I just can't feel their pain.
Dexter: Our boss, Lt. LaGuerta. In keeping with her total sense of entitlement, she has this attraction to me. And I thought I was creepy.
Angel: What crawled up his ass?
Debra: He hates lab rats.
Angel: Well here's a headline, it's lab rats that make us cops look good.
Dexter: Another beautiful Miami day. Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers.
LaGuerta: Why go to all this trouble? What's this sick son of a bitch trying to tell us?
Dexter: (voiceover) Not us. Me. My freezer, the painted doll's fingernails. I think he's trying to impress me. And it's working.
Dexter: Ice Truck Killer returns, dead undercover cop. It's a typical day in the neighborhood.
Dexter: Men like Matt Chamberes know how to pull on the invisible mask of sympathy. Even empathy. And otherwise right-thinking people don't stand a chance. Not Guilty. Matt Chambers may have found a way to beat the system, but so have I.
Dexter: My father taught me one thing above all others: to be sure.
Dexter: If God is in the details, and if I believed in God, then He's in this room with me. I just wish He'd brought an extension cord.
Dexter: Seems like a nice guy.
Rita: They could barely keep their hands of each other.
Dexter: (voiceover) I can kill a man, dismember his body, and be home in time for Letterman. But knowing what to say when my girlfriend's feeling insecure... I'm totally lost.
Debra: Why the different nail polishes? What the hell's this guy thinking?
Dexter: (voiceover) He's thinking, "Tag, Dexter you're it."
Dexter: My sister puts up a front so the world won't see how vulnerable she is. Me, I put a front so the world won't see how vulnerable I'm not. I don't care who these fingertips belong to, only what my new friend out there is trying to say.
Debra: I just wish I could get into a healthy relationship like you and Rita. Without the drama and tension and the uncertainty.
Dexter: Yeah, I'm a lucky guy.
Matt Chambers: All right. Okay, okay, it--it was me, only it wasn't me, it was the booze. It takes me over.
Dexter: That's a point of view to which I'm not entirely unsympathetic. Neither you nor I is in complete control of our destinies. Although, at the moment, it would seem I have the upper hand.
Matt Chambers: I'm sorry--really, I'm so sorry.
Dexter: You've done this too many times to be sorry.
Dexter: He came back and left nothing behind but a message. "Come find me." And I will. There are no secrets in life. Just hidden truths that lie beneath the surface.