Deb: If Dad taught us one thing, it's the value of human life.
Dexter: (voiceover) Yeah, but I think we had different homework assignments.
Deb: Sweet Mary mother of fuck that's good.
Dexter: I think you might have broken a commandment somewhere in there.
Dexter: (voiceover) Most people hate long lines. The bank, grocery store, coffee bar. Not me. Want a real glimpse of human nature? Stand in the way of someone's mocha latte. It also reminds me that the good people of Miami and I aren't so different. They have no more idea of what I am than I do.
Dexter: (voiceover) Harry taught me to lie and keep my darkest secrets from those around me, which is why I need to make sure there's not a trace of blood left on my boat. He also taught me not to rush to judgment. Things aren't always what they appear to be, including Harry. And what about me? Am I the twisted Bay Harbor Butcher or the valiant Dark Defender? Only time will tell. Funny thing is I've met someone who doesn't care what I am. I suppose every hero needs a sidekick, every villain a partner in crime. All my relationships have been built on not knowing, but that may be changing. Imagine that. A life with no more secrets.
Lila: So what about what you're going to say to this guy when you get there?
Dexter: I'm sure I'll think of something.
Lila: Why don't you practice on me.
Dexter: I'd rather not.
Lila: Just try. Out loud.
Dexter: I feel like ... he stole my life.
Dexter: I'm not the person I'm suppose to be. It's like I'm hollow.
Lila: That's good. Go on.
Dexter: I hide in plain sight, unable to reach out to people close to me, afraid I'll hurt them ... like I've hurt so many others. This is what he made me become.
Dexter: See you tonight?
Debra: Think I'm staying at Gabriel's.
Dexter: Thought you were taking it slow.
Debra: We are. No sex, just cuddling.
Dexter: My little sister, the cuddler.