Dexter: (voiceover) Not long ago I had a dream that people could see me for what I am, and for a brief instant in time the world actually saw my bodies of work. Some even cheered. But as it turns out, nobody mourns the wicked. Sorry James. I think Harry knew that from the start. That's why he gave me a code. It cost him his life, but it kept me alive through incredible trials. The code is mine now, and mine alone. So too are the relationships I cultivate. They're not just disguises anymore. I need them, even if they make me vulnerable. My father might not approve, but I'm no longer his disciple. I'm a master now, an idea transcended into life. And so this is my new path, which is a lot like the old one, only mine. To stay on that path, I need to work harder, explore new rituals, evolve. Am I evil? Am I good? I'm done asking those questions. I don't have the answers. Does anyone?

Deb: How can you be so fuckin' relaxed?
Dexter: I'm good at compartmentalization.
Deb: You're a little weird, Dex.
Dexter: That's not gonna change. I'm gonna be this way forever.

Angel: I spent two hours saying, "No, I did not rape Lila Tournay. She's batshit, nuts, wacko." I started to run out of adjectives.
Deb: Well, I got a few you can use.

Lila: I can't wait to go away with you, Dexter. I can't wait.
Dexter: (voiceover) You're going away with me, alright. In a garbage bag.

Masuka: Hey, are you free?
Dexter: Vince, you have no idea.

(after they have sex)
Rita: That was unexpected.
Dexter: Yeah, I wound up with some unexpected time on my hands. (voiceover) Like twenty years to life.

Dexter: (voiceover) Sleep. What a concept! I can't believe I actually contemplated turning myself in. This is so much better than a prison cell. I can squeeze fresh orange juice, savor a fine French roast, grab a morning workout. Ok, working out I could have done in prison, but still. I'm free.

Sheriff: The search is on hold right now until they sort out the confusion.
Dexter: Confusion, huh?
Sheriff: Yeah, it's a real mess. Take a right at the fork, park outside the line of fire trucks.
Dexter: (to himself) Confusion requires fire trucks?

Masuka: We already know what we need to know. Doakes was a suicidal maniac.
Dexter: I believe the term is homicidal maniac. Not that I'm judging.

Lila: What do you think I wanted?
Dexter: To know what it's like to feel something that deeply. Anything. That's why you hang out in recovery groups. You're emotionally colorblind. You use the right words, you pantomime the right behavior, but the feelings never come to pass.
Lila: It's not true.
Dexter: It is, Lila. You know the dictionary definition of emotions: longing, joy, sorrow. But you have no idea what any of those things actually feel like.
Lila: You're wrong. I have feelings for you.
Dexter: You want to have feelings for me, but they're just impulses.
Lila: Enough!
Dexter: They're primitive responses to immediate needs. You know all the words, but you can't hear the music.
Lila: Stop it. Don't do this. Don't do this.
Dexter: Lila. I'm just like you.

Episode Title: The British Invasion

The British Invasion was a music period in the 1960s when British bands became mainstream in the United States.