Debra: You get these hunches, you know, with these types of murders.
Dexter: Only sometimes.
Debra: Well, see if you get one this time. And can I bounce some ideas off of you later? I always get smarter when I’m talking to you.
Dexter: You just need a little more confidence. All right, I’ll take a look. In the meantime, avoid LaGuerta and talk to Captain Matthews. He and dad were tight. Maybe he’ll put you on the case.
Debra: You’re making me smarter already, see?
Dexter: And keep the sex suit on when you talk to the Captain. It’ll help your cause.

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I’m Dexter and I’m not sure what I am. I just know there is something dark in me. I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it. But it’s there, always. This Dark Passenger; and when he’s driving, I feel alive, half-sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don’t fight him. I don’t want to. He’s all I got. Nothing else could love me. Not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else, someone. It’s like, the mask is slipping. And things, people, who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.

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cherhorowitz:

 #she’s the reason why anyone still watches dexter anymore

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I think he treats me like shit.

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Let it go.

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