Debra: Just like every other tweaker-hooker case.
Dexter: Except the tattoo peeled off her shoulder.
Debra: Coroner says not a tattoo. [waves folder back and forth like a pendulum] You're getting interested.
Dexter: Actually, I'm getting sleepy.

Debra: Shit a brick and fuck me with it, you're never going to believe who this truck is registered to.

Debra: Skinner's had him for 24 hours. How long do you think he can hold out?
Dexter: Well, the M.E.'s report on the other victims suggests that the Skinner starts slow, probably to build fear. Anton's a big guy, lot of skin. [Debra looking horrified] ... That's meant to be comforting.

Debra: So he's 20 years older than me, what do you care?
Dexter: I don't. [pause] I mean, [sits down, leans close] I'm sure you wouldn't do anything like that.
Debra: What are you talking about, do anything like what?
Dexter: Like, try to sleep your way to the top.
Debra: You douche! That is so not true!
Dexter: Of course not, I shouldn't have even said anything, and I'm sure that thought would never even occur to anybody else.
Debra: Double-douche! You are not allowed to talk about anyone I date as long as you're seeing Little Miss "Pardon My Tits". I'm sorry, Dex, but she is gross. And pale, and nobody is pale in Miami. She is obviously a vampire. A gross, English, titty vampire.
Dexter: You just described the perfect woman.
Debra: [disgusted]

Debra: So I go through every fucking photo of every fucking crime scene, and guess what I found.
Quinn: Trimmed trees?
Debra: No, I didn't find shit. But, when I looked at the homes of the victims, mother fucking trimmed trees!

Debra: So, how'd your social appointment go last night?
Lundy: Oh. You know.
Debra: I took your advice.
Lundy: My advice?
Debra: Go out. Have some fun. Got laid. Big time.
Lundy: Oh. Well.
Debra: Oh. I mean, I don't usually go out to the gym and pick up strangers.
Lundy: The gym? [laughs]
Debra: Really, you have to save me here, or I'm gonna go outside and shoot myself.
Lundy: And the way you're going, you'd probably miss.
Debra: ... Thanks.
Lundy: My date was horrible. I picked her up, and I don't know Miami, of course, and I got completely lost, and she was chattering away the whole time about this Yogi master I just have to meet so by the time we even got to the restaurant I was tearing my hair out.
Debra: Oh, God. I'm sorry.
Lundy: No, it was good. It was a reminder that, uh, I shouldn't be dating.
Debra: 'Course you should be.
Lundy: No. It all comes down to simple mathematics. A really beautiful relationship is a once in a lifetime thing. And I've already had mine.

Debra: The guy's missing body parts because of this Ice-Truck Killer asshole, and he's still hitting on me!
Doakes' Mother: That's because men only think with one body part, and that one was not cut off.

Debra: They all say the same thing, "King was a very polite gardener, can't believe he's the Skinner."
Quinn: I hate polite killers.

Debra: Ugh me in a dress � I feel like a transvestite.

Debra: Watching ice melt. This is fun.
Vince Masuka: Stand a little closer, Morgan, and I'll melt your heart.
Angel Batista: I think he's got a crush on you, Dex!
Dexter: Huh?
Vince Masuka: Yo, I was talking to Morgan the sister. Vince Masuka only swings one way.
Debra: Yeah, from vine to vine
Maria LaGuerta: Enough! Glad to see the sexual harassment seminar really paid off.

Debra: Watching these DVDs, watching it actually happen, is way worse than any fucking crime scene. What these women went through... I don't know. Maybe it's a fucking blessing that they're dead. No one could go through something like this and have a life again.
Dexter: [Long pause] People may be stronger than you think.
Debra: Believe me on this one, you're wrong. There's no coming back from something like this.
[Jordan Chase is submitting to a DNA test]

Debra: What in the mother of fuck went on in here?
Masuka: I know exactly what happened. Two words: autoerotic mummification. See, Mr. Plastic Man shot Captain Bloody Underpants while Underpants was in the choke.

Debra: What the fuck, Dex?
Dexter: What which fuck?

Debra: What you said in there, do you really believe that? Do you really believe in nothing?
Dexter: Well, I suppose I believe in a certain set of principles.
Debra: What kind of principles?
Dexter: Well, a set of rules on how to conduct myself in the world so I don't get into trouble.

Debra: What's it gonna be tonight? Chinese? Italian?
Lundy: Actually, I have a social appointment.
Debra: You mean, like, a date?
Lundy: I guess you could call it that.
Debra: Wow. Look at you. New in town, and already hooking up.
Lundy: It's an introduction arranged by a friend. One needs to get out and have a little fun on occasion. It's something I strongly recommend for you as well.
Debra: Yeah, but the hours we work ...
Lundy: I'm serious. Make time for it. It'll help keep you better balanced.
Debra: Yes, sir.