Where am I?
Looks different under plastic, but you spent an evening here with Anne Cowen. You took her last breath from her right over there, you remember?
No. Y-you're wrong. I wouldn't!
No, you would. And you did. And you were about to do it again; that's why we're here.
No, this is crazy. You got the wrong guy. I-I sell cars, for God's sake! I'd never hurt anyone in my life – definitely not a woman!
... Why can't I do that?
Do what?
Lie like that! I thought I was good, but you? It's ... mwah.
I don't lie!
Okay, that one was weak.
Kay, look. Pick any car on the lot. It's yours. T-bird, town car, you name it. Y-yours. Free. I'll call it in right now.
Lots closed.
I'll have them open it up. I'm the manager. They do what I say.
The manager's name is Rick Buxton!
Well, yeah, but I've been there longer than he has.
You've been there three months!
At the other lot.
Ha, ha! It's like watching someone ski moguls. You just hop from one lie to the next. No shame, no embarassment. You just don't give a shit. That's the key, right? Not to care about anyone or anything.
I care. I care a lot.
No, it was a compliment. I don't care either.
Yes, you do. Like about your wife.
Not married.
Girlfriend, then. Saw it the minute you walked on the lot.
What did you see? Tell me.
Look, most guys your age, they'd beeline right for the horse power, or something. Flashy, sexy. But you. You're there all alone, no one there to nag you, and you don't even glance at the coups. The only thing you look at is the mini-van. Like you can see her in the passenger's seat, and the kids in the back.
Leave the kids out.
See? You're lying to yourself if you think you don't care.
She's just a companion, really. Started that way, anyway. Someone who ... looks good. Normal.
They worm their way in.
Yeah, they do. And they shut you out.
... That's what this is about? That she shut you out? Oh! Man, okay, I get it. I've been there. But you can't let her get to you like this, 'cause – 'cause they're all the same! Fucking bitches! You do everything for them, and then they fuck you! She's not worth it, all right? You're better off without that cunt!
[enraged] Don't ...
[Dexter slams his knife into Roger's chest]
... talk that way about my girlfriend!
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