Dexter: I am a father, a son, a serial killer.
Dexter Morgan: Are you okay?
Debra Morgan: Yeah, I just threw away a pair of shoes because they're full of blood, but I'm great.
Dexter: 'Cause I'm here if you need a chair.
Dexter: What you said before. I'm a chair.
Debra: Yeah, but I don't want a chair. I want a table.
Dexter: Deb, what are you even saying?
Isaak Sirko: You didn't kill Victor out of vengeance. I have a feeling you're a different kind of animal. The question is...what kind are you, Dexter Morgan?
Dexter: The kind who hunted your friend down and strapped him to a board and put a plastic bag on his head and crushed his skull with a fire extinguisher. The kind who's gonna do the same thing to you, give or take the fire extinguisher.