Our Father

Dexter 3×1

& Dexter: Ah, life. Life is a ritual. Routine. Control. And an essential part of that routine... regular oral hygiene.

& Dexter: Loud music. Cover of darkness. Perfect.

& Rita: God created pudding and then He rested. Pudding of chocolate.
    Dexter: Manna from heaven.

& Dexter: He’s got to be guilty of something. Aren’t we all?

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& Angel: Hold the elevator. Hold...
    Debra: Asshole. Sorry. Sergeant Asshole.

& Dexter: This music again? Chocolate pudding again?
    Rita: Oh, shit.
    Dexter: What?
    Rita: I’ve done this before.
    Dexter: What do you mean?
    Rita: I’m pregnant.

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