Dexter 7×11
& Matthews: Fucking Christmas lights. Every year I put ’em up, and every year I wonder why I bothered.
& Dexter: Anyway, I’ve been trying to find a way into the Hispanic market. Here you are. It’s kismet.
Estrada: Kiss who?
Dexter: It’s, uh, good luck... For both of us.
& Batista: Happy New Year.
LaGuerta: Let’s hope.
& Dexter: Christmas is a time of expectation. If you’re good, a red-suited fat man will break into your house and leave you presents. But Santa Claus doesn’t exist. The most wonderful time of the year celebrates a lie.
& Hannah: You should have killed me.
& Dexter: I should know better than to count on the future. All you can ever believe in is now... This moment. Because in a blink... Everything can change.
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