Dexter 7×12
& LaGuerta: So what’s your advice?
Matthews: Get on your knees and start kissing anything that even remotely resembles an ass.
& LaGuerta: Debra... we’ve known each other a long time. Is there something you wanna get off your chest?
Debra: Yes............ I think you’ve been under a lot of stress.
& Debra: Is this ever gonna end?
Ω Yep. Next season's the last.
& Harry: That’s always been the plan, Dexter.
Dexter: That was before...
Harry: Before? Before what?
Dexter: Before everything. Before I married Rita, before I had a son, before Deb knew who I was, before I fell in love...
Harry: What difference does any of that make?
Dexter: Somewhere along the line, the fake life that we created as a cover for me to kill became real. It’s not fake to me anymore. I don’t want to lose it. I’m gonna stand my ground.
& Dexter: What am I? I’m just a... creep motherfucker.
& Masuka: Uh, where can I go to change?
Batista: No, you’re not gonna put on a diaper and come out as baby new year. That’s— no.
Masuka: Try and stop me.
& Dexter: We all make rules for ourselves. It’s these rules that help define who we are. So when we break those rules, we risk losing ourselves and becoming something unknown.
& Dexter: Who is Deb now? Who am I? Is this a new beginning? Or the beginning of the end?
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Σ She can't live with that. She just can't.
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