dexter starters ( showtime’s dexter s2ep2.)
“ i finally get a chance to kill and i can’t do it.”
“ and now all my secrets are floating to the surface.”
“ how did i lose it? how do i find it again?”
“ how can i solve a crime when i can’t even solve what’s wrong with me?”
“ has a nice ring to it, no?”
“ last thing ___ needs is another serial killer.”
“ why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”
“ what would i do without you?”
“ grandma really talks like that?”
“ you get the point. right, bitch?”
“ fucking people don’t want our help.”
“ this stuff never gets to you?”
“ i’m more of a cry on the inside kinda guy.”
“ what? i’m so over that.”
“ it’s like you’re just fucking with me.”
“ couldn’t pick a worse time, right?”
“ hey, how about you take off? let me handle this.”
“ i couldn’t let you do that.”
“ i can’t even go there.”
“ this one’s on us, man.”
“ i have to focus. tune everything out.”
“ timing could be better.”
“ who else you got following you?”
“ go ahead. try it. i’ve been waitin’.”
“ this neighborhood? it’s full of crazies. i’d lock my doors.”
“ come on, give it a chance.”
“ sweetie, what’s the matter?”
“ no. no, calm was what i was 35 minutes ago. pissed is what i am now.”
“ hey! who want’s eggos? i got blueberry, or chocolate. or both.”
“ assholes! they did everything but help.”
“ which assholes were you talking to?”
“ i didn’t ask for your help, or your advice.”
“ i’ll never understand how people deal with death. why they can’t just… put it in it’s place.”
“ not exactly ideal in the element of surprise department.”
“ i have to find a new way to dispose of the body.”
“ you totally douched me in there.”
“ you clocked a guy in a bar who touched your arm…“
“ well, thank you for the fucking vote of confidence.”
“ hey. just visualize that door of opportunity opening up wide for you, bro, and just walk right through it.”
“ you keep up with this woo-woo shit, imma walk right through you.”
“ that come with a story?”
“ well, you should be more careful, amigo.”
“ they had to bring in outside talent. which would be moi.”
“ bet this guy never expected his work to see in the light of day.”
“ still, it can’t be easy to hide a body nowadays.”
“ hypothetical: how do you make sure disposed body stay disposed?”
“ don’t all those run the risk of contact with the outside world?”
“ you got a better idea?”
“ there is no such thing as the perfect crime. not in my experience, anyway.”
“ well, we have something in common.”
“ i need to clear the decks… and my head.”
“ they, uh… ate my puppy.”
“ you may have to get closer than you like.”
“ i’m doin’ enough damage on my own.”
“ that was a yes. sounded like a no, but… yeah.”
“ you scared the shit outta me.”
“ don’t! you fuckin’ asked… so, how am i doing? i’m just fine.”
“ come on, don’t get the shakes now. this is no time for performance anxiety.”
“ i’ve been waitin’ for you.”
“ come out, come out, wherever you are!”
“ what the hell is wrong with me?”
“ don’t leave me! please, don’t leave me!”
“ want me to knock out some doors? or maybe some heads?”
“ what fucking asshole left this here?”
“ it’s ‘special agent’ fucking asshole.”
“ frankly, you’re more of a leader than a team-player.”
“ i’m not convinced you play well with others.”
“ i feel like a jigsaw-puzzle missing a piece.”
“ i’ve been calling you for hours.”
“ i kinda pulled an all nighter.”
“ it’s, uh… it’s taking me to places i never thought i’d go.”
“ he was such a destructive force. why can’t you just put him behind you?”
“ i’m just gonna make you late.”
“ dammit, ___! i need you there too.”
“ you have no idea what this feels like.”
“ can’t wait to get another door slammed in my face.”
“ that’s it. put that out into the universe, alright?”
“ look on the bright side. comically, we’re batting a thousand.”
“ please, don’t shoot me, miss/mister.”
“ if i believed in god. if i believed in sin… this is the place where i’d be sucked straight to hell… if i believed in hell.”
“ i’m so sorry for your loss.”
“ no. you just took my life.”
“ so how do i make you go away?”
“ now, if it helps, i can tell you it’s not your fault, what you did to me.”
“ no. you’re just fucked up.”
“ you think it’s as simple as that?”
“ excuse me, i opened this by mistake.”
“ today it is all about the win. i think we really should enjoy this.”
“ i really appreciate your support.”
“ it was simple, really.”
“ all i had to do was put myself into the mind of a killer. hardly a stretch.”
“ trust me, you’re not going anywhere this time.”
“ that kind of talk is just gonna bring you closer to your victims.”
“ no, maybe you didn’t do the deed, but the blood is on your hands.”
“ a lot of blood is on your hands.”
“ why do you care about these people?”
“ why are you doing this to me?”
“ i’m not so much doing this to you as i’m doing it for me.”
“ you leave pain wherever you go.”
“ you kill me, what do you leave behind?”
“ look at that, steady as a surgeon.”
“ this kill was just the first of the loose ends i needed to tie off.”
“ i’m just dropping somebody off, can it wait?”
“ a shoe? you wanted to see me about a shoe?”
“ i didn’t have a lot to hope for until i met you.”
“ you gave me something to believe in when i didn’t even believe in myself.”
“ it was totally an act of impulse.”
“ what are you trying to say, that you planned on acting on impulse?”
“ that’s where you disappeared to at all hours of the night like clark fucking kent.”
“ if the eyes are the window to the soul, then grief is the door. as long as it’s closed, it’s the barrier between knowing and not knowing. walk away from it and it stays closed forever. but open it, and walk through it, and pain becomes truth.”
“ i’ve been preparing for this my entire life.”
“ it’s annoying, isn’t it?”
“ i’m not taking the bait.”
“ you don’t need to do this. you don’t need to do this now.”
“ you’re right. i smell like a fucking sewer.”
“ i had to say goodbye in order to reconnect with what’s really important. with who i was.”
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