- Sergeant Doakes: Jesus Christ, Morgan. Jesus fucking Christ, *you're* the Bay Harbor Butcher!
- Dexter Morgan: [calmly] I really hate that name.
- Sergeant Doakes: Jesus Christ, man!
- Dexter Morgan: [calmly] You already said that.
- Dexter Morgan: [thinking to himself] I have to get to Jimenez. But a dead man tells no tales. A drunk, unstable woman very well may.