Deb: Turns out Cole and him are buddies. They f---ing poke each other on Faceb0ok
Deb: If it's working, who am I to p00p on your parade?
Deb: S--t a brick and f--k me with it, you're never going to believe who this truck is registered to.
Dexter: I remember your first words: shoes. You were very girly once upon a time.
Deb: That's funny. I always remember my first words as being, 'Hurry the f--- up.'
Deb: Hey, f---wad, taking the scenic route?
Deb: We can play who's the better a$$hole. But I guarantee you I'll win
Deb: I love you, bro, but sometimes you're a f**king 'tard.
Deb: I don't wanna step on my d**k.
چی میگه ایییییین؟؟؟؟
Deb: So far, I'm starting to think I f**ked around more than my old man did.
Deb: When things are going good, that's God's way of saying to cover your ass. 'Cause it's about to get bit. Hard.
Vince: The coroner can $uck my uncircumci$ed d**k if he doesn't rule this a homicide.
Vince: Way TMI, Masuka.
Deb: The wedding band has to match the engagement ring, so what does that look like?
Dexter: She said she didn't want one.
Deb: Oh my god, you just get dumber every day! How do you survive in this world? Of course she wants one!
Dexter: How am I supposed to know that?
Deb: You are such a Y-chromosome cliché! Just buy her a beautiful, romantic, 'I love you with all of my heart' f**king engagement ring. And Dex, size matters!
Deb: (excitedly) A baby? a motherf**king rolly-poly, chubby cheeked s**t machine? Are you kidding me?
Dexter: I've never heard it described in quite those words before, but yeah.
Masuka: (about his article) No biggie, I've been published before.
Deb: "Dear Penthouse" doesn't count.
Masuka: Hey, that letter was famous. اشاره به مجله P0rn پنت هاوس میکنه
Deb: How can you be so f**kin' relaxed?
Dexter: I'm good at compartmentalization.
Deb: You're a little weird, Dex.
Dexter: That's not gonna change. I'm gonna be this way forever.
Dexter: What happened?
Deb: They think a propane tank exploded.
Deb: Do I look like a f**king fire chief?
Deb: What's going on in there?
LaGuerta: You tell us.
Deb: Why would I know?
Angel: Come on. You're Lundy's pet.
Deb: F**k you.
Chico: Seriously, what's Lundy got, or is he just blowing smoke?
Deb: Seriously, I don't know. But if he's got something, it ain't smoke. Lundy's too good to blow smoke.
Angel: Man, no wonder you're his pet.
Deb: F**k you twice.
Deb: Didn't hear you come in last night.
Dexter: Well, it was late. I was quiet.
Deb: Yeah, you're good at quiet. Guess you kind of have to be with me crashing here and Rita's mom over there. You and Rita f**k quiet, too?
Dexter: And she's off, right out of the gate.
Deb: Sweet Mary mother of f**k that's good.
Dexter: I think you might have broken a commandment somewhere in there.
Dexter: See you've been benched.
Deb: LaGuerta's just jealous the Ice Truck Killer f**ked me instead of her.
Dexter: Wow, you're chipper.
Masuka: Hey Morgan. You wanna see something swell? Come a little closer.
Deb: And the token has spoken. Good to see you too, Vince.
Deb: (about Rudy) He sent me this text message.
Dexter: (reading text message) "C u m sail away with me"? He misspelled come.
Sergeant Doakes: That him?
Debra Morgan: Yeah, how do you know?
Sergeant Doakes: Cause you have that stupid a$$ grin on your face again.
Debra Morgan: Dexter, heads up. Bad in there.
Dexter Morgan: Ok.
Debra Morgan: I'm serious!
Dexter Morgan: Ok.
Sergeant Doakes: She's not kidding. It's your wet dream in there.
Dexter Morgan: Okay...
Sergeant James Doakes: Morgan, what took you so long?
Vince Masuka: Playing "hide the salami" with Mr. Prosthetics?
Debra Morgan: I don't f**k and tell.
Vince Masuka: Since when?
Debra Morgan: Can we go inside? I'm kind of wet.
Vince Masuka: [going to say something witty]
Debra Morgan: Don't!
Sergeant James Doakes: S**t! My sisters are here, too.
Debra Morgan: F**king family reunion!