- Dexter Morgan: [narrating] 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.
- [last lines]
- Debra Morgan: Hannah McKay, you're under arrest for the murder of Sal Price.
- Hannah McKay: [handcuffs clinking] You should have killed me.
- Dexter Morgan: [narrating] 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.
- Debra Morgan: What the hell are you doing here? Don't tell me we're fucking neighbors now.
- Hannah McKay: I'm not here to fight with you or trade insults.
- Debra Morgan: That's a good thing, 'cause you probably wouldn't last one round.
- [first lines]
- Dexter Morgan: [narrating] I've never thought about the future. About growing old. Maybe because the future has never been kind to people like me. Or their loved ones.
- 17 Year Old Harrison: [walking to his car] Bye, dad.
- Dexter Morgan: Bye, Harrison...
- Dexter Morgan: [narrating] But suddenly my future seems very possible. And growing old is not only a possibility. It seems appealing.