Dexter Morgan : [narrating] As much as I may have pretended otherwise, for so long, all I wanted was to be like other people. To feel what they felt. But now that I do, I just want it to stop.
Debra Morgan : [flashback]
[handing new-born Harrison to Dexter]
Debra Morgan : Talk to him.
Dexter Morgan : Hello, Harrison.
[baby grunts and giggles]
Debra Morgan : See? He knows you.
Dexter Morgan : I don't know how to do this.
Debra Morgan : Just keep his head up.
Dexter Morgan : No, I mean everything. How to be a father, how to take care of him.
Debra Morgan : You'll be great.
Dexter Morgan : How do you know?
Debra Morgan : 'Cause you've always taken care of me.
Dexter Morgan : I have?
Debra Morgan : Ever since we were little. Don't you remember the monsters?
Dexter Morgan : Uh, no.
Debra Morgan : Every time mom would turn off the lights, they'd be running all over the walls. And I couldn't fuckin' go to sleep 'cause I thought they were gonna eat me or something.
Dexter Morgan : I don't remember.
Debra Morgan : They were the shadows. You came in and explained it in your dorky little voice. You were like, "Oh, it's just the absence of light, Deb."
Debra Morgan : I don't even know why I remember that, but I do. And even then, you stayed in my room and slept on the floor by my bed. You made me feel so fuckin' safe. You were always taking care of me. I know you're gonna be a great father, because you've always been a great big brother.
Dexter Morgan : You really believe that?
Debra Morgan : With all my heart.
Dexter Morgan : [thinking in present time] You were so wrong, Deb.
Debra Morgan : [waking in hospital bed] Why aren't you in Argentina?
Dexter Morgan : Why do you think?
Debra Morgan : I told them not to call you.
Dexter Morgan : Well, I'm glad they did.
Debra Morgan : [groggily] How come we never went hiking when we were kids?
Dexter Morgan : [concern welling] Hiking?
Debra Morgan : Climbing. Mountains. Hiking.
Dexter Morgan : I don't know - 'cause it's hard to find a mountain in Florida?
Debra Morgan : There are mountains in South America.
Dexter Morgan : All over the place.
Debra Morgan : Why are you looking at me like that? Or is that just your face?
Harrison Morgan : Are we almost there?
Dexter Morgan : It's, uh, Gate 209. Just a couple more.
Harrison Morgan : I want some Oreos.
Dexter Morgan : There'll be food on the plane. Come on, you promised to help me count.
Harrison Morgan : Two hundred and ten...
Dexter Morgan : There you go.
Dexter Morgan : [narrating] I always thought that if I ever left Miami, I'd be running for my life. Not running towards a new one.