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.