Dexter, Season 5

Boyd:
Let me the f*** out of here.

Dexter:
I bet you've heard that before, "let me out of here", from all the women you've killed. I wish you could see the room I set up for you. But you f***ed everything up, Boyd. All those pictures I took of the woman you killed - it's a shame you'll never get to see them. I'll just have to paint a word-picture for you instead. They were young, just starting their lives... Now they're floating in formaldehyde and stuffed into barrels strewn around a swamp.

Boyd:
Who the hell are you?

Dexter:
Just a fellow traveler, who also likes to pick up dead animals.

Boyd:
I did them a favor. They were all suffering and I put them out of their misery.

Dexter:
Yeah, you'll be doing one more favor tonight.

Boyd:
What are you talking about?

Dexter:
I've recently suffered a loss. My wife...was murdered by someone like you. Someone like me... It turned my life upside down.

Boyd:
Why is that my problem?

Dexter:
Because you're the start of my healing process.

Boyd:
I knew you were f***ed up the minute I laid eyes on you.

Dexter:
I was f***ed up long before that.