fuckyeahdexter:

losemydignity:

graciedarklydreaming:

giselebock:

pasadora:

RITA: I went through your cabinets, rifled through your desk. Looking for anything that would explain what would be so horrible that my husband would have to keep a place to hide it from me. Or his own sister. I didn’t break the lock because I was too scared what I might find. You know why. And you put me into this position, Dexter. This is not the type of person, or wife, that I wanna be.
DEXTER: You really wanna know what’s inside?
RITA: Yes.
DEXTER: It was Harry’s. I wasn’t comfortable having it in the house with the kids, so I kept it here. See, I have nothing to hide. (except for the syringes, scalpels and bone saw hidden in that secret drawer underneath)
RITA: Nothing to hide. Like your car accident, your concussion and this apartment. And the most disturbing thing about the lying is that I’m beginning to see just how good you really are at it.
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Dexter 4x05