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You give me the fucking creeps, you know that Dexter? Yeah, I know. Sorry about that. Fuck you. Okay, uh, is there something I can do to- Yeah, you can give me your fucking analysis on the blood spatter on these killings. You think I'm here to invite you to my nephew's bris? I didn't know you were Jewish. Shut the fuck up and write your report already. Don't even know why I need you. Grab a crayon, psycho, and scribble this down. The whole area is a crime scene, you should know that by now. I don't care if you are from Vice. Maybe you ought to just calm the hell down, my brother. Who the fuck is that? Give it a rest, Shonda. If he kills her, it's your fault. Now, what else do you know? That's it. He's lying. Oh, give him a break, James. It's his sister, all right? Well, if he knows what's good for her, he'll sit his ass at home and answer the fucking phone when it rings. Surprise, motherfucker. You finally decided to fight back. No, no, no, no. Yeah, yeah, it's okay. Right, right. Yeah, yeah. Suck my dick, motherfucker, you understand that shit?