- Dexter: Why would you say that? I mean, she gave us the combo and then you say that we were going to bury her tonight. I just think that shows a lack of intelligence on your part. I just don't understand why you do that sort of thing.
- Omar: Gary, okay, look. I did not say kick him in the shins, did I? No. I said break his leg. That means you take a sledgehammer and you hit right above the knee until you hear a sound, and that sound is like a rifle going off. A crack, okay? If he continues to fuck with us, you tell him I'll go over there personally and cut off his thumbs.
- Dexter: [referring to Jeremy] How'd you knock him out?
- Royce: I hit him with that elf thing that we broke in with.
- Dexter: Gnome.
- Royce: Yeah whatever. What is it, a leprechaun?
- Dexter: Gnome.
- Royce: You know what I mean, like that smurf thing that I hit the window with?
- Dexter: Not smurf - gnome.
- Royce: What are you saying, man? Why don't you just tell me? You keep saying no.
- [they stare at each other and then start laughing]
- Dexter: What are you doing here anyways?
- Jeremy Taylor: This is my uncle's house. He'll fucking kill you, man.
- Dexter: What are you talking about?
- Jeremy Taylor: He killed a dude in this bathtub, right here, okay? He's a fucking ninja! He's got ninja stars, swords and shit. He just hides them down the back of his shirt. You have no idea of the reign of pain that's coming your way!
- Dexter: Do you mind just shutting the fuck up for about five minutes and we'll be out of your way? Thank you.
- [upon seeing Martin, the midget mall security guard]
- Treena: That's so cute!
- Martin: Something funny?
- Treena: [talking in a little kid's voice] Hi! Who are you supposed to be? You're like the little chief of police of Munchkin Land or something!
- Martin: [sarcastically] A 'Wizard of Oz' joke. That's very original. I never hear those.
- [sneaking behind Martin and picking him up]
- Treena: Gotcha! You want to take a little helicopter ride?
- Jeremy Taylor: Let's go back to my uncle's place and get freaky.
- Matilda: I can't.
- Jeremy Taylor: I've got a big bunch of weed and fifty dollars. What more could you want?
- Matilda: I don't do that anymore.
- Jeremy Taylor: Since when?
- Matilda: Since I spoke to God, Jeremy.
- Jeremy Taylor: And he specifically said do not have sex with Jeremy anymore?
- Matilda: Jeremy, I'm serious. I have a purpose, okay? I'm not really sure what it is yet, but I'm not going to ever know if I'm whoring around for drug money.
- Jeremy Taylor: You suck.
- Matilda: Not anymore I don't.