Character: Debra Morgan

You decide who you are, who you want to be. Live with this thought. And it helps you.

- Stop it.
- Stop what?
- Behave like me. You Are A God. And don't you forget it.

- Maybe you're jealous?
Really? Yes, I ***s, what ***you ***eat, if only the investigation hasn't gone according to ***e ***o!

- What *** left this here?!
- Special agent ***. Morgan, right?

I just need to take a few pictures as he is pining for you. And nothing more.
- Are you sure? I mean, I could marry him, maybe have a couple of kids...

Santa Mierda!
Santa Muerta. Saint death. Not Holy shit.

- Do you know anything about wedding rings?
Yes... Wedding rings and nuclear fission are my specialty!

- You do not have the right to talk about those with whom I meet, as long as the boning miss "pardon me for Boobs"! I'm sorry, Dex, but she is vulgar. And pale. In Miami there are no pale people. She's a vampire, exactly. Vulgar English vampire with Tits.
- You just described the perfect woman.

- Emotional involvement - this is wrong.
- You always say so!
And father said so.
- And he said, "go after what you want to achieve."

- Dex, imagine a hypothetical situation... let's Say a hypothetical girl and hypothetical guy sunalie sex.
- Hypothetical sex?

- Want to sit on my lap and ask for something for Christmas?
- No, thank you. I don't want to back to run.

- Ugh, how disgusting.
- And someone thinks crypto-taxidermy art. My house is worth mummified Chupacabra.

- A good watch! Made in China?
- No fakes! Kidney sold to buy. Want I'll show the scar?
- I may give mine to you did not show.

Vigorous these pliers!!!