Somehow, I doubt that. You have a good heart, Dexter.

To survive. Rorschach would say you have a hard time relating to others. God created pudding, and then he rested. Cops, another community I'm not part of. Tonight's the night. And it's going to happen again and again. It has to happen. Pretend. You pretend the feelings are there, for the world, for the people…