"She knows," Dex VOs on the way to his car. "She recognizes demons, dark passengers. Maybe the others can, too. This program is too risky, especially now. Rita will have to understand." Yeah, don't bank it, bro.
Dexter arrives at Rita's just after she's put the kids to bed, and he shows her his chip. She looks proud of him, and gives him a hug. "It made me realize something important." "Really, what's that?" "Those meetings are not a good place for me." Pissed. Dexter continues: "I know how this sounds, but I can do this on my own." "Dexter, you need a program!" "I've read studies! People are ten times as likely to change on their own as they are with the help of doctors or programs." "So you're quoting studies?" She's not having this shit, because she saw Paul fail so many times in his attempts at sobriety. "I'm not Paul!" He tries to convince her that the meeting will do more harm than good: "I'm better off alone." Rita kisses him, says, "I pray you change your mind," and puts him outside like a puppy that just shat on the new rug. "What just happened?" You know, dude. You're going to have to go to these meetings if you want to keep this relationship alive.
Deb's got some Cheesy Poofs, and...Mmm, Cheesy Poofs. You know what? I just...just give me, like, two minutes.