Sexy old Angel goes over to see the blowjob guy in the hospital and does that thing they always do on this show where instead of trusting us to not be totally retarded, he talks like Dora the Explorer: "I apologize. Lo siento. Lo siento means 'I apologize.'" Anyway, I guess it's fine. There's a lot of bro talk but not really the important thing, which is that Angel was totally in the right and this guy was blatantly asking for it. Not like "violence is never okay," but as in, what the guy was saying was, "Hey, could you punch me in the fucking face? I really want to get the shit kicked out of me tonight and I've decided you're the man to do it: El hombre. Hombre means 'man.'"
Dexter has one of those conversations with himself where you realize half of being a serial killer is just taking your inner drama queen to the absolute limit: "The babysitter doesn't trust me because of the lies, Lumen doesn't trust me because of the truth. There must be a name for that. Oh, right: Dexter Morgan." The fuck you say? I mean, you gotta be one sad-sacking mo to look in the mirror and talk to yourself about what a mess of contradictions both light and dark, etc., that you are. Anyway, Dexter would like to find out more about Leonardo DiCaprio using the internet. First 90,000 hits: Dated Gisele. Then, an unpaid motel bill.
Deb comes into the living room and if you're wondering how much sleep she's had since we saw her last, let me just quell that suspense for you right away: The sleep situation with Deb is not great. She has not gotten the rest that most adults require, of late. Harrison did not allow her to sleep and so she didn't sleep. To repeat: Deb Morgan is still in need of approximately forty winks. I'll continue to let you know as this situation develops.