Deb is out with Gabe, and I'm preparing to be bored. "I can't believe you write children's books," says Deb. "Yeah, a big tough guy like me should be doing something manly, huh? Like wrangling cattle?" Deb says she doesn't even know any kids books, and how Harry used to tell cop stories before bed: "It was really the only alone time I ever got with him." She takes a big swig of her beer and Gabe asks if she's alright. "Yeah, I just had an annoying day at work," she says. Aw, is someone's father figure ignoring her for her adopted brother? Is someone noticing a pattern? Aw, poor Deb. Dammit, WhiteRabbit, you're in my head! Deb tells Gabe about Lundy, and how she was starting to feel like she was "his go-to girl, but he realized Dexter's the superior Morgan." Weak sauce, Deb. There's no self-pity in Miami Copland! Gabe tries to console her, but she's not hearing it. Gabe asks why Lundy's so important, and she says it's because she respects him: "He's great at his job, he's super-smart, and funny in this really dry way where he doesn't even know it." "You love him," Gabe mocks, secretly jealous. Deb makes some more obvious father comparisons, and like I said, I'm bored, so I'm done here. Sorry.

At the station, Dexter steps out of the elevator into a barren office, and makes a beeline to the video station that's monitoring all the marinas. The door is locked, clearly. "I could try to crack it open, but at my own station?" Yeah, that would be pretty dumb, brosef. He decides it's too risky, and leaves. That was fast.

Back at Casa Morgan, Dexter and Rita quickly make their way to the bedroom and start making out, all happy and giggly. Rita mentions how they can't do this as much with her mom in town, and that she feels "like being bad." "Bad is good," says Dexter, as the phone rings. Rita tells him to let the machine get it (who has a machine anymore, really?), and they keep making out. Naturally, it's Lila on the line, and she starts saying shit that nobody would ever realistically say on an answering machine. "Rita's sweet, very Martha Stewart." Rita bolts up at this, and Dexter's all, "I love Martha Stewart!" Unfortunately, Lila doesn't stop there: "God, her mom! She's got a bug up her ass, doesn't she? By the way, I'm such a twat, I can't believe I almost slipped up about your mom. Mind you, it could have been worse; could've spilled the beans about our road trip, that would have been..." At this point, Dexter tries getting up to shut the machine off, and Rita goes, "Don't you dare!" She's pretty fuckin' railed, Dex; I'd do what she says. "Could you imagine Rita's face if I'd told you and I had spent the night together in a hotel?" Rita gets up, furious. "You and Lila spent the night together in a hotel?" "We had adjoining rooms!" "God, I am such an idiot. I can't believe I defended you to my mother while you were off sleeping with another woman!" "Rita, wait --" "I thought you were different than Paul, but you're the same. Actually, you're worse! You made me trust you!" She wheels around to leave. Dexter tries to stop her, but it's too late: "I've had it! I've been patient and understanding, but there's only so much I can take. You're a liar and a cheat and I am through. It's over, Dexter!" She bolts out of there, leaving Dex with his dick in his hands.