...Deb, who's dancing around, singing along. Looks like the music editor took a page out of The Miller's Crossing Guide To Turning Source Music Into Score And Back Again. Yeah, that's right. I'm a nerd. Wanna step to me? Didn't think so. Seriously, I'm huge. I'll fuck you up. Anyway, Deb is using a trophy as a mock-rophone and shirtlessly singing into the mirror as the chorus blares. "Turn the radio up for that sweet sound / Hold me close, never let me go." Awesome. I love yacht rock. Deb's phone rings, and she answers. "Hello?" "Is that Eric Carmen?" asks ProDoc. Hilariously, Deb bolts up and turns off the stereo. "No, what's up?" she covers. He tells her he's running late because of housework, and if he doesn't get it done, it's going to drive him crazy. "I never knew you were so anal!" "And I'm a neat freak." "You're just full of surprises, huh?" I guess you could say that. "Heh, you have no idea. I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?" "'Kay," she says, and hangs up. Rudy hangs up his phone, and sits down to check his email. Sitting next to his computer is the rest of the chopped-up doll that belongs to the head that Dexter now keeps on his keychain. Rudy clicks to reply to Dex's Craig's List ad, and types:

Barbie, Be patient. One day we'll share a cold one.

When he's done, he stands up and walks through his kitchen to a walk-in freezer, where he has a rack holding buckets of blood, and a table with newly wrapped body parts sitting on it. He fires up a power saw, and starts slicing an arm that's propped up on a metal stand.

Ah, Rudy, if that is his real name. I'm still curious to see what his connection to Dexter is, and Deb is in for an emotional mind-fuck, that's for sure. ...Great episode, I think. I was happy to see Dex and Rita boink, finally. I'm glad that it was right for both of them. They'd have some nice-looking kids, those two.