Over at Gabe's place, Deb is rifling through his drawers as he sleeps. Nice one, Deb. You couldn't just wait until he was in the shower? Of course, he wakes up and says, "My meth lab's in the sock drawer." Hee! Nice, dude! I would never be able to say something clever on the spot like that. "This looks bad, doesn't it?" Deb asks. "Yeah. Think your panties help." "Would you believe I'm trying to get to know you better?" No, I'd believe you were a snooping little conniver, though. "You know how I told you the last guy I had sex with tried to kill me? Well, that was kind of true. He was the Ice Truck Killer." "Who is he?" Gabe asks earnestly. "Not fuckin' funny," Deb says seriously. He tries to convince her he's never heard of him, but Deb thinks he fucking with her. "Deb, I've been in El Salvador visiting family for six months. I just got back." Deb says, "So unlike every other jackass out there who thinks I'm a trophy fuck, you had no idea who I was when you hit on me at the gym?" He replies that when he did that, it was because he thought she was hot. "Good answer." Heh. He motions for her to get back in bed, and they snuggle up under the covers. Of course, she has to ruin the moment by asking, "So, what's hot about me?"

Armadillo time! When isn't it, really? No, but seriously, the kids, Rita, and her mother are all freaking out about this armadillo that somehow got into the house, which is really random because it's not like it's a spider or a cockroach, or even a mouse that can just sneak in through a crack. An armadillo really needs a nice open door to get in. Maybe Rita's house is just a piece of shit, and has armadillo-sized holes everywhere. Sorry, I just really like to type "armadillo." Armadillo. See? I'm great. Anyhow, Dexter grabs a broom and sweeps that fucker out of there as it hisses pissedly. Everyone claps, and Rita hugs him, calling him her hero. Rita then grabs the kids and tells them it's time to get ready for school. After they're all gone, Dexter small-talks with Mama: "So, any armadillos in Michigan?" "No." He tries to joke more about armadillos, which I'm fine with, but she's not biting: "You think you're charming, don't you? I'm sure that works for you most of the time. It did for Paul." Ouch, lady! Dang. "I know what you are." "Confused?" he offers. Mama pulls out some NA literature, and wonders aloud why Rita would be printing the stuff out with Paul dead. "Recently, I entered the program." "I knew it." "I would never hurt Rita like Paul did." "Because I'm not going to give you that chance." Kill her, dude. She continues, "It's just a matter of time until you pull her under just like he did." Dexter asks if she's discussed any of this with Rita, and she says no. "But I will if you don't do the right thing here. If you truly care about this family like you say you do, you will let my daughter and those sweet children go." That's some weak sauce, Mama. You've got some nerve.