Harry: "Dex, put away the knives. You won't need them on Wall Street."

Dexter: "Wall Street?"

Harry: "Yes, son. You're going to become a portfolio killer."

Dexter: "But what about the code?"

Harry: "Forget the code, Dex, and start slashing those 401Ks!"

Dexter: "And my trophies... my slides?"

Harry: "Don't worry son, there will be plenty of blood to collect - just not right away."

Bro since I got dirtpilled on Tuesday I have made sooo many worm friends and made them soo many little houses to get married in. Me? Lonely? No you’re the lonely one u lawn owning freak