Quotes

Pilot

Traffic Cop: You know why I pulled you over? Lucifer Morningstar: Well, obviously you felt the need to exercise your limited powers and punish me for ignoring the speed limit. It's okay, I understand. It's…I…I like to punish people too. Or, at least I used to.

Pilot

Lucifer: Oh Amenadiel, how's it hanging big guy? huh? Amenadiel: Your return to the underworld has been requested. Lucifer: Oh, right. Okay. Let me just, uh…check my calendar. Yeah, here it is. Uh…the 7th of Never through to the 15th of Ain't Gonna Happen. How's that work for you guys? Ah, look…remind Dad that I quit Hell because I was sick and tired of playing a part in His play. Amenadiel: I'm gonna warn you against disrespecting our Father, Lucifer. Lucifer: Yeah, well, our Father's been disrespecting me since the beginning of time, so pot-kettle, don't you think? Amenadiel: You…are a mockery of everything divine. Lucifer: Thank you. Thank you but, lately I've been doing a fair amount of thinking, now do you think I'm the devil because I'm inherently evil just because dear old Dad decided I was? Amenadiel: What exactly do you think happens when the devil leaves Hell? All of those demons, all of those tormented and tortured souls, where do you think they go? Lucifer: Don't know, don'

Pilot

Chloe Decker: "Lucifer Morningstar." What, is that like a stage name or something? Lucifer: God given, I'm afraid.

Pilot

Chloe: Why don't you tell me something? How did she end up dying in a hailstorm of bullets and you get away without a scratch? I think that's interesting, don't you? Lucifer: The benefits of immortality. Chloe: Immortality? Mm. Of course. Uh…you spell that with one or two "m"s? I always forget.

Pilot

2Vile: You have a problem with black people? Lucifer: No, not in the slightest. I just hate your music. And when I say your music, I mean your music, not the music made by other black people. Without the blues, there would be no Devil's music whatsoever. There are of course many giants in the field. Just not you. Am I being clear?

Pilot

Trixie: My name's Beatrice but everybody calls me Trixie. Lucifer: That's a hooker's name. Trixie: What's a hooker? Lucifer: Ask your mother.

Pilot

Dan Espinoza: I don't know whether to laugh or shoot you. Lucifer: Surprise me.

Lucifer, Stay. Good Devil

Chloe: So our only evidence is currently in your lungs? Lucifer: [amused] Aah, you really wanted to say "up in smoke" then, didn't you? Chloe: [not amused] No. No, I most definitely did not.

Lucifer, Stay. Good Devil

Dr. Linda Martin: So you're the Devil? Lucifer: Yes. Yes. Well, Satan, Beelzebub, Old Scratch. Actually, I like that one in particular. But, uh, those were the old me. These days, you just have plain old Lucifer. Linda: And you've left Hell behind to take a vacation in Los Angeles? Lucifer: Well, where else would I go?

Lucifer, Stay. Good Devil

Lucifer: What makes you different? Chloe: I guess we both have our mysteries. Lucifer: Ah. Well, I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Lucifer, Stay. Good Devil

Linda: Sometimes it's easier to make intimate issues about something bigger than yourself. Lucifer: Well, there are few things bigger than myself. Linda: I'm well aware.

Lucifer, Stay. Good Devil

Lucifer: I think you like me. Chloe: What part of the look on my face gives you that impression?

The Would-Be Prince of Darkness

Linda: You know, you say... you say people are phony here, but I think people come here to re-invent themselves. That's why I think you're here. To reinvent yourself. Lucifer: Why would I mess with perfection?

The Would-Be Prince of Darkness

Young Woman: Lucifer Morningstar, the guy who owns Lux? Lucifer: Yes, that is me. Young Woman: No it's not. I've seen him before, his beats are sick. Lucifer: I very much beg your pardon? Young Woman: Yeah, he performed at a rap battle in The Valley last week. Lucifer: Every part of that sentence horrifies me. Young Woman: It is so gross, that you're pretending to be someone you're not. And your accent is fake.

The Would-Be Prince of Darkness

Chloe: Finally some rain. Maybe someone up there is looking out for us. Lucifer: I can assure you He's in no way meteorologically-inclined. Apart from the whole Noah thing and that was a one-off.

The Would-Be Prince of Darkness

Do I get a code word? You know, for when you take her down. If so, might I suggest "monkey bottoms"? 'Cause trust me, I can work that into any sentence quite naturally.

The Would-Be Prince of Darkness

Dan: Once I engage with her, I will hire her to fix a problem of mine. Lucifer: Right. Well, if it's that stick up your ass, I'm afraid there's no one strong enough to pull that out.

Manly Whatnots

Chloe: Let me make myself perfectly clear. I will never, ever, ever sleep with you. Never. Okay? Got it? Lucifer: Playing hard to get. I like it. Chloe: When Hell freezes over, Lucifer. Lucifer: I can arrange that, actually.

Manly Whatnots

Chloe: Where did you get this dress anyhow? Lucifer: Oh, it was left behind by my one of my 'overnight guests'. Chloe: What was she wearing when she left? Lucifer: A smile. Chloe: Mm. if I get an STD from this thing, I'm going to kill you.

Manly Whatnots

Dan: What in God's name are you doing here? Lucifer: Nothing in His name. Here on my own, actually.

Manly Whatnots

Chloe: What are you? Did you do this? Lucifer: I've been trying to tell you, I'm the Devil. Chloe: That's...that's not possible. Lucifer: I assure you Detective, it is. I mean, you've said yourself, there are things you can't explain. Do you need more proof? You got the gun, come on, shoot me. Chloe: No-- I can't shoot you! Lucifer: Sure you can! Go on, give her a little squeeze, and we'll be good to go. Chloe: No! Lucifer: Just shoot me, Detective, please! Because, maybe, you'll finally-- Lucifer: Good for you! See? Hardly hurts. Chloe: I can't believe it... Lucifer: [pain kicking in] Daaaahhhh, actually, no, it's hurting a little bit. It's-- GOD, it's hurting a lot! Son of a bitch, that really hurts! [looks at the wound, notices blood on his hand] I'm bleeding... Chloe: You're bleeding! Lucifer: God-- Of course you're bleeding!

Manly Whatnots

Chloe: I thought you didn't lie. Lucifer: I don't. But I don't always tell the whole truth.

Manly Whatnots

Lucifer: Cool ranch puff? Chloe: No, thanks. Lucifer: No? It's funny, isn't it? You'd think the king of hellfire would be more of a flaming hot guy, but love these bad boys.

Sweet Kicks

Maze: But if you insist on continuing this exploration, maybe next time, I won't be around to save your ass. Lucifer: Well, that is a shame. 'Cause you and my backside used to get on very well. My front side as well, actually.

Sweet Kicks

Chloe: Please tell me I'm hallucinating. Lucifer: Well, I am dreamy, but try to contain yourself.

Sweet Kicks

Barista: And your name? Maze: "Mazikeen". Barista: How do you spell that? Maze: Surprise me.

Sweet Kicks

The good news is that whilst all dogs go to Heaven, you'd be surprised how many pigs are waiting for you in Hell.

Sweet Kicks

I'm now an official civilian consultant for the LAPD. Not that there's anything civil about the Devil. What fun would that be?

Favorite Son

Lucifer: This poor sap's either already in Hell or in the "Silver City, enduring Uriel's welcome speech, which is far worse than Hell, if you ask me. Chloe: Let's pretend for one second that you're someone else. Someone nice, someone mature. Lucifer: Ooh, I love role-play.

Favorite Son

Linda: And yet you keep trying on many hats to hide your horns. Playboy, cop, club owner... Lucifer: Yes, you forget "master of all things tongue-related."

Favorite Son

Linda: If only I knew someone who could help me with the Bible. Amenadiel: (as Dr. Canaan) I know so much about it, it's almost as if I was there.

Favorite Son

That was incredible. It was musical, poetic, really. We were like fish and chips, salt and pepper. Hipsters and condescension.

Favorite Son

Chloe: I need your help like I need a third boob. Lucifer: Hmm. Chloe: Wait. Don't say a word. 'knew it was a mistake the minute it came out of my mouth.

Wingman

Amenadiel: Paul's wrists were too thick to fit in those chains. Lucifer: I know. That man never could pass on dessert, could he? Amenadiel: He should have been the saint of… Lucifer and Amenadiel: Honey cakes!

Wingman

Chloe: Remember the Palmetto case I was telling you about? Lucifer: The case that's been consuming you, causing people to despise you, call you names--I even quarreled on occasion because of it? No, doesn't ring a bell.

Wingman

Lucifer: You're not busy, are you? Chloe: Actually, shocker, I am busy. And it's really not a good day for…your…"Lucifer-ness."

Wingman

Now, I'm not one to get into the feels, usually, but…you seem genuinely distressed. You okay? Do you want to—I don't know—chat about it or something? Sex is always on the table.

Wingman

You sure you don't want to chase after her? Maybe I can ask Father for some rain and make it a moment.

Et Tu, Doctor?

Dan: We brought you a birthday gift. Lucifer: Is that the royal "we"? Chloe: Whiskey with a pickle juice chaser. It's our station's birthday tradition. Lucifer: Lovely! How can I refuse? Can I refuse? Dan: Of course you can. and we'll always think less of you.

Et Tu, Doctor?

Lucifer: You're supposed to be on my side, you know. Linda: No. I'm supposed to help you process your emotions so that you can deal with them constructively. Lucifer: Yes, by being on my side and realizing that I'm right.

Et Tu, Doctor?

Linda: What's bothering you right now? Lucifer: Well... right now I'm experiencing a very odd feeling. It's--it's like a fat man sitting on my chest. But not in a fun way.

Et Tu, Doctor?

Chloe: You. You're really in therapy? Lucifer: Why is that so surprising? Chloe: You're the least reflective person I know. Lucifer: I have layers. I'm like an onion. An irresistible one.

Et Tu, Doctor?

Chloe: You don't save a marriage by sleeping with other people. Lucifer: It can't hurt to try. Chloe: Pretty sure it can.

A Priest Walks Into a Bar

A priest walks into a bar? I've heard this one before, never seen it, though.

A Priest Walks Into a Bar

Linda: Have you ever considered that all of this excessive partying may be your attempt to fill a void? Lucifer: "Attempt"? I filled five voids last night. Linda: That's not what I meant.

A Priest Walks Into a Bar

The most evil of people have the most normal names, I've experienced. Beware anyone named Keith.

A Priest Walks Into a Bar

Father Frank: We all have demons inside. Lucifer: My demon tends the bar.

A Priest Walks Into a Bar

Father Frank: We might not always understand it, but God has a plan. Lucifer: Yes, I know. But why does everybody always think it's a good plan?

A Priest Walks Into a Bar

Father Frank: It's okay. I'm not afraid of dying. Lucifer: Well, you should be. It's really boring where you're going. Father Frank: Hope so. I've had enough excitement for one life. Lucifer: [desperately] Stop talking like that! You've got more to do here, you've got more people to annoy!

A Priest Walks Into a Bar

You…You cruel, manipulative bastard. Is this all part of Your plan? It's all just a game to You, isn't it? Eh? Well, I know punishment, and he did not deserve that. He followed Your stupid rules and it still wasn't good enough! So what does it take to please You? Break Your rules, and you fall. Follow them, and you still lose! Doesn't matter whether you're a sinner! Doesn't matter whether you're a saint! Nobody can win, so what's the point? What's the bloody point?

Pops

Dan: Okay, monkey, surprise. You get to eat chocolate cake in bed tonight. Trixie: Why? Dan: Does it matter? Trixie: Nope.

Pops

Dan: You don't care who you piss off, do you? Lucifer: Not in the slightest, no.

Pops

Trixie: Is Lucifer here? Maze: Who are you supposed to be? Trixie: I'm Trixie, his friend. Maze: His friends get worse and worse.

Pops

Maze: I made a friend today. Linda: That's fantastic news. Who? Maze: An eight-year-old girl who wandered into the bar. Linda: Well... that's a start. Perhaps the next one can be of legal drinking age.

Pops

Chloe: I can't believe that I would let myself care for him again. I mean, why? So I get hurt? Lucifer: Um, no, because you're a kind person who puts the needs of others before your own. It's a horrible irony that my father invented.

St. Lucifer

I love L.A. Even the homeless have an IMDB page.

St. Lucifer

Maze: You can't be mad at me forever. Lucifer: Oh, but I can. It's one of the luxuries of being the Devil.

St. Lucifer

Chloe: Oh, God, what have I done? Lucifer: Don't worry, my father's the forgiving sort. Well, except when it comes to me.

St. Lucifer

Lucifer: I know some folks who moved to Buenos Aires back in the day. Vanessa Dunlear: Oh. Good people? Lucifer: Nazis. No extradition treaty in Argentina. Just a nasty bunch of miscreants hiding in plain sight. Gosh, they got away with murder.

St. Lucifer

Chloe: Only you could turn a tragic death into an excuse to talk about you. Lucifer: Well, who else would I talk about?

#TeamLucifer

Chloe: Where have you been? Lucifer: Ah, you know me—busy, busy, No rest for the wicked. Chloe: Right. 'Cause deviant foreplay is so time-consuming. Maze: Want to watch?

#TeamLucifer

Malcolm Graham: Just wanted to do my part for the man of the hour. [winks at Lucifer] Lucifer: It's the wink with the porn 'stache sending the wrong message, I think.

#TeamLucifer

Chloe: What happened? Lucifer: Well…where do I begin? With the grandest fall in the history of time? Or perhaps the far more agonizing punishment that followed? To be blamed for every morsel of evil humanity's endured, every atrocity committed in my name? As though I wanted people to suffer. All I ever wanted was to be my own man here. To be judged for my own doing. And for that? I've been shown how truly powerless I am. That even the people trusted—the one person, you—could be used to hurt me.

#TeamLucifer

Come on, you can't say this isn't the best sex you've ever had. Well, it is the only sex you've ever had, but still.

#TeamLucifer

If that's supposed to be an offering to me, I decline on grounds of salmonella.

Take Me Back To Hell

Lucifer: So how's this? Step one, travel back in time and not make such a mess of things. Amenadiel: You know, I'm suddenly reminded of why I wanted you dead in the first place.

Take Me Back To Hell

Chloe: Just pretend you don't know Lucifer. Dan: I already like it.

Take Me Back To Hell

Look, I know you think I'm a bad guy, but I'm simply trying to catch our dear friend Malcolm…so I can tear his arms and legs off.

Take Me Back To Hell

Don't move or 'wobbly head' gets it.

Take Me Back To Hell

I don't know if this is all part of the plan. Or if You can even hear me. But if You're up there…Dad…I need a favor. I'll be the son You always wanted me to be. I'll do as You ask. Go where You want me to. I…In exchange, all I ask is…is that You protect Chloe.

Take Me Back To Hell

Lucifer: I spoke to Dad. Amenadiel: Excuse me? Lucifer: Yeah. I offered Him my services in exchange f— Well, that really doesn't matter. He accepted. Amendaiel: He replied to you. Lucifer: Well, not in words, but His message was clear. Amenadiel: And what does Father want? Lucifer: Someone's escaped from Hell. Must've seen a window of opportunity whilst you were incapacitated. I think He wants me to bring our jailbird back. Amenadiel: That's it? Well, it shouldn't be too hard to track down a single errant soul. [he chuckles, but stops when he notices Lucifer nervously tapping his drink glass] You're afraid. Lucifer: Damn right I am. Amenadiel: Right, but you're never afraid. Who could possibly scare you, brother? [beat] Lucifer…who escaped Hell? Lucifer: Mum.

Everything's Coming Up Lucifer

Amenadiel: Luci, you don't think she helped Mom escape, do you? Lucifer: Well, that doesn't sound like the kind of evil, duplicitous thing a demon would do, now, does it?

Everything's Coming Up Lucifer

There's so much punishment, so little time.

Everything's Coming Up Lucifer

Ah, well, there's no reason to thank me for my heroism. Well, maybe just a little. No one's stopping you.

Everything's Coming Up Lucifer

Lucifer: They had sex. The only trouble was, they were celestial beings, so that moment created the universe. Linda Martin: Mm, the Big Bang? Lucifer: Never knew how appropriate the name was until now, did you?

Everything's Coming Up Lucifer

Maze always turns up eventually. She's like a bad penny... in tight leather pants.

Everything's Coming Up Lucifer

Roberta Beliard: She has so much cocaine up her nose, it would snow if you shook her. Lucifer: Yes, I've tried that.

Liar, Liar, Slutty Dress on Fire

Charlotte Richards: I apologize for my human form, but…at least this one has supreme hindquarters. Lucifer: You're lying. Charlotte: No. They're quite sturdy, feel it. Lucifer: I wasn't referring, nor will I ever refer, to your butt, Mother.

Liar, Liar, Slutty Dress on Fire

Charlotte: What happened to your wings, son? Lucifer: I cut them off. Charlotte: Why would you… I mean 'come to Earth', 'get a haircut', or something, but that's a little extreme.

Liar, Liar, Slutty Dress on Fire

You tell me not to ravage suspects in front of you. Now I can't do it behind your back either? I mean, make your mind up, detective?

Liar, Liar, Slutty Dress on Fire

Maze: You want me to babysit? Lucifer: Well, "my mum in the body of a disturbingly hot woman"-sit, but yes, for now.

Liar, Liar, Slutty Dress on Fire

Charlotte: Mazikeen, what is this strange gooey substance that this boy is cooing about? Maze: You watching porn?

Liar, Liar, Slutty Dress on Fire

Lucifer: I mean, how far can a celestial being trapped in a feeble human body for the first time get? Maze: Well, let's see. She's stupid hot, wearing my clothes, and she's got a corporate credit card. Lucifer: …bollocks.

Sin-Eater

Lucifer: Goodness gracious, great balls of fire. Chloe: Lucifer. Lucifer: I mean, I've heard of hot pants, but this really brings new meaning to the term "fire crotch," doesn't it? Chloe: Lucifer. Lucifer: Wait. I have more. "Smokey Bobinson". "Weekend at Burnie's". Ella Lopez: His burning bush? Lucifer: Oh, very good! That was actually me, by the way, so don't tell anyone.

Sin-Eater

[to Lucifer] Do not touch the charred crotch!... is a sentence I never thought I'd say out loud.

Sin-Eater

[about humans] They eat, darling. All they do is eat. And then afterwards, the food comes out changed, and not for the better.

Sin-Eater

Lucifer: [about a video platform's content moderators] So you think seeing someone they recognized in one of these twisted videos finally made them snap? Chloe: Maybe it awakened something in them. Something that was always there just fighting to get out. Lucifer: [scoffs] But... they were just trying to do a job. A job no one else wanted. Chloe: Well, maybe they chose that for a reason. Lucifer: Nobody chooses to be a sin-eater, Detective! [calmer] No one wants to be custodian of the world's filth. Why would they? Absorbing the worst humanity has to offer, day in and day out,... It changes you. Chloe: So you think it's the job's fault that they started to punish? Lucifer: People don't arrive broken. They start with passion and yearning, until something comes along that disabuses them of those notions.

Sin-Eater

"Judgment Day"? People should really be careful how they use that phrase. It isn't actually due for another couple of years.

Lady Parts

Maze: And how's that human husband? Charlotte: I discovered a trick with him. Whenever he asks a question, I have sex with him. Seems to render him mute. Maze: Hmm. Took me a while to figure that one out.

Lady Parts

Chloe: How'd you get in here? Maze: Let's just say Samantha at the front desk is no longer into men.

Lady Parts

Yes, my first startup was a sex club, actually. Little place called "Eden." Perhaps you've heard of it.

Lady Parts

Classic Chloe. Only you would make a point of remembering the exact amount of time you can't remember.

Lady Parts

Oh, come on, who doesn't love a sex party? Then again, if you're me, every party's a sex party of sorts.

Lady Parts

Oh, gosh, I detest cats. Want an animal to stare at you with contempt? Get a cat. Open a bag of excrement in your house. Cat.

Lady Parts

Chloe: You're a very, very deranged person. Maze: Thanks.

Weaponizer

Chloe: He had a drug problem, right? Lucifer: Well, only if you consider ingesting millions of dollars of cocaine a problem. I call it a Tuesday. But apparently it's frowned upon.

Weaponizer

Remind me at some point to give you a refresher on the meaning of loyalty.

Weaponizer

Amenadiel: It's time that I face the truth, brother. I've fallen. Lucifer: Well. Welcome to the club. Meetings are on Tuesdays.

Weaponizer

Lucifer: For the next day or so, I'm going to need you to be unpredictable. Whatever you normally do, just do the opposite. Chloe: Too bad. I was totally going to have sex with you today. Lucifer: Really? [smiles, then realizes] ... Oh. Well played, Detective.

Weaponizer

Amenadiel: You were gone for a really long time, mom. You might not know your children as well as you think you do. Charlotte: You may be right. But, at least for now I have you and Lucifer. My brave boys. So, if I'm here on earth two more years or two hours, I will take every moment I can get.

Weaponizer

Chloe: So, you used to be married to an action star, only to divorce him and marry another action star? Jamie Lee Adrienne: Yeah, it was the 90s. We did a lot of coke.

Weaponizer

We can't control what happens to us only how it affects us and the choices we make.

Monster

Chloe: You look like hell. Lucifer: Not heard that before.

Monster

Lucifer: Detective, I found you a lead. Chloe: Where--in her mouth? Lucifer: Yes, actually. Imagine what I can find in other orifices.

Monster

Chloe: Are you drunk? Lucifer: I wish. Pesky supernatural metabolism keeps getting in the way.

Monster

Dr. Martin: If you change your mind, my door is always open. Lucifer: Well, feel free to shut it.

Monster

I don't buy it. Every time you say that you don't care or you're evil or you're the devil, I know that's not who you really are.

Monster

Chloe: Seriously? A sex swing? Maze: I know, right? Wanna hop on?

My Little Monkey

(to Dan) Look, people like you. they find you helpful, like duct tape or a trusty socket wrench. I want you to teach me your secret. I want you to show me how to be a tool.

My Little Monkey

Chloe: What's the job? Maze: Preschool aide Trixie: Do you like little kids? Maze: I've dealt with filthy screaming humans before. At least these are smaller.

My Little Monkey

Linda: You're a demon. He told me. I thought it was a sexual metaphor. Maze: Well, you're not wrong there.

My Little Monkey

Actually, there is something that's been bugging me, Detective. Do you mind if I play the me's advocate for just a second?

My Little Monkey

Chloe: What's the job this time? Maze: Topless maids. But apparently, I still have to do some cleaning. Screw that.

My Little Monkey

Come on. Let Mazikeen Smith buy you a drink. Maybe I'll devour your soul or something.

Trip to Stabby Town

Lucifer: I think I've broken my therapist. And now she's somewhere to the left of totally useless and to the right of babbling lunatic. Chloe: Oh, so she's you in a skirt.

Trip to Stabby Town

Ella: Come clean with me. Or I can't keep this a secret anymore. Lucifer: You see, that's just it. The last person I came clean with became a tad untethered. Ella: Dude, I grew up in Detroit.

Trip to Stabby Town

Linda: Oh, my God. I had sex with the Devil. Lucifer: Many, many times. And you're welcome.

Trip to Stabby Town

Ella: That's why great ideas come in the shower. Lucifer: For me, it's usually women.

Trip to Stabby Town

Ella: Favors are about faith. Lucifer: Ugh. Please don't ruin favors for me.

Homewrecker

Lucifer: It's not my home, it never was. Linda: And neither was Hell. Lucifer: No. No, that was somewhere I was sent as punishment. Like the DMV, but less screaming.

Homewrecker

I find that people make Los Angeles their home for one of two reasons: They're running from something, or looking for something.

Homewrecker

Chloe: When were you going to mention that you're personally involved in this case? Lucifer: When you asked me.

Homewrecker

Dr. Linda had a crash course on celestial beings. It only melted her brain for about a week.

Homewrecker

Doctor, this is my mom in a disturbingly hot body.

Homewrecker

Lucifer: Detective, are you thinking what I'm thinking? Chloe: I doubt it.

Quid Pro Ho

Chloe: I bet you an arm and a leg, Mom, that he has no idea what today is. Lucifer: That's not particularly wise of you to wager your lovely extremities, Detective.

Quid Pro Ho

Consider me an emotional jockstrap for the Decker family jewels.

Quid Pro Ho

Chloe: You've got a lot of nerve. Charlotte: Yes, I've been told. And legs for days.

Quid Pro Ho

Lucifer Morningstar is many things, but he is not a liar. Everything that Mr. Morningstar said on this stand is absolutely true. I was the first person on that crime scene and, yes, I shouldn't have been anywhere near it. But... I... let my emotions get the best of me. [clears throat] Lucifer is the... best partner... I have ever had. And I can only hope that he can count on me [voice trembles] as much as I count on him.

Quid Pro Ho

Penelope Decker: I used to believe everything happens for a reason. But now, I'm not so sure. Amenadiel: [chuckles softly] Me neither. But I do know that no matter how bad things get, the true test is how we choose to respond to the pain we suffer... or inflict. Penelope: That's well said.

Stewardess Interruptus

Chloe: [preparing to write in a notebook] Okay, a list of everyone you've slept with in the last eight weeks. Lucifer: Right, you'll need a much bigger notepad.

Stewardess Interruptus

[to Lucifer] You're my perfect man. Like porn and stuffed crust pizza and my 'Hello Kitty" blankie all rolled into one.

Stewardess Interruptus

Chloe: [to Lucifer] Dan slept with Charlotte? Lucifer: Trust me, you're not half as disgusted by that as I am. Chloe: Is there anyone who hasn't slept with that woman?! Lucifer: Uh... [raises a hand]

Stewardess Interruptus

Lucifer: I had an epiphany of sorts. You deserve someone worthy of you. And that isn't me. Chloe: That's not what I've been saying, Lucifer. Lucifer: I know. It's what I'm saying. You deserve someone better. Because you, Detective, are selfless to a nauseating degree. You always put your daughter first, even though the ungrateful urchin does nothing to contribute to the rent. [Chloe chuckles] So, you deserve someone worthy of that grace. Someone who knows every crime scene breaks your heart, even though you'd never admit it. Someone who actually appreciates your impossibly boring middle name, "Jane". And more importantly, Detective, you deserve someone as good as you. Because, well, you're special and I'm... I'm not worth it.

Love Handles

Maze: How was it? Chloe: What are you doing in here?! Maze: What? I heard you scream, so I ran in to see if you were in danger. [amused] Then I figured out what was really going on. So I stayed to watch the show.

Love Handles

Charlotte: Detective Dan: Counselor. Lucifer: Douche. Dan: Dick. Charlotte: Well, I suppose that's my cue.

Love Handles

Oh! To Love Is to Die. Impressive work. I mean, to be a man playing a woman playing a man. It's absolutely dizzying. [off Chloe's look] What? Should I have said "spoiler"?

Love Handles

Chloe: [to a suspect about his e-mail user name] You are "DMan69", yeah? Lucifer: That's a very clever play on words, by the way. Was "nevergetslaid#1" taken?

Love Handles

Lucifer: [reading, chuckling] "You pathetic sad sack. No wonder you didn't get tenure. Your experiments are as ugly as you are." Well said, Detective. Dan: [alarmed, but trying to be sarcastic] Seriously? Insulting a serial killer? That's an awesome idea. Lucifer: Thank you. Also, his mask is a bit lame. Could've been much creepier. Put that in. [Chloe does]

Love Handles

You still don't get it. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. But I needed people to understand I'm not a monster. I'm human. You call it biology, call it God. But choice is an illusion. I didn't have one when I pulled myself out of that burning car. And I certainly don't have one now. You'll understand soon enough. [cuts his throat, killing himself]

A Good Day to Die

I have a paralyzing fear of the place, but I would face a thousand Hells to save my son.

Candy Morningstar

Linda: And what about Detective Decker? I thought you two had become... close. Lucifer: Well, everything I felt for her was smoke and mirrors, courtesy of dear old Dad. I mean, he clearly expected me to zig, and so I zagged. Linda: And does Chloe know that you've... zagged Candy?

Candy Morningstar

Charlotte: Tell me more about you and Lucifer. What comes next for you two lovebirds? Did he say anything about, uh, I don't know,... matricide? Candy Morningstar: No, I think the mattress in the penthouse is pretty new.

Candy Morningstar

Chloe: You really told Lucifer where I was? Since when do you guys talk. Dan: Since he helped me save your life.

Candy Morningstar

Lucifer: [looking over his arm] There's not a scratch, Detective. Impressive marksmanship. Chloe: Actually, I was aiming for you.

Candy Morningstar

Charlotte: Since I escaped Hell, all I've wanted is to get back to the Silver City. To reunite our family. Lucifer: You're still fantasizing about heavenly rebellion? Just let it go, Mum. Been there, done that, big fall. Charlotte: But that's just it. Why do you think you lost that fight? Lucifer: Oh, I don't know, let's have a think, shall we? Not enough cardio? The fact that dear old Dad's slightly almighty?

Deceptive Little Parasite

Linda: [referring to the gates of Heaven] Do you mean actual gates? Like big and pearly? Are we talking clouds? Harps? Old dudes in white robes? Lucifer: And my Dad is Morgan Freeman? Focus, Doctor.

Deceptive Little Parasite

Teacher: Trixie. Do you have any feelings you want to use? I know it's only your first time, but... Trixie: I feel sad. Teacher: Okay. Why? Trixie: Because... my mommy almost died. Her job is scary. But she has to help so many other people with their problems. I don't want her to worry about mine. So I pretend I'm okay. Lucifer: [gently] Well, welcome to the club of parental deceit, child. It's a lonely place, but that's the price of being clever.

Deceptive Little Parasite

Lucifer: Since when can you hit so hard? Charlotte: My strength has been growing steadily. Lucifer: As is your recklessness, it seems. I mean, what did you expect me to do? Stab you with the blade and have it be ignited by my joy?

God Johnson

Lucifer: I'll give you one chance to apologize. "God" Johnson: Apologize? You punched me! I'll tell you what I can do; I can forgive you. Lucifer: Taking the high ground now, are we? Magnificent. I may have struck the latest blow, but that is only in response to the litany of offenses that you, dear old dad, have bestowed upon me. "God" Johnson: So, you believe me. Good. Tell me, just what is it you think I've done? Lucifer: Oh, we're going there, are we?! Right, let's see! Um, casting me into hell for eternity because you haven't got the balls to get your own cowardly hands dirty! Manipulating me with the detective, giving me the illusion of control! You are a patronizing, sinister helicopter parent! "God" Johnson: So you think you have no free will? Lucifer: Every bad thing that's happened throughout eternity is your doing, not mine! It's all part of God's plan! Even Mum's coming here and manipulation of me was part of it. "God" Johnson: Your mother's here? Lucifer: Oh! Look who care

God Johnson

"God" Johnson: I am so sorry that you suffered. Charlotte: Well, I suppose I should apologize for trying to destroy your precious toy with floods and plagues and whatnot. I guess humanity isn't entirely awful. They did make vodka. Roller coasters. Triple-cream brie.

God Johnson

"God" Johnson: Well, I had no idea you were so angry with me. Lucifer: Really? 'Cause I... I've been pretty upfront about it. "God" Johnson: But to want to destroy me? That's pretty serious. You mind telling me why? Lucifer: Because... Because I'm your son. And you rejected me. "God" Johnson: Oh. Well, then I guess I can't say as I blame you. Fact of the matter is, I don't even remember why I was ever so angry with you to begin with. For what it's worth, I am sorry. I truly am. And I am proud of you, Samael. I'm proud of the man you've become.

God Johnson

Johnson: Hey, They, uh, said we was arguing. If I did or said something to upset you, I apologize. Lucifer: No. No, you were quite lovely, actually. For a brief moment, I thought you were my father. A man for whom I harbor a great deal of resentment. And you said some things that I think I wish he'd always said to me. So, for that, I thank you. Johnson: Well, I guess even a blind squirrel catches a nut every now and then. You take care of yourself. [gets in a taxi] Hey, does this mean you're not angry at your dad anymore? Lucifer: No, I'm not angry. I'm bloody furious. Because I realize that my father would never say those things to me. And for that, I hate him all the more.

Sympathy for the Goddess

Amenadiel: It's Maze. She's angry with you, Brother. Lucifer: [laughs] What, is it Tuesday already?

The Good, the Bad, and the Crispy

Charlotte: What is that? Lucifer: It's... It's nothing. At least for now. This is the real way to move forward, Mum. To create a whole new world. Your own world, without Father. Charlotte: What about you? Amenadiel, my children? Lucifer: You know that if we go back to Heaven, then there will be a war. And in war,... there are always casualties. Charlotte: The last thing I want is to hurt my children. Lucifer: I know. So, please.... Let there be light.

They're Back, Aren't They?

Marcus Pierce: You must be Lucifer. Lucifer: Morningstar. [offers a hand] Pleasure. Pierce: There was an investigation last year. We interviewed, what was it, ninety-two of your sexual partners? I think I'll refrain from physical contact, if you don't mind. [Lucifer chuckles] You don't seem reckless. Narcissistic, hedonistic. That I see. Lucifer: Well, thank you very much. Pierce: Not a compliment. Your file's as long as my johnson. Lucifer: Oh? Quick read, then? Pierce: Hardly. Lucifer: Well, I, for one, don't need a file to ascertain you haven't even had a snog in ages, have you? Pierce: Accurate.

They're Back, Aren't They?

Amenadiel: So what happened? Lucifer: It was terrible, Brother. I was kidnapped. Amenadiel: No, Luci. I meant Mom. Lucifer: Oh. Well, didn't you get my text? Amenadiel: What, you mean the string of nonsensical emojis? Fire, Sword, Doughnut, Spaceman, Clock, Dancing Lady, Flashlight, Thumbs Up. How am I supposed to know what that means? Lucifer: [deciphering] "I ignited the Flaming Sword, used it to cut a hole in space and time, Mum's light flooded through it, then it closed up behind her. All good."

They're Back, Aren't They?

Chloe: Anyhow, it looks like Josh and Steve both come from family money. Basically bought this hotel just to have a place to party. Lucifer: [without a trace of irony] Imagine, buying your own establishment just to fund your decadent lifestyle. It's absurd. Chloe: [deadpan] Yeah, absurd.

They're Back, Aren't They?

Josh: [explaining that he thought a friend was pranking him] It's why I thought you weren't real cops. I mean, a guy named Lucifer and the chick from Hot Tub Hotel? Lucifer: "High School". Hot Tub High School. She wasn't in the sequel.

They're Back, Aren't They?

You a believer? [Amenadiel nods] Well, then whatever it is you're going through, I'm sure it's all part of His plan. I mean, even the most pathetic, sad sack powerless creatures serve a purpose. Like Leo here [a piece of squirrel roadkill]. A van may have cracked his nuts in the middle of the desert, but he's still valuable evidence. That's the thing. You never know when your rock-bottom pain and humiliation can end up helping others. I mean, God works in mysterious ways. So, you just gotta believe that when He crushes your nuts, He does it for a reason.

They're Back, Aren't They?

Amenadiel: Lucifer, I'm not angry with you that you somehow got your wings back, or even that you cut them off again. As foul as that may be. I'm angry with myself. Because somehow, I made you feel like you couldn't confide in me. Lucifer: Well, comparing body parts is never good for the male ego, especially between brothers.

The One with the Baby Carrot

Chloe: [looking through a victim's notebook] So what are these, jokes? Lucifer: A charitable description, Detective. "Avocado, how about avoca-don't?" Would it be rude to throw tomatoes at a corpse?

The One with the Baby Carrot

It's no fun when they torture themselves.

The One with the Baby Carrot

Pierce: This is about the Sinnerman. Lucifer: Right. I see what's happening here. A mysterious figure handing out favors, probably dashing and handsome. You think I'm the Sinnerman. [laughs] The truth is-- Pierce: You're not the Sinnerman. He's smart and calculated. Lucifer: You don't know me. Maybe I am the Sinnerman. Surprise!

The One with the Baby Carrot

I thought this would be a little more... reverential, less angel wing dumpster fire.

The One with the Baby Carrot

Sheila: Jokes don't make a comedian. Everyone has an "itchy butt" joke. It's all about what you do with it. Lucifer: What you do with your itchy butt? Sheila: With the joke!

What Would Lucifer Do?

Rest easy. I'm not a thief. Your valuables are untouched. Unless, of course, you consider your wife a "valuable". In that case, I've touched her several times. Twice this morning.

What Would Lucifer Do?

Chloe: Hey, Lieutenant. You busy? Pierce: Depends what you're gonna ask me next.

What Would Lucifer Do?

Chloe: Lucifer! Lucifer: Detective. Chloe: What is going on here? And how did you get that horse? Lucifer: What horse?

What Would Lucifer Do?

Amenadiel: So, I've been, um, walking a mile in Lucifer's shoes, to learn more about him. To try to understand him. Dan: Bro, what's there to understand? The guy does what he wants, says what he wants, he gets away with it. He parties constantly, he apparently has an endless supply of cash, drives a sick-ass ride (to bartender: "Thanks."), and gets to have sex with a different hot girl every night. Amenadiel: .... What a terrible, lonely existence. Dan: Oh, yeah, yeah. Sounds awful.

What Would Lucifer Do?

There was this, uh, soul that I used to torture back in Hell. And like a good masochist, he'd call the shots. "Burn me. Freeze me. Hurt me." So, I did. And this went on for centuries. Until one day, for some reason, he missed his daily punishment. And when I returned, he was crying. "Please, my King," he said. "Don't ever forget me again.... I promise I'll be good." It was then that I realized he was so full of self-loathing, void of any self-respect, that no matter the depth of my cruelty, whatever minuscule attention I paid gave meaning to his... pointless existence.

Welcome Back, Charlotte Richards

Chloe: Pierce called from the hospital 'cause, apparently, he never stops working. But we have a new case. Lucifer: What, the case of the missing bedpan? Riveting.

Welcome Back, Charlotte Richards

[objecting to the concept of Trixie's swear jar ] I mean, what a ridiculous idea, Bad words? Determined by an arbitrary set of rules, just like my Father's? [hands Trixie two hundred-dollar bills] Here, child. This should buy you plenty of juicy words, you swear away.

Welcome Back, Charlotte Richards

Grace Foley: [to Chloe, thinking she's a model for the sexy commercial being filmed] What... why are your clothes still on?! Lucifer: I ask myself that all the time.

Welcome Back, Charlotte Richards

Lucifer: It's Charlotte time. [boldly enters the interrogation room, sees who's in there] You're not Charlotte. Larry: [a middle-aged man, clearly not Charlotte] And yet, people get us confused, like, all the time. [chuckles] Hi. Larry. Charlotte is busy at the moment, so Richards & Wheeler sent me. Lucifer: [low whisper, to himself] Mother flunker.

Welcome Back, Charlotte Richards

Lucifer: Charlotte, where are you going? Charlotte Richards: To join the Peace Corps, donate my entire savings to an orphanage or build a shelter for blind, one-legged puppies. Lucifer: Well, as long as you're not being over-dramatic.

Vegas with Some Radish

Sorry, is that German? 'Cause if it is, it's absolutely awful. Trust me, I should know. Hitler was a talker. Well, a screamer, actually.

Vegas with Some Radish

Miss Lopez, you are an enigma wrapped in a hoodie under a jaunty ponytail.

Vegas with Some Radish

Chloe: [plays random keys on the piano, mock-imitating Lucifer's accent] "I'm Lucifer Morningstar. I can play the piano and I'm a fancy British man." Linda: Let's go take a peek at his sock drawer. Chloe: [mock outrage] But, Dr. Martin, you're his therapist. Aren't there rules against that? Linda: Trust me. There's nothing I don't know about Lucifer Morningstar. Chloe: Except what's in his sock drawer.

Vegas with Some Radish

[speaking to who he believes is a sleeping Chloe] I'm not exactly sure what you're all doing here, but I imagine it's something to do with the fact that I wasn't. And the truth is... I went to Las Vegas. And even though it was for a very good reason, I didn't tell you because last time I went on a Vegas jaunt, there were some very unpleasant feelings involved. For both of us. And, well, I didn't want to dredge any of those up again. So, I bluffed. But I've come to realize that perhaps bluffing is the same as lying, and that's, as you know, something I never want to do. [gently caresses Chloe's back] Especially to you.

Vegas with Some Radish

Well, I thought since I'd never likely penetrate you, I'd commemorate the one time you penetrated me. [shares a laugh with Chloe] So, Happy Birthday, Detective.

Off the Record

Lucifer: I have a story for you, Reporter. One I've never told a human soul before. I take no part in who goes to Hell. Reese: Then who does? Lucifer: You humans. [chuckles] You send yourselves, driven down by your own guilt, forcing yourselves to relive your sins over and over. And the best part? The doors aren't locked. You could leave any time. It says something that no one ever does, doesn't it?

Chloe Does Lucifer

Benji: You're not paparazzi? Oh, thank God. Lucifer: Ugh. Man, the things Dad gets credit for.

The Sin Bin

Pierce: Well I'm here. This couldn't have waited until morning? Lucifer: Time-sensitive, I'm afraid. In a way, the opposite. Pierce: Just tell me what you want. Lucifer: Right. Well, we're both familiar with the accomplice theory, that our blind barbarian had someone working for him. ["Yeah."] Well it occurred to me that…what if the Sinnerman was the one working for someone else? What if he was the accomplice? Exhibit A. [he pulls out the photo of the young Sinnerman] Here is Mr. Sinnerman as a child, with a man he seems very close to. Interesting birthmark. It's a very similar shape to your military tattoo, actually, wouldn't you agree? ["So?"] Well, so it stands to reason that this man would be very very old by now. Or, if he isn't, he'd have to be…[laughs] immortal. Pierce: [stone-faced] An immortal crime boss. Just like you're the Devil. Lucifer: Ha. Yes, I know, it does sound absurd, doesn't it? So, as such, there's really only one way to prove my theory. [reaches over the bar] Wh

City of Angels?

Female jogger: Nice suit. Lucifer: Thank you very much. Female jogger: My grandpa had one just like it. Lucifer: Grandfather? But.... This was the height of fashion last time I visited.

City of Angels?

How can someone who can literally control time have such atrocious timing?

City of Angels?

Lucifer: [regarding piano music at an outdoor bar] Oh. Brother, listen to that. Ah. I haven't heard music like that since, well, since the Silver City. Amenadiel: What, there's no music in Hell? Lucifer: Only for torture and usually out of tune. Lately, we've been playing music by this chap named Bieber. Gosh, you should hear the screams.

City of Angels?

Amenadiel: Thanks for your help. I mean, I will admit that I was a bit skeptical of your plan, but this might actually work. Lucifer: Yes, of course it'll work, Brother. That's why you asked me, remember? Someone crafty, smart-- Amenadiel: And evil. [laughs good-naturedly] Lucifer: [a bit stunned] Evil? Amenadiel: Well, if you want to find a deplorable criminal, you just ask... Well, you know what I mean, Luci. Come on. You are the Devil, after all.

All About Her

[to Pierce about how he takes his coffee] Cream? Sugar? Or do you take it dark and bitter, like your soul?

All About Her

Pierce: I have walked this Earth for thousands of years. I have seen everything, I have done everything. I have watched everything I've ever known turn to ashes over and over again. Lucifer: Oh, it's almost like you're in-- Pierce: Hell? Yeah.

'Til Death Do Us Part

Cain: Lucifer? Lucifer? Hello, Lucifer? Cain: If it were that easy to kill me, I'd have been dead a long time ago! Lucifer: Right, have you tried... grenade down the throat? Cain: Yes. Lucifer: [crosses it off] Acid bath? Cain: Mmm-hmm. Lucifer: [crosses it off] Devoured by wolves? Cain: Yes. Lucifer: [getting exasperated] Dropped into helicopter blades? Cain: Mmm-hmm. I've been trying to kill myself since the Bronze Age. I have tried everything. Even jumped into a volcano once. Lucifer: What, you survived molten lava? Cain: Yeah, it was a rough six months. Whatever I do, I just... regrow. Lucifer: Like a blue-eyed, square-jawed tapeworm. So, if I cut you exactly in half, would there be two Pierces? Cain: No. Only one side would heal. I call it the master molecule theory— Lucifer: Yes, yes, Wolverine rules. I get it.

'Til Death Do Us Part

Cain: Why are you doing this? Lucifer: Well, how am I supposed to solve the mystery of how to kill you if I don't under stand you first? Your strengths, your weaknesses. Because everyone has a kryptonite, Lieutenant.

'Til Death Do Us Part

Chloe: Pierce! Lieutenant, you're still here. D-does that mean you've decided to stay or...? Cain: Yeah, at least for now. Chloe: Oh! That's great! That's really, really great. Cain: Two "reallys"? Really?

My Brother's Keeper

Ah, the diamond industry. Truly the greatest trick someone other than me played on the world. Thousands of dollars for lumps of old coal. Incredible.

My Brother's Keeper

Lucifer: How do know so much about diamonds? Chloe: Well, I've watched enough Real Housewives to fake it with the best of them.

My Brother's Keeper

Cain: By chance, do you have any idea how annoying it is to be an immortal human being? Amenadiel: I can't say that I do. Cain: Oh, well, let me enlighten you. You see, first you get to watch everyone you love die, over and over. And that sucks. And on top of that, it's boring. I've been everywhere there is to go, I've tried every kind of food. Sex, music... Nothing surprises me anymore, Amenadiel: Have you tried Game of Thrones?

My Brother's Keeper

Amenadiel: You wouldn't. Cain: I killed my own brother. What makes you think I wouldn't kill some random person to finally have peace? Maybe the guy wearing the scarf indoors, no one will miss him.

My Brother's Keeper

Lucifer: Miss Lopez puts a lot of faith in you, and losing that faith would hurt her. And I won't allow that to happen. Jay Lopez: [hands over a bag of stolen diamonds] I'll get my act together, I promise. Lucifer: No need to promise, Jay Lopez. Because I'll be watching you, and if you ever disappoint her again, [eyes glimmer for a second] I'll come for you.

High School Poppycock

Lucifer: Daniel. Your head is mostly empty. Dan: [distracted] Huh? Lucifer: Exactly, and yet you manage to do this improv thing.

High School Poppycock

Chloe: Who's Todd Cornwell? Ella: Exacty. Todd Cornwell... Class loner, acne, Coke-bottle glasses, whole bit. Went to college overseas, and when I stalked Kathleen's classmates online, Todd was the only one with zero social media presence. Chloe: Lucifer. You could go as Todd. Dan: Yeah. No, seriously. Look, he looks just like you. Lucifer: Has all that masturbation finally caught up with your eyesight, Daniel? No one would believe that, even if I tell them I've had a face and body transplant.

High School Poppycock

You know, a high school reunion is a very popular torture in Hell.

Infernal Guinea Pig

Cain: Back up. My brother is in Hell? Lucifer: Yes, of course. In fact, he's our oldest tenant. Cain: I knew it. Do you know how many times I've tried to tell people? Abel is the asshat. No one ever believes me.

Infernal Guinea Pig

Lucifer: Well, how much do you hate your brother on a scale of one to ten? Cain: One thousand, infinity, plus one.

Let Pinhead Sing!

Chloe: What were you thinking, tackling somebody with a knife? Lucifer: It's not me I was worried about, Detective.

The Angel of San Bernardino

I know the only thing that matters to you more than Chloe—you. Easiest way to spin you around is to delve into those daddy issues. "I can't get rid of my wings! Daddy's controlling me! Wah wah wah."

Anything Pierce Can Do I Can Do Better

Linda: The truth is, no one really knows what your Dad's responsible for. We're all just guessing. Even you. But do you know the one thing He can't control? What you do in this moment, right now. So I ask you, the Devil,.... What do you... truly desire? Lucifer: .... I want her (Chloe) to choose me. Linda: Then tell her.

Quintessential Deckerstar

Package Deliveryman: [to Lucifer] You Dan Espinoza? Lucifer: How dare you?

A Devil of My Word

Lucifer: I promised you…that I would find a way to kill you. [breaks Cain's wrist, forces his arm back to stab him with his own knife, and knocks him to the floor] I am a devil of my word! Cain: [mortally wounded] Is Chloe okay? Lucifer: She's fine. No thanks to you. Cain: [struggling to breathe and laughing] Now that I'm dying, I don't know what I was so afraid of. I'm going to Heaven. Lucifer: You really believe that? Cain: I told you, Lucifer, I don't regret anything I've done. Lucifer: Yes. But, that was before you killed Charlotte Richards. Cain: No. No, that was an accident. Lucifer: Oh, you pulled the trigger. You ended her life. You chose to kill her. Deep down, you know you're a monster…and that you belong in Hell, where you will torture yourself with that truth for eternity. 'Cause no matter what you tell yourself…you can't outrun what you've done. [his eyes glow red and the skin on his face crackles with electricity] What you truly are. Cain: And neither can you. [he laughs,

Once Upon A Time

Amazing what changing one tiny detail can do. A butterfly flaps its wings, and good friends are strangers.... People accuse me of being controlling. And yes, I may have put Chloe in Lucifer's path. But what if I didn't? Would they still get together?

Once Upon A Time

[to Dan] Well, if it isn't Detective Dildo of the L.A.P.D. You still out there leaving crimes unsolved?

Once Upon A Time

John Decker: I know I've made mistakes, Chlo. Lots of them. But, honey, I've never underestimated you. Chloe: Then how come any time I've ever shown any interest in your job, you either change the subject or you push me away? John Decker: Because you're way smarter than me. You're more headstrong than your mother. And it scared me. I mean, what if you wanted to become a cop? Chloe: What if I did? John Decker: Oh, Monkey. I've been shot at, beat up, chased by a naked guy with a harpoon once. And none of those things scare me as much as thinking of you in those situations. It was never about whether you could handle it. It was whether I could. And I'm sorry. But a parent just wants what's best for their child.

Once Upon A Time

Choice is a funny thing. Give someone different options, different circumstances, will they themselves end up different? Sure, they might end up with a different job, find inspiration from different people. But will they still be the same person at their core? Some might continue down a darker path, never knowing there was a different way. The potential buried deep down, but still there. Some make immoral choices instead of moral ones. But they will still have the same conscience. The question is, will they ever make the choice to listen to it? And sometimes, it isn't the right moment in someone's life to make a certain choice. And no matter how badly you want to nudge them in the right direction,... you know they need to find it on their own. And some people find love in the strangest of situations, and are, somehow, happier for it.... And some, no matter how you shake things up, end up making the same choices, are drawn to the same people, the same passions. So all seems to have ende

Everything's Okay

Lucifer: Detective,... Are you okay with... me? Chloe: Well, it's not like you haven't always told me the truth. You know? So... I think, deep down, I just... I always knew. Lucifer: But how does it make you feel? Afraid? Terrified? Do you want to yell at me? Punch me in the face? Run away again? Chloe: I.. I think I just want to get back to work. Lucifer: That's all? Chloe: That's all. [walks off] Lucifer: What the f-- [Theme music plays]

Everything's Okay

Lucifer: [staring right into Ella's eyes] I'm the Devil. Chloe: [growing concerned] Lucifer, what are you doing? Lucifer: Detective, it's time Miss Lopez finally knew the truth. [to Ella, still holding her eyes] I am the angel who led a rebellion against my Father, God. I was banished to Hell afterwards where I ruled as King over the souls of the damned. Ella: [softly] Lucifer, it all makes sense now. Ella: Dammit, I tried to keep a straight face, I really did. Man. How? How do you stay in character like that? Lucifer: [strained amusement] Well, it's simple really. It's all true.

Everything's Okay

Reynolds: Look, I'm sorry, but when you're dealing with someone like Bob the Knob,-- Lucifer: Sorry. Seriously? "Bob the Knob"? [laughs] What was he in Witness Protection for? Bad porn?

Everything's Okay

It's not your job to punish, Marshall Reynolds. It's mine.

Everything's Okay

Reynolds: Jesus. Lucifer: Not quite.

Somebody's Been Reading Dante's Inferno

Ella: [explaining a reality show prop] This... is the Teflon Totem. Only one... is hidden on The Cabin per season. You find this bad boy and you are safe from elimination. Guess where I found it. Lucifer: Well, if it keeps you safe from elimination, I'd say tucked right up in the-- Ella: Melinda's pocket! Isn't that crazy?

Somebody's Been Reading Dante's Inferno

Ira the Beardy Hipster: Secrets are part of the game. But they're part of life, too. At the end of the day, aren't we all putting on a facade? Lucifer: I know I am. [whispers to Chloe] Pretending like these people don't stink like a pack of wildebeests. Do they actually bathe on this show? Kylie: I can hear you. Lucifer: Can you? But can you smell me?

Somebody's Been Reading Dante's Inferno

Chloe: So... you don't bite the heads off of children? Lucifer: No, of course not. I detest the little creatures. And I'd certainly never put one in my mouth.

Somebody's Been Reading Dante's Inferno

Chloe: [pressing the ax blade gently on Lucifer's bare chest] If I pushed this into your chest,... It would kill you. Lucifer: Yes. Chloe: Because I'm close to you. Lucifer: Yes. Chloe: But you jumped in front of it anyway. Lucifer: Yes. And I would do it again. And again. Don't you know that, Detective?

O, Ye of Little Faith, Father

Father Kinley: You see, I'm not a normal priest. Lucifer: [laughs] Was there ever such a thing? Father Kinley: I mean I'm not a normal priest in the sense that I don't have my own congregation. I am a... I'm an investigator. For the Vatican. [offers a business card] Lucifer: Vatican investigator? Sounds like a soon-to-be-cancelled TV show.

O, Ye of Little Faith, Father

Lucifer: Brother. You look like I feel. Amenadiel: No, I'm pretty sure that my issues are much bigger than yours. Trust me. Lucifer: I think we all know nothing is bigger than mine. The strangest thing just happened-- Amenadiel: Linda's pregnant. Lucifer: We'll call it a tie.

O, Ye of Little Faith, Father

What do you do when someone has betrayed you? Normally, I'd go straight to punishment. Fire, brimstone. Public humiliation via YouTube.

O, Ye of Little Faith, Father

[to Father Kinley] A ceremony to banish the Devil to Hell? That is priceless. [laughs] No, seriously, you all need to take End of Days out of the Vatican Movie Night rotation. Definitely not one of Arnold's best.

O, Ye of Little Faith, Father

Chloe: I arrested Father Kinley, so you don't have to worry about him coming after you anymore. Lucifer: I don't care that he was trying to hurt me. I care that you were.

All About Eve

Eve: People always forget... I didn't choose Adam. I was created for him. Turns out an arranged existence kind of takes the spark out of things. [sighs] We got along just fine, but I don't think he ever really loved me. Not the real me, you know. Lucifer: It hurts, not being accepted for who you are.... I.. I would imagine.

All About Eve

Lucifer: Sorry I'm not up for more tonight. Eve: Yeah. Where'd my fun Luce go? Lucifer: I'm still fun. Just... caught me at a bad time is all. Eve: I get it. Can't expect the Devil to suddenly make his life all about Eve. [both smile at the reference]

All About Eve

Nurse: [performing an ultrasound on Linda] Okay, do you see that little protrusion right there? You're having a boy. Amenadiel: A boy? Maze: Better luck next time. Amenadiel: Do you see a second protrusion anywhere? Maybe even a third? Nurse: Uh, typically, there's only one penis. Amenadiel: Nah. I was looking for the wings.

All About Eve

Lucifer: Hello there, I'm Lucifer. Lucifer Morning-- Model: Yes. Lucifer: Yes to what? Model: Anything. Lucifer: [pleased] Still got it.

All About Eve

[About Lucifer] I miss him. I mean, he pisses me off all the time. And there are so many things about him that... that I find hard to accept, but I just have to believe I can find a way. Because... I'd rather have him in my life than not.

Expire Erect

[handing his car keys to a valet] Return it with so much as a scratch and I'll see you in Hell.

Expire Erect

See? Didn't have to chase him at all. He got tired. [Chloe groans] Oh, come on, I thought that was one of my better puns.

Expire Erect

Amenadiel: Eve. What are you doing here? Did you hurt Lucifer? Eve: Only when he asked me nicely.

Expire Erect

For our next case, try not to bring a trigger-happy murderer to one of my parties. It kills the buzz.

Expire Erect

Amenadiel: After all that you've been through, Chloe, what you're worried about most is what's best for those that you care about. No wonder your dad is so proud of you. Chloe: Oh, that's sweet, but you know, my dad, he... Chloe: He... [realizes] Oh! Right. Thank you.

Orgy Pants to Work

Eve: "Maze"? As in "Mazikeen of the Lilim"? Oh. Oh, wow. I am so grateful to you. I mean, this world is full of dumbass rules. You know, "No drugs for breakfast!" or 'Put on some clothes!". But you. For years, you've been the keeper of Lucifer's devilish flame. He just forgot to mention you were so damn hot. Maze: [to Lucifer] I like her.

Orgy Pants to Work

Herb: [on Julian McCaffrey] That millennial pervert has turned our little slice of heaven into a devil's playground! Lucifer: Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Orgy Pants to Work

Remiel: How can human women wear these torture devices? What are they called? Amenadiel: Jeans.

Orgy Pants to Work

Eve: I'm not angry. I mean, I was. But then I had a lot of time to think. And I realize I used to be just like you, with Adam. I wanted Adam to love me so badly that I devoted myself to becoming something I wasn't. In order to please him. I wanted to be Adam's ideal woman. But then I realized something. I was never going to be Adam's ideal woman because, spoiler alert, I'm not Lilith. I'm me. Yeah, I spent so much time trying to be whatever Adam wanted me to be that I never once stopped to think what I wanted, who I'd been all along. Guess who helped me figure that out? Lucifer: If it's not me, then this is a terrible story.

Orgy Pants to Work

Dan: [irate] Seriously? For all we know, someone could've put it in there at one of your latest sex parties. Lucifer: Have you ever been to a sex party, Daniel? We don't pass notes to each other.

Devil Is As Devil Does

Chloe: This isn't gonna work. Lucifer: No, I agree. A gingham pocket square can be a bit aggressive, but I'm feeling it.

Devil Is As Devil Does

Lucifer: [Showing Eve the station] Oh, that's Daniel. He's a douche again. Eve: Oh. Shall we punish him, too? Lucifer: Believe me, his existence is punishment enough.

Devil Is As Devil Does

Chloe: Golden gun. It's unique and it sounds familiar. Lucifer: Yes, Roger Moore's Bond films. Perhaps our killer's Scaramanga, the man with three nipples.

Devil Is As Devil Does

Chloe: Lucifer, this is not who you are. I think Eve is a bad influence on you. Lucifer: This has nothing to do with her. It's who I am. I punish people. Chloe: So do I. But like I said, there is a right way and there is a wrong way. Lucifer: And what makes you the authority on right and wrong? Chloe: Because I'm a cop and it's the law. Lucifer: Well, I'm the Devil! [gets angrier and more agitated] I ruled Hell. Bad people were sent to me so they could get what they deserve, and it is my job to do the same here on Earth, because when I don't.... When I don't, bad things happen.

Devil Is As Devil Does

Trixie: ['interrogating' Eve] Where do you live? Eve: Here. Trixie: Where are you from? Eve: Far away. I came here for Lucifer. Trixie: Keep the commentary to yourself, lady. Have you ever been married? Eve: Yes. It didn't work out. Trixie: How come? Eve: We weren't right for each other. Trixie: What do you do for work? Eve: I don't. Pretty much just get to be me. Trixie: Well,... that's kinda cool. What's your favorite color? Eve: Red, what's yours? Trixie: I'm asking the questions. Lucifer: Would you excuse me whilst I do something less mind-numbingly boring like, uh, color-sort my suits?

Super Bad Boyfriend

Amenadiel: I have a favor to ask you. Apparently, there is a tradition here on Earth to ask someone to be a back-up parent in case something happens to the child's real parents. Lucifer: Are you seriously asking me, Evil incarnate, to be the child's godfather? Ha! The irony.

Super Bad Boyfriend

Chloe: Father Kinley had been asking to see me, so I finally went. [getting nervous] He told me about... a prophecy. Lucifer: [scoffs] Right. What is it this time? Frogs about to start falling from the sky, or... perhaps winter is coming.

Super Bad Boyfriend

Eve: Tonight, a friend helped me realize that...[sighs] I'm great. No. You know what? I'm awesome. And... I deserve to be treated well. Lucifer: You're right. And you are... so much more than awesome, Eve. You have a light inside you that brightens the world, and a smile so infectious that it captures the heart of anyone lucky enough to see it. And I'm sorry for the way that I've treated you lately. You don't deserve that.

Super Bad Boyfriend

Amenadiel: [icy calm] I know who did this. Lucifer: I'll drive.

Super Bad Boyfriend

There is something rotten inside of me. I find it near impossible to drown out the constant cacophony of voices whispering in my ear, telling me "I. Am. Evil." [shouts] I'm drowning, Doctor! And I can't stop asking myself... [gasping]... Why do I hate myself so much?!?

Save Lucifer

Stop! "Hammer time!" [off Chloe and Lucifer's looks] 'She was killed with a hammer! Come on, guys, I've been waiting years to do that one.

Save Lucifer

Amenadiel: [considering baby names] What about the name, uh, "Zoriel"? That's a good name for a warrior. We can call him "Zori" for short. Or "Ezekiel". "Zeke". Linda: Yeah. Um,... I was thinking about the name... "Jack". Amenadiel: Hmm. Mm. [considers] Short for "Jackiel". [off Linda's look] We could definitely put that on the list. Right after "Azmortiel".

Save Lucifer

Lucifer: I can't go downstairs, Detective. Between my sunglasses, scarf and gloves, I'll look like Stevie Wonder on a snow day. Chloe: [pulls out a full-face white porcelain Devil mask] Don't worry. I got you covered.

Save Lucifer

Eve: [to a mortally-wounded Father Kinley] You... You can... you can deliver the message. This is your way of stopping the prophecy. When you head down there, you tell them to come and get their king, okay? You tell them to come and help me save Lucifer! Father Kinley: [sputtering] Why... why would you think... I'm going to Hell? Eve: Just a hunch. [Kinley dies]

Save Lucifer

I'm not gonna let you use me as am excuse to avoid dealing with what is behind all of this. You always talk about how much you hate being blamed for humanity's sins. You know, "The Devil made me do it", and I think I know why you hate it so much, because deep down, you blame yourself just as much, if not more. You have to stop taking responsibility for things you can't control. Lucifer,... you need to forgive yourself.

Who's Da New King of Hell?

Chloe: Hm. You're in a good mood. Lucifer: Well. The world will not be destroyed because I forgave myself. So I'd say that's a pretty darn good day for me and all mankind for that matter, so... you're welcome. Chloe: [trying to be discreet] So, um... it's all... totally gone? The red skin, the devil wings. No more flare-ups? Lucifer: It's not hemorrhoids, Detective

Who's Da New King of Hell?

[to Linda] Oh, enjoy your child. Have him ring me when he's old enough to go to strip clubs.

Who's Da New King of Hell?

[in demon voice] Now bow down... to your King. [All the demons obey, even a reluctant Dromos] You do not belong here. Go HOME !!

Really Sad Devil Guy

[upset that Lucifer did't say goodbye to her] As far as I'm concerned, Lucifer can, well,... He can go to Hell.

Really Sad Devil Guy

Maze: Looks like we're gonna need to pay Doug a visit. Chloe: A guy like Doug's gonna-- Maze: Lawyer up? Chloe: First sign of police. Maze: We need-- Chloe: Leverage. Maze: I know what you're thinking. Chloe: Might be the only way. Maze: But what about-- Chloe: It's dangerous. Maze: Then what if we-- Chloe: He'll see it coming. Maze: [thinks, then smiles] I have an idea. Chloe: .... Absolutely not, Maze. You should be ashamed of yourself. Maze: Fine! Fine! We'll do it your way. Chloe: Good.

Really Sad Devil Guy

Dan: Amenadiel, you gotta stop playing vigilante. You can't make citizen's arrests on jaywalkers and littering. Amenadiel: There was a sign. It was clearly forbidden. Dan: The kid was three years old.

Really Sad Devil Guy

Gromos: [coughing up blood] Oh, man. I'm so sorry. That's gross. Hey, are you the detective? I'm a demon, and Lord Lucifer sent me to give you a message about the case. Chloe: [softly] Lucifer. [to Gromos] How is he? Gromos: Uh, he's the King of Hell, so he's great.

Really Sad Devil Guy

Excuses! They're like arseholes. Everybody's got one, but nobody wants to hear it.

Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!

Lucifer: There must be something you're not telling us. Sharon Osbourne: Not to speak ill of the dead, but Judy was a bit of a party pooper. We had about five books the entire time we were in there, and she managed to spoil the endings to all of them. Chloe: [imitating Lucifer's normal interrogation style] Yeah? What'd you do, bite the head off a bat? Stab her in her sorry space ass? Huh, Shar-ron?! Sharon Osbourne: Actually, that was my husband that bit the head of a bat. Chloe: [shouting] Oh, come on! You're lying. Lucifer: I apologize for my partner. That was very unprofessional. Sharon Osbourne: It's quite all right. By the way, I never managed to thank you for all the things you did for Ozzy. From one Prince of Darkness to another, right? [laughs] Lucifer: Yes. Well done.

Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!

Maze: How could you? After everything we've been through, Lucifer, how could you go home without me? "Lucifer": [in an American accent] I'm not Lucifer! I'm not Lucifer! I'm not Lucifer! Maze: Lucifer told me he had a twin brother. Michael: And you are Mazikeen. Nice to meet you. I'm Michael.

Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!

Aragorn, that's not your sword. [to Chloe and Michael, embarrassed] I'm.. I'm totally awake. I'm awake.

Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!

[after shooting Michael in the thigh] Once, I shot Lucifer to prove he was the Devil, and now I'm shooting you to prove you're not. [Michael raises his hand and reveals he is not wounded.]

Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!

Michael: Ow! You know that won't kill me. Chloe: Yeah, but it makes me feel better. [shoots him again]

¡Diablo!

Lucifer: My slopey-shouldered brother is pulling a prank hardly worthy of Saved by the Bell in order to humiliate me. Amenadiel: This isn't about you, Luci. Michael's threatened Charlie's safety. Lucifer: Oh, please. Michael needles peoples fears. It's what he does. But we also know he's all bark and no bite. Don't you remember, growing up? He'd get under your skin with one of his schemes, then you'd give him one of your atomic wedgies, and that'd be that. Amenadiel: I don't think a wedgie's gonna do it this time.

¡Diablo!

Lucifer: [regarding Michael] Every word that comes out of that admittedly dashing face is a lie. Chloe: Oh, well, that's a relief, because he said something so insane, I, well, obviously knew it had to be a lie. Lucifer: [groans] Did he claim he's friends with Elvis? 'Cause, for one, the King's still alive and I'm the only one who knows where.

¡Diablo!

Diablo: [an actor playing a character 'inspired' by Lucifer] But let me tell you something. I've been doing this job for seven episodes now, and if there's one thing I've learned, it's why people kill. Lucifer: Oh? Diablo: It's 'cause they yearn for something. You want to find the killer, figure out their yearning. Lucifer: Right. Isn't there a better word for that? Diablo: No.

¡Diablo!

Chloe/Detective Dancer: [simultaneously] Freeze! L.A.P.D.! Drop the gun! Chloe: Wait. I'm a real cop with a real gun. That's a prop. Put it down. Detective Dancer: [an actress playing a character loosely based on Chloe] Sorry. Force of habit. [chuckles] Lucifer: Well, that little showdown will be fueling my fantasies for the next few millennia.

¡Diablo!

Lucifer: All right. I get it, Detective. You're struggling with feeling like you can't cope. Well, welcome to the bloody club! Chloe: You have no right to yell at me. Our situations are nothing alike. You are a angel. You deal with celestial craziness all the time. I am just a person, Lucifer. Just a person who was already dealing with the fact that I'm in love with the Devil, and then.... I find out that I was made... to feel that way. [getting emotional] That my life isn't my own, so I am sorry if your brother is a jerk to you sometimes.

It Never Ends Well for the Chicken

Lilith: Lucifer, that ring is the only thing in the entire Universe that means anything to me. I'm going to get it back. And you are going to help me. Lucifer: Uh-huh. And why would I do that? Lilith: Because you owe me. Lucifer: [realizing] Right. That. The Devil solving crime. It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.

It Never Ends Well for the Chicken

Sorry. Got lost in a daydream, on account of your problem being so extraordinarily boring.

It Never Ends Well for the Chicken

[to Willy the Sausage Prince (who resembles Dan in Lucifer's retelling)] Quite a unique fellow, aren't you? There's a word to describe you, but I can't quite put my finger on it. It's like a shower, but French. Oh, I'm sure it'll come to me.

It Never Ends Well for the Chicken

Trixie: Huh? Lucifer: Forget it, Trix. It's Chinatown. Trixie: It's what? Lucifer: Never mind. Would you like to hear the rest of the story or not?

It Never Ends Well for the Chicken

Lily Rose (the now-mortal Lilith): Lucifer told you that I was here, didn't he? You'd think the Devil would be better at keeping his trap shut. Maze: No, I found you all on my own. Have you... been here all this time? Lily: I gave something a shot. It didn't work out. Maze: That's it? That's all you have to say to me? Lily: What do you want from me? Maze: I wanted to come and see you.... I wanted to know why you abandoned us. Why you abandoned me. Lily: I did it to make you strong, and it worked. Just look at you. I can see you don't need anyone. Maze: Yeah.... Look at me. [turns and leaves]

Detective Amenadiel

Lucifer: Let me get this straight. I just spent millennia down there diligently doing everything He asked without complaint, and you have one sleepover in Hell and Dad tells you your watch is over? Amenadiel: Well, you know Father works in-- Lucifer: If you finish that sentence, I will punch you in your "mysterious ways."

Detective Amenadiel

Dan: I gotta tell Chloe. Lucifer: Well, as long as it speeds things along. Dan: It actually might be a new lead. Great work, Lucifer. Lucifer: Take that back!

Detective Amenadiel

Chloe: Why would Destiny Page (a pop singer) be calling a nun at a convent that she wants to buy? Amenadiel: [mildly enthused] Well, her latest album was a testament to a new-found faith, and the one that she's working on now is supposed to continue in that vein. Amenadiel: Please don't tell Lucifer. Chloe: Your secret's safe with me.

Detective Amenadiel

Amenadiel: I admire you. Chloe: Oh, yeah? Amenadiel: Yeah. You hit dead end after dead end, but you still keep on searching. Doesn't deter you. In fact, it only drives you to try harder. Chloe: You make me sound like a sadist.[Amenadiel chuckles.]

Detective Amenadiel

Amenadiel: Men, women, they're all drawn to (Lucifer) because he pulls out people's desires. But what if the reason that they're drawn to him is because of that? Chloe: So you're saying Lucifer... reflects people's desires back to them.

Detective Amenadiel

Amenadiel: Well, who wouldn't want to be with their greatest desire? Chloe: Well, yes, I... I agree, but when I look at him, I-I-I don't see that. Which would mean... Amenadiel: That you're the only mortal who sees him... for who he truly is. Chloe: [gasps] So... So everything we shared and... Everything I was afraid was a manipulation-- Amenadiel: Is as real as it gets. You're not 'the gift', Chloe. That is. Chloe: Lucifer, if thats true, if you choose to be vunerable around me, then i choose to be vunerable around you. [ they both lean forward and kiss]

BlueBallz

Chloe: [referring to the victim] Okay, Ella, what do we have? Ella: BlueBallz. Lucifer: You, too?

BlueBallz

Maze: [to Linda] You missed our coffee date. Linda: Oh, my gosh, Maze. Is it morning? I'm so sorry. We've been up all night. You're welcome to stay, but it's kind of loud. Maze: Pain and suffering. [chuckles] Music to my ears.

BlueBallz

Dan: [regarding Chloe's ex-boyfriend] God, I hate that guy. They broke up right before I met Chloe. But I always kind of felt like I was living in his shadow, you know? I don't know if it's the whole 'first love' thing or what. I swear, there's a part of Chloe that will never get over his stupid chiseled face. [off Lucifer's look] Sorry, man. Lucifer: There's no need to apologize. The detective had a child with you, and I've never felt the slightest bit threatened. But you're right. He does have a stupid face.

BlueBallz

Ella: Oh, my God, Maze. I know what you're doing, okay? And pretending to be me is stupid. I... I am clearly no role model. I'm just a magnet for losers. [points to the Bad Boy she had been kissing] Bad Boy: Bitch [leaves] Ella: See? Maze: Well, I was just you for two full hours, and being genuinely nice like that... literally the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. But maybe you're right, Ella. If all you think you deserve is some loser like that... maybe I should learn from someone else.

BlueBallz

[talking down a gun-wielding suspect] Listen. You let your friends get into your head. You should have just talked to (your wife). I, I get it. [stammering, emotional] I've been there, but you have to tell her how you feel. That sometimes she drives you crazy, that she can be incredibly challenging... and headstrong and frustrating... but also... incredible. And that, despite everything,... you... you just want to be with him. [sighs] Her! Her.

Our Mojo

Lucifer: Good morning, Detective. Chloe: Good morning. Lucifer: Are you cold? Chloe: Cold? No, why? Lucifer: Odd. Given that Hell was supposed to freeze over. Chloe: [laughs] Right, 'cause I said that I wouldn't have sex with you until Hell... Yes, yes, you think you're very funny. Lucifer: Oh, I know I'm very funny. [kisses her]

Our Mojo

Maze: I had two rocks when I was growing up. One sharp, one not. Take the sharp one and try to stab things. Take the dull one and try to make it sharp. Amenadiel: That, um... That explains a lot.

Our Mojo

[standing in front of Charlotte Richards' grave] I miss you so much. So damn much, Charlotte. You fought so hard to be a better person. And you made me believe I could be better, too. [sighs] And I'm trying. But I always fall short. And now I've seen something. Something that proves just how important it is to get it right. To be good. [softly whimpers] And the good news is I'm--I'm pretty sure this means that you're in Heaven, just like Amenadiel said. But the bad news is I don't think I'm gonna be joining you. [gets down on his knees sobbing] I'm terrified, Charlotte. F-for me, f-f-for Chloe,... for Trixie! [cries] I need help. I just need help. I need guidance. I need... I need a sign', I need something. Help me. Please. Help me.

Our Mojo

Well, that bodes well.

Our Mojo

Chloe: Because you're vulnerable around me, I sometimes forget how strong you are. How powerful. Lucifer: Less and less, as you're well aware. Chloe: Feeling human, feeling weak, having to rely on other people, it must be so hard, so scary for you. Lucifer: [scoffs] I suppose what I call powerlessness is what everyone else calls a Tuesday.

Spoiler Alert

Chloe: How'd you find out (about Lucifer's true nature)? Dan: [slightly agitated] I saw him that night. With Amenadiel and Charlie. I came back and I saw his... his freaky scary-ass red face! Lucifer: Well, I'm not particularly fond of your face either, Daniel, but you don't see me trying to kill you.

Spoiler Alert

Ella: Time wouldn't change the fact that you are a cold-blooded murderer. Pete: Good point, but you gotta admit, we have a lot in common. Ella: We're nothing alike. Pete: Eh, I wouldn't be so sure. [pauses] There is darkness in you, Ella. I recognized it the very first moment that we met.

Spoiler Alert

Chloe: You know (Michael) taps into people's fears. And yeah, I... Yes, I guess a part of me is afraid. Lucifer: Of what? Chloe: Um... Afraid that you don't... feel the same way that I feel about you. Lucifer: What? Chloe: And... the last thing I want to do is push you into saying something you don't want to, but I know you can't lie. So just tell me, is that... why you haven't said it back? Lucifer: Haven't said what back? [slowly realizes] Oh. I... But Detective, I.... It's... it's complicated. Chloe: [sniffs] All right. Lucifer: No, I-I-I mean,.... Detective, I do, of course I do. It's-- Chloe: [mildly] Right, right. Lucifer: No, Dete-- Chloe. I... [works up the nerve] I lo--

Spoiler Alert

Lucifer: Why would you ever trust Michael? He's a liar! Maze: He's only ever been honest with me. You... You hid my mother from me. Lucifer: How did you--? Lucifer: I'm sorry, Maze, but I gave Lilith my word. Maze: Which is apparently more important to you than I am!

Spoiler Alert

Lucifer: [softly] Dad. Dad/God: Children. You know I hate it when you fight.

Family Dinner

Michael: I know what you're trying to do, and I'm not going to let you ruin this, Samael. Lucifer: Very well... Mike-ael. Michael: It's "Michael". Lucifer: Is it? I mean, we're twins after all. Fairly certain Dad wanted them to rhyme. Dad? Dad/God: I did like the sound of that. "Samael", "Mike-ael". [chuckles] But you boys had other ideas.

Family Dinner

Lucifer: Ooh, for example: Dad! Are you ever going to tell us why Hell suddenly doesn't need a warden any more? Dad/God: I have a good reason. Lucifer: Oh! It's a good reason! Well, that explains it. As always, super clear, thanks Pops. Michael: What are you even complaining about, Lucifer? You got your own kingdom as a reward for bad behavior. Lucifer: [bitterly] Is that how you see it? Being forced to torture souls for hundreds of thousands of years was an 'attaboy'? Sure, I was King of Hell, but I was still in Hell. If that's not a poisoned chalice, I don't know what is! [Lucifer gets out of his seat] You have no idea what that was like, how easy you had it! Michael: "Easy"? [scoffs] I spent my entire life in the worst kind of Hell there is. Amenadiel: Luci, Michael, come on! Lucifer: What could possibly be worse? Michael: Sharing a face with you! Guess what? When your twin is the Lightbringer, turns out you have no choice but to live in the shadows! Lucifer: We were dealt the same

Bloody Celestial Karaoke Jam

Chloe: [referring to the victim] Hey, Ella. You wanna catch Lucifer up? Ella: Oh. Sure. [dramatically serious] So, it was the fourth quarter. It had just hit the two-minute warning. Cathedral High's down by three. But, they've got possession. Cheerleaders-- Chloe: Do you wanna [coughs] just skip to the -- Ella: --flag on the play. Right. Well, poor Steve Rockwell here dropped dead at the fifty-yard line. Chloe: Everyone thought he died of a heart attack, but Ella figured out he was murdered. Ella: Yeah. Someone [holds up an evidence bag] wet his whistle with poison. Lucifer: That blows. Ella: [smiles] Nice.

Bloody Celestial Karaoke Jam

Linda: Has Lucifer done anything recently to anger You? God: Oh, of course not! I'm not angry about anything. Lucifer: Oh, so what, You just banished me to hell for shiggles? Be honest! You were pissed that I threatened Your superhero status and You were dying to punish me! You wanted me to suffer! God: It's impossible to make him happy. If I give my opinion, I'm controlling. If I stand back and let him make his own decisions, I'm the distant father with the mysterious ways. Whatever I do, he assumes the worst possible intentions. Lucifer: That's because nothing is ever good enough for You! "Why don't you have a desk?" "Why doesn't your car have a roof?" "Why is your kitchen just a wall of scotch?"

Bloody Celestial Karaoke Jam

Linda: [to Lucifer] You. You are an archangel. You're able to fly, live forever, coax the desires out of all humanity. Fly. [to God] And You. You are Alighty God. You are the most important being in the entire universe. You made the universe! You did that. You've had millennia to evolve beyond all the petty squabbles that we have down here on Earth. And yet? You haven't. You're basically just like all of us! I mean, maybe even worse, if you consider all the time that you've had to evolve beyond all of this nonsense! I mean, take this father-son discord! So Your son didn't turn out exactly how You'd hoped. So he can't fly! Lucifer: Well, I think we've already established that I can fly. Linda: You know what a good father does? He loves his son, unconditionally! Even if he doesn't have a fancy pair of wings! No matter what, supports him. You smell what I'm cooking?! Lucifer: Usually, she's quite perceptive, but I suppose everyone has an off-day every now and then... God: I believe I smel

Bloody Celestial Karaoke Jam

Lucifer: You know, it was bad enough -- rejecting me, forcing me down to hell. But I had a life here! I had a good thing! The detective, she-- she made me vulnerable, but it was... It was terrifying but it was also amazing because for the first time in my long, hopeless life, I felt something. And then You just turned up and You ruin it! You throw it all away! Why?! God: So full of life that it blinds even you sometimes. Lucifer: What does that mean?! God: It means I understand that you're angry at me. And I'm so very sorry about that. Lucifer: So... You're sorry for me, but You're not sorry for what you've done? God: I didn't say that. But I will say that I cannot fix you, Lucifer. Lucifer: But you're God!

Resting Devil Face

The Colonel: [referring to Dad] Lucifer, I see where you get your business acumen and your charm. Lucifer: Oh, wrong on both counts. He just gave me Hell.

Daniel Espinoza: Naked and Afraid

Lucifer: Countless hours of meticulous planning, dozens of favors called in, so many Easter Eggs from our previous adventures - did you spot them all? [chuckles] Five million, four thousand, one hundred and fifty-seven dollars spent. Totally worth it! Dan: This... all of this - the dog, the car wreck... I woke up this morning with no clothes on, next to a dead body. Lucifer: [laughs] Daniel Espinosa: naked and afraid. Cheers. [Lucifer and Dan clink glasses and drink] Dan: I don't understand how you pulled it off, man. Even you couldn't control everything. Lucifer: Well, the hardest part was making sure the Detective wasn't involved. Hence all the illegalities I knew you wouldn't want to share with her. I mean, she would have seen through the charade right away, because she's... well, a Detective. Dan: I'm a Detective. Lucifer: [scoffs] After that, there was very little to control. I mean, you're very predictable, Daniel. Dan: [in disbelief] No. No, no, no, no, no, you had to have known

A Little Harmless Stalking

You know what? No. I am not even gonna ask this time. Because you two are "The Couple Who Cried 'Relationship'", and I am not asking.

A Little Harmless Stalking

Linda: The scary guy. Lucifer: Scary guy? Linda: He's the reason I thought Adriana was mixed up in something dangerous in the first place. The other day, I saw her arguing with this big, intense... scary guy. Lucifer: [to Chloe] Well, there you have it. First name "Scary", last name "Guy". Let's go pick him up, Detective.

Is This Really How It's Going To End?

Ella: Well, it looks like [the murder victim] was tied down and forced to drink wine for a couple of hours before he was shot. Lucifer: So you're saying he was water-Bordeaux-ed.

Is This Really How It's Going To End?

Chloe: Where were you last night at 8:00 p.m.? Odetta Watson: Giving a reading... to a programming exec... at Fox. Lucifer: Oh, good luck with that.

A Chance at a Happy Ending

Oh my Me!

Nothing Ever Changes Around Here

Lucifer: Well. Hello, Chloe. Chloe: [laughs] Still not used to you calling me that.

Buckets of Baggage

Amenadiel: [calling from the other room] Lucifer! Lucifer: [shouting] Would it kill you to knock?! Amenadiel: [also shouting] Your door is an ELEVATOR!!

Buckets of Baggage

Carol: Kate told us you that she heard you and Fiona arguing on the phone. Busty: Oh, we argued like trailer trash in a Walmart parking lot on Black Friday.

Yabba Dabba Do Me

Ella: [contemplating Dan, her pet bullfrog] How far do you think a frog could fall and live? Lucifer: [pleased] Sounds like a fun experiment... for us, less the frog, but.... You're welcome to use my penthouse if you wish. Ella: I'm not gonna do that, Lucifer.

Yabba Dabba Do Me

Lucifer: [discussing taking Chloe with him to Hell] No, no, no, this is a terrible idea. Worst I've heard since some genius decided to cancel Bones. Chloe: Why? Lucifer: Oh, where do I start? That show was the perfect combination of procedure and banter-- Chloe: No, I mean, Lucifer, I'm talking about me going down to Hell. Lucifer: Oh.

A Lot Dirtier Than That

Rory: What is this? Lucifer: Oh, dear, do you not have Christmas in the future? Is that my fault as well? Rory: No, tacky consumerism still exists.

Save the Devil, Save the World

Lucifer: I, Lucifer Morningstar - the Devil - have returned to rule as God Almighty. And it's all thanks to one woman. A woman with the mind of a genius, the patience of a saint. A woman I adore with all of my heart. The greatest therapist the world has ever known: Doctor Linda Martin, MD, PSYD, PhD, MA, MFIL, Master in Science, Master in Technology, Master of the Universe, Ma- Lucifer: [voiceover] This is preposterous! [we see Lucifer and Chloe reading Linda's manuscript, revealing that it was all from Linda's book] I mean, socks with sandals? Dr. Linda Martin: What? Your Dad wore them! Chloe: Linda, is this what you really think happens? Dr. Linda Martin: I don't know what's going to happen! I've been the therapist to the Devil for the last five years, and I still couldn't get him ready to be God! [pauses] I'm a failure. So I wrote a fake ending to make myself feel better.

Goodbye, Lucifer

Lucifer: And the red river? The missing socks? Amenadiel: All caused by our siblings' screwups. Lucifer: [laughs] Unbelievable. Right, well, I should wake Chloe, tell her the world isn't actually ending. Amenadiel: No, no, no, Luci, look. You heard Ella. Now if this continues to happen, it's gonna have a catastrophic domino effect. Apocalypse by a thousand paper cuts. Lucifer: Just tell our siblings to stop. Amenadiel: I tried. They don't take orders from me. I believe their exact words were, "You're not the God of us."

Partners 'Til the End

Rory: Maybe that's the real reason I came back in time. So you could help me. Chloe: So that you can help everyone. Every Dan down in Hell who deserves another chance. Lucifer: Well,... Well, I suppose I do know what it's like to fall. And also to rise. [realizing] Oh, you cheeky bastard. Chloe: Who? Lucifer: My Dad. He said I'd figure it out, and I did. When He said Hell no longer needs a keeper, it doesn't. It needs a healer. Chloe... I think I finally found my calling!

Partners 'Til the End

Reese: Do you really think it's possible to change? Lucifer: Of course. I mean, look at me. For millennia, I was down here, stuck in my own Hell loop of sorts, thinking I deserved to be in charge of people's punishment. And then even when I left, I found myself in a cycle of selfishness and violence, [smiles] debauchery, sex... Yeah, I mean, clearly it wasn't all bad, but the point is, with the right guidance and the right help, I was able to change, to grow. To... find true meaning in life. Reese: I wish I could just... take it all back. Everything that I did on Earth. Lucifer: I hear you. I felt that way, too. I wished I could do everything differently, but then, I wouldn't be the devil I am right now, sitting across from you, right here, would I? [chuckles] Reese: I dunno. Maybe I'm just a lost cause. Lucifer: Nonsense, Reese. And certainly not on my watch. Because if the Devil can be redeemed, then anyone can.

Partners 'Til the End

Lucifer: Hello, Detective. Chloe: I thought you could use a partner. [approaches Lucifer; they kiss]