Chloe Decker

— I think i've broken my therapist. Now she's somewhere to the left of totally useless to the right of babbling lunatic...
— Oh... so she's you in a skirt.

— I think she likes you.
— Of course she does. What's not to like?

— Little donuts or waffles?
— Lucifer, can't steal food at the police station.
— Or what? Put me in the corner, what would i think about my act?

— It doesn't matter what i believe.
— That's all that matters.

— Scared to find out the truth?
— I'm scared of anything other than finding out what STDs you have.
— Very funny.

— Lucifer plants a bomb at my desk and i'm the creepy one?
— Umm, actually... tha was me, sorry. The bomb was fake.
— Wow. Okay. Human heads, explosives... Can someone send me, i don't know, a muffin basket next time? That'd be niced.

— I know, it might be a tad suprising...
— No, why would i be suprised? That you disappeared after i almost die and then waitzed back in the married to a dtripper.
— Exotic dancer. But yes, i can explain.