Lucifer Morningstar

— There's some chocolate cake in it for you.
— I want cash.
— Oh. I like your style.

— 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.

A devil emoji? That's it. I'm speaking to a copyright lawyer today.

— You're gonna have to lose those clothes. They're a serious problem. Taking you home. Mum!
— Yes?
— You're naked!
— Well, you said the clothes were a problem, so problem solved.
— Stay in the bloody car, will you?! God. Traumatized for eternity now, so thank you very much

— Well, you went to medical school, correct?
— Many, many, many, many years ago.
— Good. So you will be the one brining me back from the dead. Okay, who wants to kill me?

— And let me remind you that the blade doesn't just kill humans. It also obliterates celestial beings, including demons. So, say the detective were to find it and bring it home...
— I get snuffed out for not doing the dishes!

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

I find that people make Los Angeles their home for one of two reasons. Either they're running from something or looking for something. So ask yourself... Which is it? Running or looking?

A good day to die.

— 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.

— 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.

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