Lucifer (TV series)

American television series

Lucifer (2016-present) is an American fantasy police procedural comedy-drama television series made by FOX. The series focuses on Lucifer Morningstar, "who is bored and unhappy as the Lord of Hell and abandons his throne and abandons his kingdom for the beauty of Los Angeles, where he gets his kicks helping the LAPD punish criminals".


Season 1Edit

On Screen Text
In the beginning... The angel Lucifer was cast out of Heaven and condemned to rule Hell for all eternity. Until he decided to take a vacation...


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.

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.

Chloe Decker: 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.

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?

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.

Lucifer, Stay. Good DevilEdit

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

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: 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.

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

The Would-Be Prince of DarknessEdit

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?

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.

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.

Lucifer: 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.

Dan Espinoza: 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 WhatnotsEdit

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.

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.

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

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

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 KicksEdit

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.

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

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

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

Lucifer: 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 SonEdit

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.

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."

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.

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

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.


[at an illicit auction of allegedly holy artifacts, Lucifer and Amenadiel examine the goods]
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!
[the brothers laugh together, then awkwardly stop]

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.

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."

Lucifer: 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.

Amenadiel: 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?Edit

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 BarEdit

[Father Frank enters Lux and approaches Lucifer]
Lucifer: A priest walks into a bar? I've heard this one before, never seen it, though.

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.

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

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

[Lucifer tends to the mortally wounded Father Frank]
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!

[after Frank's death, Lucifer tries to process it all from his apartment]
Lucifer: 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?


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

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

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

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.

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. LuciferEdit

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

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

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

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.

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


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?

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.

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.

Maze: 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.

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

Take Me Back To HellEdit

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.

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

Lucifer: 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.

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

[critically wounded, Lucifer tries praying to his father for help]
Lucifer: 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.

[last lines of the season: Lucifer tells Amenadiel about what he saw in his brief return 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.

Season 2Edit

Everything's Coming Up LuciferEdit

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?

Lucifer: There's so much punishment, so little time.

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

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?

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

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 FireEdit

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.

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.

Lucifer: 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?

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

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

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.


[the victim of the week is found burned to death, with the fire having been started at their genitals]
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.

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

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

Chloe: Do not touch the charred crotch! …is a sentence I never thought I'd say out loud.

Lucifer: Oh, goodness me, I should have known. Halitosis: first sign of evil.

Lady PartsEdit

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.

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

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

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

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

Lucifer: 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.

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


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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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


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

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

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

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

Chloe: 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.

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

My Little MonkeyEdit

Lucifer: (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.

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.

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

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

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

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

Trip to Stabby TownEdit

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.

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.

[Linda is still processing the fact that Lucifer has been telling her the truth about who he is]
Linda: Oh, my God. I had sex with the Devil.
Lucifer: Many, many times. And you're welcome.

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

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


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.

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

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

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

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

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

Quid Pro HoEdit

Lucifer: Detective Decker is out there protecting them. She is…truly good. And I don't mean in bed. I wouldn't know. That's how good she is.

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

Amenadiel: You can't kill her, mom.
Charlotte: Of course I can. I just push the button.

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.

Lucifer: Consider me an emotional jockstrap for the Decker family jewels.

Charlotte: You need to see that you're not meant to be together. You belong with your family.

Stewardess InterruptusEdit

Love HandlesEdit

A Good Day to DieEdit

[Charlotte volunteers to go to Hell to bring back Lucifer]
Charlotte: I have a paralyzing fear of the place, but I would face a thousand Hells to save my son.

Candy MorningstarEdit

Deceptive Little ParasiteEdit

God JohnsonEdit

Sympathy for the GoddessEdit

The Good, the Bad, and the CrispyEdit

Season 3Edit

They're Back, Aren't They?Edit

The One with the Baby CarrotEdit

Mr. and Mrs. Mazikeen SmithEdit

What Would Lucifer Do?Edit

Welcome Back, Charlotte RichardsEdit

Vegas with Some RadishEdit

Off the RecordEdit

Chloe Does LuciferEdit

The SinnermanEdit

The Sin BinEdit

[Pierce arrives at Lux to find Lucifer alone at the bar]
Marcus 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] Where did I—ah, there it is.
[Lucifer grabs a knife from the bar and plunges it into Pierce's chest. The police officer staggers to the floor and sprawls out, dead. Lucifer returns to his seat at the bar, nurses his drink for about a minute…and Pierce revives, grunting and roaring as he pulls at the knife handle]
Lucifer: I wonder why I didn't figure it out sooner. The world's first murderer. Marked by God and doomed to walk the earth alone for a tortured eternity. It's quite the moniker! Yet, still, nowhere near as ridiculous as "The Sinnerman."
[Pierce stands and pulls the knife out, and Lucifer looks him eye to eye]
Lucifer: Wouldn't you agree…Cain?
[his secret out, Cain catches his breath and sits at the bar next to Lucifer]
Cain: You may as well pour me one too.

City of Angels?Edit

All About HerEdit

'Til Death Do Us PartEdit

[Cain arrives at Lucifer's penthouse, but it appears Lucifer isn't home]
Cain: Lucifer? Lucifer? Hello, Lucifer?
[Lucifer steps out from the bedroom, welding mask on his face and revving a chainsaw, but stops when he sees Cain's bored look]
Cain: If it were that easy to kill me, I'd have been dead a long time ago!

Lucifer: Have you tried…grenade down the throat?
Cain: Yes.
Lucifer: Acid bath? ["Mhm."] Devoured by wolves?
Cain: Yes.
Lucifer: Dropped into helicopter blades?
Cain: Mhm. 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.

My Brother's KeeperEdit

High School PoppycockEdit

Infernal Guinea PigEdit

Let Pinhead Sing!Edit

The Last HeartbreakEdit

Orange Is the New MazeEdit

The Angel of San BernardinoEdit

Maze: 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 BetterEdit

All Hands On DeckerEdit

Quintessential DeckerstarEdit

A Devil of My WordEdit

[Lucifer fights Cain, getting him in a wrist lock and trapping his knife hand]
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, gasps, and finally expires]
. . .
[Chloe walks in and sees Lucifer crouched by Cain's body]
Chloe: Lucifer? …Lucifer?
[he rises and she finally sees his devil face for the first time, realizing…]
Chloe: It's all true.
Lucifer: [unaware] Detective?
Chloe: …it's all true.

Boo NormalEdit

Once Upon A TimeEdit

Season 4Edit

Everything's OkayEdit

Lucifer: Detective, this is a chance for me to use my devilish strength. You can see what I'm truly capable of.
Chloe: Or I can just point my gun at him and yell, "Freeze!"
Lucifer: Oh, come on. I've never really seen how far I can actually throw a human. Joking. Mostly.

Somebody's Been Reading Dante's InfernoEdit

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.

O, Ye of Little Faith, FatherEdit

Mazikeen: Relax, Dan, these knives aren't for Trixie. They're for a baby.
Eve: I'll have... an appletini.

All About EveEdit

Chloe: [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 ErectEdit

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

Orgy Pants to WorkEdit

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.

Devil Is As Devil DoesEdit

Super Bad BoyfriendEdit

Save LuciferEdit

Ella: Stop! "Hammer time!" 'Cause she was killed with a hammer! Come on, guys, I've been waiting years to do that one.

Who's Da New King of Hell?Edit

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


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