Lucifer Morningstar: How am I going to find the detective without the detective?
Amenadiel: Maybe stop wasting time trying to get me to slow it and just, you know, do some good old-fashioned detective work.
Lucifer Morningstar: Detective work? Me?
Amenadiel: Are you trying to tell me that after all these years of working with Chloe... that you haven't learned anything? You can find her, Detective Morningstar.
Mazikeen: Everyone's rejected me, Amenadiel. But I was the one who rejected you. So, I thought... maybe that was a mistake. Maybe... Maybe only... an angel could love a soulless demon.
Amenadiel: You didn't reject me. You... You went to find your own path. And you did. You did. And you've come such a long way, Maze. Grown so much.
Mazikeen: Apparently not enough. Ever heard of a demon getting a soul?
Amenadiel: I... I can't say that I have. But... No one ever heard of an angel and a human having a baby before. Or of the Devil falling in love. I don't know if a soul is what you need to feel whole, but... I do know this. If anyone is going to find what they're looking for, it's you, Mazikeen.
Mazikeen: I'll still kick your ass, though.
Amenadiel: I know.
Lucifer Morningstar: Michael needles people's 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.
Amenadiel: I'm not afraid of you, Michael. Now go home.
Michael: Lucifer's life sucks anyway. The only thing worse is the traffic.
Amenadiel: Oh, I think thou doth protest too much. You see, you pride yourself on exploiting everyone's fears, but we've always known yours. You're terrified that Lucifer is better than you. That he'll always be better than you.
Michael: Please. Our brother? The Devil? The, the, the guy that was cast out of Heaven for all eternity?
Amenadiel: Exactly, Michael, because despite even that, you know, deep down... he'll always end up winning.
Michael: We'll see.
Amenadiel: What about the name Zoriel? That's a good name for a warrior. We can call him Zori for short. Or Ezekiel. Zek.
Linda Martin: Yeah. Erm... I was thinking about the name... Jack.
Amenadiel: Mm. Mm. Short for Jackiel. We could definitely put that on the list. Right after Azmortiel.
Linda Martin: I was hoping for a more mainstream name. Our child is going to have enough challenges considering his nature.
Amenadiel: Linda's not really prepared for a house guest.
Mazikeen: This is happening, okay? Deal with it. Auntie Maze is here to help with the baby, whether you like it or not.
Linda Martin: Auntie Maze. I love it. We can use all the help we can get.
Mazikeen: Good. It's settled. Now, where do I put my knives?
Linda's Obgyn: Do you see that little protrusion right there? You're having a boy.
Amenadiel: A boy?
Mazikeen: Better luck next time.
Amenadiel: Do you see a second protrusion anywhere? Maybe even a third?
Linda's Obgyn: Typically, there's only one p*nis.
Amenadiel: Nah. I was looking for the wings.
Linda's Obgyn: The wings?
Linda Martin: You know what? I guess, at some point, we all like to think of our babies as little angels.
Linda's Obgyn: Oh, yes!
(Linda pulls roughly Amenadiel close to her...)
Linda Martin: Wait, wings?
Amenadiel: Linda, you don't have to do this alone. I want to be here for this baby and, most importantly, I want to be here for you. Erm... Yeah.
Linda Martin: Oh.
Amenadiel: Will you marry me!?
Linda Martin: No. No. No. Amenadiel... Amenadiel, come here. See... Amenadiel... What you're doing is amazing and heroic and I should be so lucky... to end up with someone half as special as you are. But what you're doing here, it's... It's for the wrong reasons. And it's... It's not what I... It's not what I need right now.
Amenadiel: And what do you need?
Linda Martin: I think I just need someone to hold my hand and tell me everything's going to be okay.
Amenadiel: I promise you, Linda... everything is going to be okay.
Lucifer Morningstar: A celestial impregnating a human... How is it even possible?
Amenadiel: And, if it is, how has this not already happened to you?
Lucifer Morningstar: True. Mm. Maybe there's another explanation.
Amenadiel: You think Linda's an angel in disguise, don't you? I've been wondering the same thing. Maybe she's not even human.
Lucifer Morningstar: Or, maybe, when you lost your wings, you became as mortal as it gets. Maybe you became more human than you realized.
Amenadiel: Oh. Probably makes more sense.