Linda Martin (about Charlie): You were right. He's not safe. You need to take him.
Amenadiel: No. No one will sacrifice themselves for this baby the way that you were just willing to do. No one will protect him like we will.
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.
Lucifer Morningstar: What happened there, brother? Hit another bridge whilst flying?
Amenadiel: That happened one time, Lucy. And no, I got into a fight... with Remy.
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 penis.
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.
Amenadiel: I thought things were okay between you and Chloe.
Lucifer Morningstar: They are. They are, yeah. We're back to being partners. Fully-clothed partners.
Lucifer Morningstar: Since you're here, you can help me decide. Moscow Midnight or Blue Lagoon?
Amenadiel: That's the same shirt. (points at one eventually)
Lucifer Morningstar: Are you sure?
Lucifer Morningstar: Thank you.
Amenadiel (to Lucifer about Chloe): You sure you don't want to chase after her? Maybe I can ask Father for some rain and make it a moment.
Amenadiel (talking about auctioned chains): Paul's wrists were too thick to fit in those chains.
Lucifer Morningstar: I know. That man never could pass on dessert, could he?
Amenadiel: He should have been the Saint of...
Lucifer Morningstar: Honey cakes?
Amenadiel: A toast to Dr. Linda Martin, therapist to the Devil himself.
Dr. Linda: I should put that on the door.
Amenadiel: You asked me here to tell me that?
Lucifer Morningstar: No, no, no, I thought I’d use you to remedy a situation that I’ve mishandled, and annoy you in the process. Kill two birds with one prayer sort of thing, hmm?