Amenadiel: Is it... weird for... us to be friends?
Linda Martin: No. Of course not. I mean, can't a... Can't a woman be friends with a... with a brilliant, tall, gorgeous angel?
Amenadiel: Well, can't an angel be friends with a... amazing, accomplished... beautiful, and passionate woman? (They kiss)
Linda Martin: Um... I can't. This is a mistake.
Amenadiel: Okay. Okay. Okay. I'm so sorry, Linda. (They kiss again)
Lucifer Morningstar: There was this, uh, soul that I used to torture back in Hell. And like a good masochist, he'd call the shots. "Burn me." "Freeze me." "Hurt me." So, I did. And this went on for centuries until one day, for some reason, he missed his daily punishment. And when I returned... he was crying. "Please, my king," he said. "Don't ever forget me again. I promise I'll be good." It was then that I realized he was so full of self-loathing, void of any self-respect, that no matter the depth of my cruelty, whatever miniscule attention I paid... gave meaning to his... pointless existence.
Amenadiel: Why are you telling me this?
Lucifer Morningstar: Because he reminds me of you. And you think I've changed? You... the former angel, powerless and pathetic, a disgraced failure with no better way to spend your days than yipping at my heels for scraps to remind you of a time of when you once mattered.
Amenadiel: Lucifer, I'm not angry with you that you somehow got your wings back, or even that you cut them off again, as foul as that may be. I'm angry with myself. Because somehow I made you feel like you couldn't confide in me.
Lucifer Morningstar: Well, comparing body parts is never good for the male ego, especially between brothers.
Amenadiel: But that's just it, Luci. My ego should never be an issue. I am an angel. A soldier of God. His favorite son.
Lucifer Morningstar: Oh, that's gonna be a thing, isn't it?