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?
Chloe Decker: You're different than me. You're stronger. You could have run, but you didn't. Why didn't you?
Linda Martin: I don't know. I guess... with all the bad... comes a lot of good. I got a best friend out of this. And the... most fascinating patient in the world. And this baby. Who saw that coming? I guess, as freaked out as I am... I'm really looking forward to being a mom. And meeting my son. Wings and all.
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.
Mazikeen: Is it true that human spawn erupt from their mothers' bodies in a ceremony of blood and pain?
Linda Martin: What? No.
Mazikeen: In hell... torture via birth was a favorite. If half of what we did is accurate... your sex holes are never going back to normal.
Linda Martin: Okay, Maze, erm... That's enough, thank you.
Linda Martin: Let's talk about what you're dealing with emotionally.
Mazikeen: Yeah, I really don't want to.
Linda Martin: Maybe it would help if I spoke your language.
Mazikeen: You speak Lilim? (speaks in Lilim...)
Linda Martin: What?
Mazikeen: No, guess not.
Linda Martin: No, I'm talking about violence. Come on, stand up.
Mazikeen: Okay. One, I like to fight when I'm happy or... h*rny. And, two, I really don't want to accidentally kill my best friend.