Dr. Linda: Your identity.
Lucifer Morningstar: It's still the Devil, darling.
Dr. Linda: Yes, but who are you trying so hard to become?
Lucifer Morningstar: Nobody. I'm completely unbecoming.
Dr. Linda: And yet you keep trying on many hats to hide your horns. Playboy, cop, club owner...
Lucifer Morningstar: Yes, you forgot "master of all things tongue-related."
Linda Martin: Maze, you need to rest.
Mazikeen: No, I can't stay here. Pierce is right. Being on Earth... around all these humans... all these emotions, makes me weak.
Linda Martin: You look like you fought ten people and ran a mile to get here.
Mazikeen: 12 people. Four miles.
Linda Martin: My point is... you did that... for me. To save me. Emotions... emotions are hard. But that's why they make you strong. And this is... This is the strongest I've ever seen you.
Mazikeen: Linda, I'm...
Linda Martin: You don't have to say anything. Your actions speak plenty.
Mazikeen: That's the thing. Actions are easy for me. That's why I need to say it. I'm sorry.
Linda Martin: Me, too. (they hug) But I got to ask. Is somebody really trying to kill me?
Mazikeen: Don't worry. You're safe. Everything's gonna be fine.
Linda Martin: You're doing the same thing as Him now. By not telling Chloe the truth, you're taking her choice away.
Lucifer Morningstar: No. No. No, it's different.
Linda Martin: You know, the truth is... no one really knows what your dad's responsible for. We're all just guessing. Even you. But you know the one thing He can't control? What you do in this moment right now. So I ask you, the Devil... what do you truly desire?
Lucifer Morningstar: I want her to choose me.
Linda Martin: Then tell her.
Lucifer Morningstar: Yes. Yes.
Lucifer Morningstar: I've decided to take myself out of the spotlight. My Father's spotlight, to be exact.
Linda Martin: So, no more killing Pierce to get back at your dad?
Lucifer Morningstar: Correct. I mean, that whole "mark of Kane" thing was so dreary, so nihilistic. There are far better ways to spend my time.
Linda Martin: Oh?
Lucifer Morningstar: Yes. Well, I could brew my own artisanal beer. Take a nude painting class. Buy that pet shark I've always wanted.
Linda Martin: Maybe, if you thought about how your actions affected her, she might be more receptive to how you feel.
Lucifer Morningstar: So what you're saying is I need to make it all about her for a change?
Linda Martin: Exactly.
Lucifer Morningstar: And then she can make it all about me. Oh, that is brilliant, Doctor. Yes. Very good.
Linda Martin: Should've seen that one coming.
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)
Linda Martin: How's that saying go? We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars.
Lucifer Morningstar: The stars are just gas bags, and I never would have fed Oscar that line had I known how much I'd have to hear people quote it back to me.
Linda Martin: Oscar freakin' Wilde?
Lucifer Morningstar: Now, he was an interesting bachelor.
Linda Martin: So... Oscar, huh? Tell me everything.
Lucifer Morningstar: Well... he was straight when I first met him.