Mazikeen: Let's kill a bunch of angels.
Amenadiel: No, Mazikeen! Now, if we're gonna do this, there will be no killing. They're our family.
Mazikeen: You wanna tie another hand behind our backs? Fight a war like a bunch of wussies?
Lucifer Morningstar: It's not cowardly... to save a single life.
Mazikeen: Fine. Whatever. At least we'll all die together.
Lucifer Morningstar: Well, off that optimism, Dad gave us the power of choice. What say we make one last spectacularly bad one?
(Mazikeen is crying after Dan died, Linda and Amenadiel are trying to confort her...)
Linda Martin: It's true, sometimes when you care about people... you have to go through pain and loss. But that's the price of joy.
Amenadiel: She's right, Mazikeen. In order for none of us to be sad, we would have had to have never met Dan. You wouldn't want that. None of us would.
Mazikeen: Mnh-mnh. Like... like when... when Dan and I pul... pulverized that gang together. It was beautiful.
Amenadiel: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Exactly. And remembering, um... sweet times like those... are what helps heal the hurt.
Linda Martin: Because trust me... never loving anyone is far worse than loss.
Lucifer Morningstar: Father said Hell no longer needed a warden.
Mazikeen: But maybe it deserves one.
Lucifer Morningstar: You? Is that what you really want?
Mazikeen: I can't stay here, Lucifer. And I want to control who does the torturing.
Lucifer Morningstar: Well. I can't think of anyone I would trust more with our old home. (hands her a drink) To Mazikeen. Queen of Hell.
Mazikeen: I was thinking Maziqueen. But whatever.
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 a$$, though.
Amenadiel: I know.
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?