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?
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.