Lucifer Morningstar: Speak for yourself, young man. Tell me, what is it you truly desire?

Suspect: I... I... I wanna be in the CIA.

Lucifer Morningstar: Oh, did not see that coming.

Suspect: The Culinary Institute of America. I wanna be a pastry chef.

Suspect's mother: The CI what now?

Lucifer Morningstar: Madam, please! Ground your helicopter. It's time you let this poor boy make his own decisions.