Anael: So humans don't like you. Oh, wow. I'm sorry. Instead of bellyaching about it, why don't you make Heaven right? Make good on your promises. Make angels. Give the existing ones their wings back.

Lucifer: Yeah, I-I can't really do that.

Anael: What?

Lucifer: I lied, so, uh, just keep that to yourself, though, okay?

Anael: So you know... It's not the humans. It's not the angels. It's not your father's propaganda that's killing you. It's your complete failure. You say you want to find your son, but you don't. Not really. So you sit there because you're afraid. You're afraid of him, afraid of looking into in his eyes and seeing nothing but contempt. You can't replace your father. You can't create anything. You have nothing. You might as well go back to the Cage. (Lucifer chokes her and almost kills her) And now you don't have me.