Trust me, Detective. I have been doing this a long time. I know evil.
So you want to destroy me. Well, get in line.
Never fear, Luci-Dan is here.
Life’s too short to hold grudges.
I don’t know how they do it. 40 hours a week, 52 weeks a year, 50 years. I mean, I didn’t leave Hell just to step into another one.
Do I get a code word? You know, for when you take her down. If so, might I suggest “monkey bottoms”? ‘Cause trust me, I can work that into any sentence quite naturally.
Believe me, there is no winning when you play by a twisted tyrant’s rules.
You know me, Detective. I go off and do something dramatic and then I realize I’m right where I’m supposed to be.[Chloe Decker: You still want to be partners?]
There was immediate danger. He was about to leave this woman completely unsatisfied.
Only for torture, and usually out of tune. Lately, we’ve been playing music by this chap named Bieber. Gosh, you should hear the screams.[Amenadiel: What, there’s no music in Hell?]
What makes us vulnerable is often right under our noses.
What do you do when someone has betrayed you? Normally I’d go straight to punishment, fire, brimstone, public humiliation via YouTube.[to Linda]
