The road to Hell really is paved with bad acne-prone intentions.
The Devil usually has impeccable gaydar.
Stalling? Sex? Me? Doctor, have we even met before?[to Linda]
Sometimes there’s a darkness waiting just under the surface.
She is truly good. And I don’t mean in bed. I wouldn’t know. That’s how good she is.[about Chloe]
See? Didn’t have to chase him at all. He got tired.[to Chloe, after hitting the suspect with a tire.]
Right. What is it this time? Are frogs about to start falling from the sky or perhaps winter is coming.[Chloe Decker: Father Kinley had been asking to see me, so I finally went and he told me about a prophecy.]
One thing I refuse to hate about myself is my style.
Oh. Well, there’s an oxymoron.[Chloe Decker: Lucifer. Oh, my God.]
Oh, yes, the three signs of puberty. Acne, pubes and wings.[to Amenadiel]
Oh, gosh, I detest cats. Want an animal to stare at you with contempt? Get a cat. Open box of excrement in your house? Cat.
Nothing pisses God off more than exercising free will.
