No, of course not. What do you think I am? Human?[Mazikeen ‘Maze’ Smith: Are you still upset about me trying to betray you and kill you? It was a month ago.]
Never mind the why. This is gonna be great, Detective. Lots of changes when I’m in charge. War eradicated, world hunger satiated. Hangovers… never should have existed in the first place.
Lifestyles of the rich and tasteless. Looks like Liberace had a yard sale.
It’s time, Doctor. For the final therapy of Lucifer Morningstar. For real, this time.[to Linda]
It’s less about what we do with our final hours and more about who we spend them with.
I knew TV writing isn’t all hookers and blow like the ’80s, but I had no idea how sad it had got.
I don’t need to go home to be happy. You’re my Hell.[to Eve]
Hell hath no fury like a record producer scorned.
Criminals don’t simply line up to be punished.
Cheer up, dude. I’m gonna torture your ass right into Heaven.[to Dan]
