Liar, liar, slutty dress on fire, Mother.
Just realized I’ve been a tad myopic lately. Why not spread the love? I mean, everyone deserves a little Lucifer.
Just because I’m about to slaughter a man in cold blood doesn’t mean I’m not civilized.
If you truly worship the dollar, then I’m your ticket to divinity.
If you really want to know if you’re a worthy romantic partner, ask yourself.[to Lucifer]
If you ask permission, people can say no, but flash a badge to the right sap and voilà.
I’m great at dismembering humans. How hard can it be to fix one?
I would never ask you to change. I like who you are.[to Eve]
I know that look. Either there are new sandwiches in the vending machine, or you have a lead.[to Chloe]
I guess humanity isn’t entirely awful. They did make vodka. Roller coasters. Triple crème Brie.
Dr. Linda’s had a crash course in celestial beings. Only melted her brain for about a week.
Do you guys do this a lot? Like, celestial planning sessions?
