Sin-Eater

Lucifer 2×3

& Mother: What am I supposed to do, just sit here and hide?
    Lucifer: See a movie, go to a museum. Catch up on what’s happened over the past few thousand years. You’d be surprised.

& Lucifer: Wobble? Please tell me that’s a pornography site.
    Ella Lopez: Oh, no, no. Wobble’s like a next gen Facebook, you know?

& Ella Lopez: ...His burning bush?
    Lucifer: Oh. Very good. That was actually me, by the way, — so don’t tell anyone.

& Lucifer: It’s game bloody on.

& Lucifer: I mean, I reserve this kind of treatment for the truly terrible in Hell. Pedophiles, Nazis. People who put their seats back on a plane.

& Chloe: Do not... touch... the charred crotch.

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& Mother: I just don’t understand. Of all the things that you could do with your talents... law enforcement?

& Mother: They eat, darling. All they do is eat. And then afterwards, the food comes out changed and not for the better.

& Mother: Hi, Maze. Hi, human.

& Lucifer: Oh, Detective. Did you know that this room collects all the best parts of the Internet?

& Lucifer: No one chooses to be a sin-eater, Detective. No one wants to be custodian of the world’s filth. Why would they?

& Lucifer: People don’t arrive broken. They start with passion and yearning till something comes along that disabuses them of those notions.

& Amenadiel: Mom?

& Lucifer: «Judgment Day»? Oh. People should really be careful how they use that phrase. It isn’t actually due for another couple of years.

& Lucifer: You know, if you take away the blinky lights and add some lost souls, this place bares a striking resemblance to Hell.

& Robber: Your money or your life, bitch.
    Mother: I-I choose money. Does anyone choose life?

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