Dan: Oh, I don't know. Monopoly? Doesn't exactly sound like the old Lucifer. I kinda have to say, you have become a bit "normal."
Lucifer: How DARE you?

Luci, I'm likin' this new you. Boring suits you, brother!

Amenadiel

Linda: It is none of your business who I sleep with.
Reese: It is if it's the devil himself!

I know this sounds crazy, but he's the devil. And I don't mean in a douchebag, club-owning kind of way. I mean, he's the actual devil!

Reese

Chloe: You were right about the implants. They were pulled from the market years ago for rupturing.
Lucifer: Aaah. A moment of silence for those poor, mishandled breasts.

Dan: Our victim's name is Poppy Parker. She owns an organic cosmetics line, sort of a local celebrity for all natural skin care.
Chloe: And, uh, what are all these?
Lucifer: These are boobs! Yes! I'd know them anywhere.
Chloe: Please. Don't. Juggle. The evidence, Lucifer. But, it's OK if he does because they've already been processed.
Lucifer: They're called fun bags for a reason!

Lucifer: Don't think I haven't noticed you watching me. I know what this is about.
Reese: You do?
Lucifer: Yes. And the answer is no, I will not sleep with you.
Reese: Excuse me?
Lucifer: It's not because you're a man, it's just because, well, I don't find you attractive.

Hanging out with a cop in Las Vegas is like bringing your grandmother to an orgy.

Hard to get your glitter on when you're in a lab all day.

Ella

You give your child money every time she swears? Oh, bravo, detective.

Which part of my briefcase closing do you not understand?

Charlotte

Lucifer: Well, how was he drowned in this vat of semen?
Chloe: It's pudding Lucifer.
Lucifer: Sure, I've heard it called that, too.