Lucifer
Fridays on NetflixLucifer Season 3 Quotes
Shelly, it's not the clothes that make you look fat, it's the fat.
Charlotte
No offense, brother, but on the list of things to wake up to, your face falls somewhere on the list after horse's head and Coldplay tickets.
Will he be coming with you often because he is killing our banter.
Maze: Everything that happened showed me exactly why I need to go back.
Lucifer: I don't understand.
Maze: It's all so complicated here, Lucifer. I mean, caring about humans always go wrong. Feelings go wrong. I am not the one who is supposed to be tortured.
Lucifer: Anyway, point is feelings and humans suck. So. At least we have each other.
Maze: I'm always going to be the consolation prize for you. You only care about me when you don't have Chloe.
Lucifer: Maze, now hold on, that's...
Maze [tears streaming down her face]: NO! No one puts me first, least of all you! None of you deserve me.
Chloe: Well, let's not jump to conclusions. It's not like the video shows her actually stabbing our vic.
Lucifer: No, merely plucking her knife out of his chest!
Oh. Sorry. Hate to interrupt the canoodling which I am so OK with doesn't fill me with mistrust at all, but duty calls, Detective. Can't have Maze taking justice into her own hands now, can we? No.
Chloe: Drop the knife. This isn't you.
Maze: Isn't it though? It's what I do. I destroy things, Chloe. Friendships, relationships, apartment walls, and apparently, I killed this lady's son!
Charlotte: You have to hear how crazy it really was. He said Lucifer is his brother. Which I guess is possible if one of them were adopted or raised with a different accent. Then he said I was his step-mom. But he's a grown man! His father would have to be ancient.
Linda [laughs weirdly]: Right!
Charlotte: As if I would go running around marrying old men and then forgetting all about it. Would I?
Maze: You went to hell for Pierce, a guy you don't even like, and you won't go to hell for me?
Lucifer: No
Maze: You will regret this, Lucifer.
Charlotte: I was hoping you could help clear things up with one simple question. What's my husband's name?
Amenadiel: God ... Frey. Godfrey.
Ugh. I hate beach murders. So mean. Just let people swim.
Ella
