- Vanessa Dunlear: I own a small ranch outside of Buenos Aires.
- Lucifer Morningstar: Lovely, I knew some folks who moved to Buenos Aires back in the day.
- Vanessa Dunlear: Oh, good people?
- Lucifer Morningstar: Nazis. No extradition treaty in Argentina. Just a nasty bunch of miscreants hiding in plain sight. Gosh, they got away with murder.
- Lucifer Morningstar: Detective. Is that you? Hope you have come to your senses.
- Malcolm Graham: Well, that depends on who you ask, Mr. Morningstar.
- [gun hammer clicks]
- Malcolm Graham: I'm here to murder you.
- Lucifer Morningstar: Well... that is a buzzkill.
- Chloe Decker: I can let my guard down with you. I don't do that with anyone else. You make me vulnerable. And... maybe that's okay.
- Lucifer Morningstar: Detective... if it's any consolation to your pride... it appears you make me vulnerable, too.
- Chloe Decker: Okay, last night was a fluke. For both of us. Never happened, leave it at that.
- Lucifer Morningstar: Right. You snore, by the way. Like an Albanian field wench!
- Lucifer Morningstar: Another good deed but still no rush like before. Am I doing this wrong?
- Chloe Decker: In so many ways.
- Amenadiel: I'm actually not boring. I'm pretty exciting.
- [unfolds napkin with a flourish, tucks napkin into top of his shirt]