Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait. How do you know my mother?

it's worse than Hell.

We, um, have a photo of her here, if you wanna come take a look.

But you keep keeping secrets!

[splutters, sighs]

we will figure this out together, okay?

Well, I just need to take care of a little misunderstanding first.

I plan to be a boots-on-the-ground type of God.

No, no, this is about some rando angel

Um, I haven't seen him.

You're not the girl from my penthouse.

I am here to prove that I…

[Chloe] It's almost identical to the one in the photo.

-Wait, did Lucifer bring you up here? -No, no, no!

What are you playing at?

and I will be your partner up there, I have a few questions.

-But angels can't-- -Exactly.

if she really is your daughter,

Looks like we have some hippies to find.

I may not be certain of a lot right now,

Take you back where?

-[Chloe sighs] -[chuckles]

Goes by the name of Mira.

-You must be Lucifer Morningstar. -[Lucifer] Hmm.

Don't blame her.

-Well, I am! -Boo!

is maintaining your hard-fought level of communication and trust.

That means I let all of this happen to her.

I think it was the first moment I looked into her eyes. [exhales]

Kind of hard to tell.

[Dan] Take me back.

Wings, apparently. [clears throat]

I'm your daughter!

The best day of my life when she showed up on my doorstep.

Um, this-- this drawing…

So you did know?

-And then speaking of teleportation. -We were speaking of teleportation?

But what are the chances he'd run off to Vegas and marry a stripper twice?

-I do love a bit of salsa, on my chips. -[laughing]

-[sighs] -Tell me I'm not your daughter!

So, just so you know, you can tell me about it.

Call it a finder's fee.

-I know mine is. -[both laugh]

she's my daughter.