Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Just-- -[Chloe] Excuse me.
♪ I wanna fall in love ♪
Hey.
♪ Every bond you break ♪
-Excellent use of your special talent. -[sighs]
Hello, Detective.
That's probably enough for our first meet and greet.
-[Chloe] Hmm. -But you can't hold me.
Everyone thought he died of a heart attack,
And it could not be more patronizing.
Because I didn't. JJ, let's go.
Interrogation's through those doors.
It's not that I won't.
"Your coffee sucks." Believe me, I know.
♪ You'll get by ♪
I-- I need a word with my father.
[sniffles]
[chuckles] You know…
I mean, it's a lot of acronyms to keep track of, for starters.
Look at you, all firm and authoritative.
♪ Smile, though your heart is aching ♪
But, at least we've got each other. Right?
[groans] Excuse me. Thank you.
-[sighs] -Besides, what else would I do?
It was bad.
[team] Defense!
-Bolivia. I picked it up this morning. -Oh.
♪ No song unsung, no wine untasted ♪
"The chicken was overcooked."
-[sniffs] -A wonderful farmer, aptly named Jesús.
So, uh, Dale McVey, the coach for Benedict Canyon Wildcats.
♪ Hey! ♪
He's a very important assist--
I'll be seeing you later.
♪ When I think of you sometime ♪
Best thing for JJ is to sever all ties with the tyrant,
[sighs] And a few years of that, I'd be doing pros in no time.
You're able to fly.
. .
Miss Lopez, you all right?
Well, I just assumed that you were… that we were…
Well, it's only second to my relentless honesty.
Well, it's sort of his job to pass judgment.
♪ Now life has killed the dream ♪
I just want what's best for you. What's wrong with that?
I have faith in you. I…
-Oh. -[Lucifer] Hmm.
♪ Ooh, I… ♪
Get ready to be supported, son.
♪ I dreamed that love would never die ♪
Your dad? As in, God?
♪ "Please let me be a good daddy All he needs" ♪
-Oh, did not see that coming. -Mm.
I'm Detective Decker, LAPD. What can you tell us about Steve Rockwell?
♪ But the tigers come at night ♪
♪ What a wicked thing to say ♪
but please do not inflate his ego, Detective.
Darla Rockwell, you're under arrest for the murder of your husband.
Um… I'd like to say something.
This bloody celestial karaoke jam, it has to stop.
♪ No, I don't want your number ♪
I think we've already established that I can fly.
[cell phone chimes]
♪ And tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay ♪
You're right.
Anyway, Dad, why don't I show you the vending machines, hmm?
♪ You could be headed For the serious strife ♪
♪ That I'd lose somebody like you ♪
♪ She could tell right away ♪
[Lucifer whistling]
You gotta order them through hospitals, chemistry labs, places like that.
[chuckles] And yet, you haven't.
You-- You put bad guys away, remember?
I wanna be tackled by a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader.
[woman] I truly have no idea who could have done this.
Completely unscathed and forever invulnerable.