Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not the Devil, I'm just a man who's delusional.

What's going on?

to interview God Johnson.

Dude looks exactly like the creepy drunk Santa

Don't you see? With Dad here on Earth,

What do you desire?

Uh, sorry, it's just that...

Patients love it.

I had no choice.

But to want to destroy me?

(alarm continues ringing, shouting)

next thing I knew, I woke up

Fact of the matter is,

Yes, I think this is what Uriel was trying to tell me.

I would, I would've made something

...then she appeared. (chuckles softly)

I realized it wasn't him.

he whispered in my ear, "The piece is here."

But we get pudding here.

- What song? - LUCIFER: The song I hate

Manipulating me with the detective,

You know. Any notice.

I was ever so angry with you to begin with.

boring domestic thing-- not my jam.

- Your mother's here? - Oh!

Now, that's not the Samael I remember.

Look who cares now.

No, Dad, this is who you made me when you cast me away!

Mum and Dad together are their own worst punishment.

♪ I know this much is true ♪

LUCIFER: And you really think t hat this is

I would've told you that Dale, the guy you were asking about,

I made it all up.

only to kidnap another patient and escape.

I'm just gonna... Doctor.

What's he doing here, Lucifer?

But what about the orderly?

A clue? A clue to what?

Well, I guess even a blind squirrel

to say the least.

I mean, come on, Pete.

That's pretty serious.

How is this possible?

DAN: The guy actually thinks he's God.

Tired of tripping over her sex toys, are you?

- She's your best friend. - Yes, well,

'Cause I can't feel my tongue.

you've chosen to impersonate.

alternate light source, and...boom, complete set

because I switched out your normal meds

because I'm your son.

Well, I'm thinking we might not need to do that anymore.

I try and see beneath the DSM.

I got you, Decker.

Nope. Different books altogether.

You had every right to destroy her.

I made it all up. (chuckles)

It really is you.

Found it on the victim's clothes.

you could call him Santa Claus.

I'm just a man who's delusional.

We're all going back to Heaven.

I mean, who isn't amused by someone who thinks they're Elvis

You son of a bitch.

I just think it would do her, and me, some good