Lucifer: Well, you know, your friend and your old hotel both kind of died, so I think you're allowed to be a little off, sweetheart.
[He puts a clown nose on Charlie.]
Charlie: Yeah, but i-if I don't snap out of it soon, people will get the wrong idea of me and the hotel and then... [takes off the clown nose] Dad, how do you deal with all the stress of being in charge of things?
Lucifer: I don't know. I-I just manage, somehow.
Charlie: [Sighs] Mom would know what to do. She was always so good at this. Staying calm, being the voice of the people. Being the center of attention with everyone looking to her, to follow her. Ignoring meaningless things. And people.
Lucifer: Yep. She was, uh, so good at that.
