American Horror Story

Tate Langdon:
What do you want?

Violet Harmon:
What I wanted was you.

Tate Langdon:
You told me to go away.

Violet Harmon:
Yeah, but I never said goodbye.

Tate Langdon:
It's nothing personal. It's just that she's all alone. And that's not right!

[last lines]

Constance Langdon:
Now... what am I going to do with you?

Tate Langdon:
I'll wait. Forever if I have to.

Ben Harmon:
You're a psychopath, Tate.

Hayden McClaine:
Grow a pair. She's not into you. You're not getting back in her, she'll never talk to you again

Tate Langdon:
I'll wait... forever if I have to.

Tate Langdon:
I don't want to hurt you! Though I do have to kill you.

Gabriel:
Who are you? What are you doing in my room?

Tate Langdon:
It used to be my room... And then it was hers.

Gabriel:
What are you talking about?

Tate Langdon:
Violet. She was my girlfriend.

Constance Langdon:
May I confide something?

Helen:
Yeah.

Constance Langdon:
Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was destined for great things. I was gonna be somebody-a person of... significance. A star of the silver screen, I once thought. But my dreams became nightmares. Instead of laurels, funeral wreathes. Instead of glory, bitter disappointment, cruel afflictions. But now I understand, tragedy was preparing me for something greater. Every loss that came before was a lesson. I was being prepared. And now I know for what. This child. A remarkable boy. Destined for greatness! In need of a remarkable mother. Someone forged in the fires of adversity, who can guide him with wisdom. With firmness. With love.

Miss Hazel Evers:
There are more stains in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Hypodermic Sally:
Oh, come on. You telling people to stop killing is like Colonel Sanders telling us to stop eating chicken.

Mr. James March:
I'm not familiar with your military friend and his fondness for poultry, but my killing days are over.

Violet Harmon:
I love you, Tate. But I can't forgive you.

Violet Harmon:
It's not Utube with a U. It's Youtube. Y-o-u.

Tate Langdon:
Oh.

Tate Langdon:
You're all I want! You're all I have!

Violet Harmon:
I used to think you were like me. You were attracted to the darkness. But, Tate you are the darkness.

Tate Langdon:
No!

Tate Langdon:
Seriously, though, are you ready for all this? I mean, you never struck me as the diapers and midnight feedings type.

Patrick:
Maybe you should have taken a few minutes to get to know me before you stuck a fireplace poker up my ass.

Tate Langdon:
Fair enough.

Violet Harmon:
Tate? I haven't seen him in weeks!

Nora Montgomery:
Tell me, what's your name?

Young Tate:
Tate.

Nora Montgomery:
If Thaddeus comes back to scare you again, just shut your eyes and say GO AWAY, you understand, Tate?

Nora Montgomery:
He'll mind you because I'm going to protect you.

Young Tate:
I wish you were my mommy.

[to Violet]

Billie Dean Howard:
You're so young, I'm so sorry.

Misty Day:
It's you that will end in flames. I swear it!

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
My great literacy began with Greek mythology. I used to sit on daddy's lap and he would read me those stories - full of their vengeful gods and wondrous, miraculous creatures. But the Minotaur was *always* my favorite. Half man, half bull. And now, I have one of my very own.

Queenie:
Why don't you just do the world a favor and take an acting class, you D-list Botox bimbo!

Madison Montgomery:
You wanna be my slave tonight?

Archie:
What's in it for me?

Madison Montgomery:
Are you stupid? Slaves get nothing. Now why don't you get me another drink.

Cordelia Foxx:
I don't have a broom.

Fiona Goode:
That's ironic.

Fiona Goode:
What are we talking about? College boys? Taken in the prime of their lives, such a tragedy. Almost makes you want to cry, doesn't it? But then, the world's not gonna miss a bunch of a**holes in Ed Hardy t-shirts.

Madison Montgomery:
Who are you?

Fiona Goode:
You know, I've got to hand it to you - the bus flip... that's not easy. You are a sloppy little witch b*tch.

Madison Montgomery:
Go to hell, you stupid hag.

Fiona Goode:
Now, I've read all your files, and you're never gonna become great women of our clan sitting around here at Hogwarts, under the confused instruction of my daughter. We're going on a field trip. Jesus, go change your clothes. Wear something... black.

Madison Montgomery:
Where are we going? It's too hot, my frickin' vagina's sweating.

Fiona Goode:
When witches don't fight, we burn.

Fiona Goode:
Each one of you has a unique gift, but that's not nearly enough to be a real witch.

Madison Montgomery:
And you're a real witch?

Nan:
She's the Supreme.

Fiona Goode:
[laughs] You know that one? She's smarter than all of you put together.

Tour Guide:
Uh, excuse me, you can't just barge in on the tour without purchasing a ticket.

Fiona Goode:
You're giving us a tour for free.

Tour Guide:
Free! of course.

Madison Montgomery:
Owww! Stop it, you b*tch!

Queenie:
Stop what? I don't feel nothin', I'm a human voodoo doll!

Cordelia Foxx:
I have half a mind to enchant the locks after you leave.

Fiona Goode:
[laughs] Don't make me drop a house on you.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
My youngest, Pauline, well, her major talent has yet to reveal itself.

Pauline LaLaurie:
Perhaps my talent is in the boudoir, mother dear.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I guess we'll find out on your wedding night, mon petit.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
[Preparing for her blood facial] Ohhh, I'm runnin' out! We gon' have to get some more.

Borquita LaLaurie:
No! Please don't make me.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
You think I wanna do this? You can blame your father and his fresh-faced whore! Unless you'd like to split your inheritance with an endless parade of colored bastards.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Get off my property!

Marie Laveau:
I've heard that you are in need of my services.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
What could a Negress have that I would ever want?

Marie Laveau:
Mo p?l? Marie Laveau. I have the cure for you husband's affliction. His compulsion for young ladies.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I'll have you flogged for your insolence!

Marie Laveau:
A love potion to ensure fidelity.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
If the potion entrances as you promise, your future's assured.

Marie Laveau:
To our future together.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Salud.

[Sips the potion]

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Mmm. It's like honeysuckle.

[She finishes every last drop and starts to relax, but then feels uneasy. She falls to the floor, groans, gasps for air and coughs up blood]

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Get it out of me!

[She lies still with her eyes wide open, as if she's dead, as Marie Laveau watches intently]

Fiona Goode:
[Takes a look at Madame LaLaurie's dated attire] Come on, Mary Todd Lincoln. I'll buy you a drink.

Madison Montgomery:
Wasn't this house owned by the guy in 'Face/Off'?

Tour Guide:
Correct! The actor Nicolas Cage, was a previous owner.

Marie Laveau:
Well maybe you haven't heard the news about civilization started in Africa. We're more then just pins and dolls and seeing the future in chicken parts. You've been reading too many tourist guides.

Fiona Goode:
Speaking of tourist guides... No More Spray. I have been to St. Louis No. 1 and I have seen the tomb of Laveau. Seen the fat tourists from Little Rock to Hackensack drawing crosses on the bricks, making wishes to the bones of Marie Laveau. Little do they know, all they have to do to get their wishes granted was come down here to the Ninth Ward and get their hair braided.

Marie Laveau:
And what is your wish, Witch?

Fiona Goode:
I want what you have. Whatever it is that has kept you young all these years.

Marie Laveau:
[laughs] The Hammer wants the Nail's Magic. Oh, that is rich!

Fiona Goode:
Yeah, and you're gonna give it to me. Because, I have something you want.

Marie Laveau:
You could offer me a unicorn that sh*t hundred dollar bills and I'd still never give you nothing more than a headache.

Fiona Goode:
You're missing the point.

Madison Montgomery:
What's the point?

Fiona Goode:
The point is in this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of is me.

Zoe Benson:
[asking about the song playing] Who sings this?

Misty Day:
Who sings this? Fleetwood Mac! Stevie Nicks is my hero.

Zoe Benson:
That's Stevie Nicks from American Idol?

Misty Day:
Stevie Nicks. The White Witch. The only witch before you I've ever known.

Zoe Benson:
She's an actual witch?

Misty Day:
Listen to the lyrics, This song was her anthem... doesn't it just penetrate your soul and tell the truth about everything you've ever felt in your whole life?

Zoe Benson:
Yeah, totally.

Madison Montgomery:
Zoe, look around this room. Okay, what do you see?

Zoe Benson:
Tragedy.

Madison Montgomery:
I see potential. Look, nice legs over here. A great set of guns. [chuckles] I wonder if he's a show-er or a grower.

Zoe Benson:
What's your point, Madison?

Madison Montgomery:
We take the best boy parts, we attach them to Kyle's head, and we build the perfect boyfriend.

Zoe Benson:
Is this just a joke to you?

Madison Montgomery:
No, it's a challenge. All we have to do is follow this recipe. Find me a saw.

Misty Day:
This is wrong. All wrong. Murder. All rot and black. This will not be forgiven.

Lee:
What do you want, girl?

Misty Day:
Why would you kill God's innocent creatures? So They can be made into shoes?

Ray:
You think she's one of them goddamn PETA girls?

Lee:
No, she ain't from PETA. You should've stayed away, girl. You play with dead things, you're more than likely to join 'em.

Misty Day:
Not all dead.

Fiona Goode:
I'm kind of busy right now.

Cordelia Foxx:
My god, what's that smell?

Fiona Goode:
I, um... I went to a Chinese doctor, he gave me some herbs to boil. I know it's kind of pungent.

Cordelia Foxx:
We're about to have our morning gathering. I'm going to be going over the house rules with the girls, and I would like you to hear them.

Fiona Goode:
Hmm. Sounds riveting. [laughs] I'll be down in a minute.

Zoe Benson:
No! No, stop! Kyle! No! Look, maybe it would have been better for you to stay dead. I don't know! But I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't try.

Misty Day:
I forgive you. [Zoe screams] Even though you drew me out here. Turn around. Make a right.

Marie Laveau:
Clean your station, baby girl, 'cause I am sick and tired of them old boxes of Popeye's and Coke cans.

Fiona Goode:
In about ten seconds, I'm gonna turn the heat up in that chubby melon of yours, and I'm gonna turn your brains to scrambled eggs.

Flabby Customer:
Yo. The medium buckets is supposed to have eight pieces, this one has only seven.

Queenie:
My name is not "Yo." It's Queenie. And you must've miscounted because I packed that basket myself.

Flabby Customer:
Well you must've got a "D" in math 'cause there's only seven pieces.

Queenie:
Actually, sir, I got an "A" in math. All of them. Calculus, trig, Advanced algebra.

Flabby Customer:
Is that so?

Queenie:
Mm-hmm.

Flabby Customer:
Look, I'm sure you're a genius, just give me an extra piece of chicken and I'll be done here.

Queenie:
Look, Pencil Dick, I'm not stupid, okay? You ate that extra piece, and now you want a freebie.

Flabby Customer:
I'd like to speak to the manager, stupid fat ass.

Queenie:
What did you call me?

Flabby Customer:
Get the manager!

Queenie:
I *am* the manager!

Queenie:
I grew up on white girl sh*t like "Charmed", and "Sabrina, the Teenage Cracker". I didn't know that there even were black witches. But as it turns out, I'm an heir to Tituba. She was a house slave in Salem. She was the first to be accused of witchcraft. So technically, I'm part of your tribe.

Madison Montgomery:
Is this where we all sing "Kum-Bah-Yah"?

Queenie:
B*tch, I will eat you!

Fiona Goode:
Now, listen up, Miss Pittypat. If you scream, I'm gonna put you right back in the ground where I found you. You understand? Hmm?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Help!

Fiona Goode:
[Slaps] Shut up! Shut up! I want you to tell me right now, how it is you're still alive after all these years and not some moldering corpse.

Queenie:
What the...? Ohh, who are you?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Out of my way, slave.

Queenie:
Who you calling slave, b*tch? Yo, who is this stinky old lady... [Delphine bashes Queenie in the back of her head with a candlestick holder]

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
They defaced my home with a plaque. "The House of Madame LaLaurie. A Historical site." My home- a museum of horrors.

Fiona Goode:
People have always celebrated the macabre. You're not remembered fondly, but I guess that beats not being remembered at all.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I was a woman of my time.

Fiona Goode:
Hmm. That is a crock of sh*t. You've got a mean streak wider than your backside, or a sickness of the mind. Either way, if ten of the hundreds of things I have read about you are true, then you deserved every minute down there under all that dirt.

Zoe Benson:
Do you really think that's going to work?

Misty Day:
I know it will. This stuff is the sh*t. Literally. Louisiana swamp is full of Spanish moss and alligator dung. Amazing healing properties.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I don't care what kind of monster anybody says I am. I loved my girls... in my own way. Even the ugly one. The moment she came out of my belly, she was a shame to me. She had the face of a damn hippo, but I loved her just the same. Hell is real. I've seen it down in that box. Time disappears. The only thing that's left is what's in your mind's eye. And all mine saw were the faces of my girls. Forever.

Fiona Goode:
Idiots. Have you any idea what's going on out there? Now I forgave your ham-handed mass-murder business with the bus - over-exuberance of youth and all that. But if you haven't got the goddamn brains to know that when strangers come asking questions, we close ranks, then I fear our line is truly at an end.

Zoe Benson:
But they knew so much already.

Fiona Goode:
I couldn't toast a piece of bread with the heat they were putting on you!

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
They took my babies, you know? Hung 'em in straight line right up there. My husband, too. Him, I didn't care about. I'd been planning on killing him for weeks. Poison in his buckwheat.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Are you a witch or something?

Fiona Goode:
Why?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Well, I was hoping you were. Then maybe you'd know how to kill me.

Fiona Goode:
[laughs] Oh, I may kill you yet, but not today. But you run away again, and it's back in the box for you, understand?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Yes, ma'am.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
You think you and this rabble can frighten me? I am Madame Marie Delphine LaLaurie. And you're nothing. Your feeble attempt at poisoning me failed, n*gger witch.

Marie Laveau:
If I wanted you dead, you would be.

Marie Laveau:
It wasn't poison that I gave you but something far worse. My gift to you, Madame LaLaurie, was life everlasting. Immortality was in that bottle. Bring her! For your sins, Madame LaLaurie, you are damned to live forever. To never know the release of sweet death. To never reunite with loved ones in the realm beyond. But instead to be alone, sealed up in your unmarked grave for all eternity, listening to the world go on around you, even until that world is no more.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I fairly swoon when I see the look of terror register on a handsome face. It makes me feel young again.

Borquita LaLaurie:
Who would ever suspect foul play from the grieving daughters of their beloved mother's untimely death?

Pauline LaLaurie:
You are wicked, Borquita.

Nan:
You shouldn't be out of bed.

Queenie:
Tell it to the Army of Darkness.

Cadaver Man:
[to Fiona] You didn't throw that acid, but you might as well have.

Marie Jeanne LaLaurie:
We were never gonna do anything. It was just silly talk.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
It's because of my love for your plain faces that you can still draw breath. Be good, little birds, and I'll set you free in a year.

Pauline LaLaurie:
A year?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Just in time for next Hallows' Eve. Ooooh. And you, ringleader of the feeble-minded, you've earned a special present. On Christmas morning, I'm gonna stuff your conniving mouth full of sh*t.

Borquita LaLaurie:
No. No! No! No! [sobbing]

Marie Laveau:
I don't know what that was, but they got some real power in that witch house now.

Fiona Goode:
Time to deal with the rest of the trash, I see.

Zoe Benson:
Be in your nature.

Fiona Goode:
Now, it's true this coven has been under attack but not from outside - from inside. Our enemy hides in plain sight. Walks freely among us, unseen. Our enemy has a face, and I have seen this face. This face has a name: Myrtle Snow.

Myrtle Snow:
Outrageous lies!

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Borquita. What has she done to you? No. What have *I* done to you? There must be something still inside you that knows the mother who bore you. Come back to me, child. I would make amends.

Queenie:
You don't mess with the Supreme.

Pembroke:
Myrtle Snow, have you anything to say in your own defense?

Myrtle Snow:
You know what she is. Who would you believe?

Pembroke:
You give us no choice. Burn the witch.

Quentin:
Seconded.

Fiona Goode:
The decision of this council is unanimous and final.

Myrtle Snow:
No need to bind me. I shall not resist. Why would I? I've been swimming against the tide my whole life. Look where it got me. I'm used to being an outcast. The freak. Until I found my place in this coven. I thought I'd come home. But I was wrong. I go proudly to the flame. Go ahead. Burn me.

Fiona Goode:
Any last words?

Myrtle Snow:
You're all a bunch of little toads in a pot that Fiona is slowly bringing to a boil. You won't even feel it until it's too late. I'd rather burn than boil.

Stillborn Mother:
What are you doing? No! No, I don't want to look at her!

Fiona Goode:
Come on, hold her. Hold her, she's your daughter. You have to keep them close so they feel safe. Now talk to her.

Stillborn Mother:
I don't understand. Why are you doing this? My baby is dead.

Fiona Goode:
No, no, no, no, no. Come on, talk to her. Tell her... "I love you more than the whole world." Come on. Say it to her.

Stillborn Mother:
I love you more than the whole world.

Fiona Goode:
You're the most beautiful baby. Tell her how beautiful she is.

Stillborn Mother:
Please. I can't do this.

Fiona Goode:
Tell her how beautiful she is. You're so beautiful. Tell her.

Stillborn Mother:
You're beautiful.

Fiona Goode:
Now say, I'll never leave you.

Stillborn Mother:
I'll... I'll never leave you.

Fiona Goode:
I'll be your mother... until you die. Tell her.

Stillborn Mother:
I'll be your mother until the day you die.

Fiona Goode:
Tell her again.

Stillborn Mother:
I'll be your mother until you die. [the baby begins to cry] What's happening? She's breathing! She's breathing!

The Axeman:
I am not a human being, but a spirit, a fell demon from hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians call, the Axeman.

The Axeman:
When I see fit, I shall come again and claim other victims. I alone, know who they shall be. I shall leave no clue, except, my bloody axe. Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer... for which I am! But, I could be much worse if I wanted too. At will, i could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.

Lady Reading Newspaper:
Yes. Just as expected. Death. [on reading Tarot Cards for Axeman]

The Axeman:
You have no-one to blame but yourself.

Witch:
That reading was for you!

Queenie:
[on Ouija board answer] Axeman! Stop! Stop! Stop! If survival is so important to you, you better find out who you're talking too!

Queenie:
The spirit will say anything to get released. They mess with you!

Violet Harmon:
Is that why he said we killed him?

Adelaide 'Addie' Langdon:
No! He thinks we're them!

Violet Harmon:
Class of 1919. The same year as the Axeman disappeared.

Billie Dean Howard:
I had to go blind to see things about you, I couldn't see before. A bad cosmic joke. It's a different kind of clarity, an absolute clarity, I've never had. The images almost vibrate with light.

Violet Harmon:
Okay, you twisted, tea-serving, necrophiliac! It's time to fess up! You killed Madison.

Larry Harvey:
I'm a man of uniquely developed appetites.

The Axeman:
Don't think so dirty, pussycat!

The Axeman:
Get those witches in here and release me now!

Witch:
[on the Axeman - 1919] This is an outrage. This madman is holding our city hostage to his twisted whim.

1919 Street Patron:
Millie, do you think playing the Victrola will suffice? Come Tuesday evening, a jazz ensemble in New Orleans will be more precious than the Hope Diamond.

1919 Street Patron 2:
We can choose jazz songs from my collection of phonographs.

Lady Reading Newspaper:
Why should we do anything to appease this Axeman?

Witch:
Because he kills women with an axe!

1919 Street Patron:
Do I have to remind you? He says, "One thing is certain "and that is some of those persons who do not jazz it on Tuesday night will get the axe.

1919 Street Patron 2:
Witch No. 3: His prose could use refinement but we get the point.

1919 Street Patron 2:
Witch No. 2: If we don't play jazz music Tuesday night...

Lady Reading Newspaper:
...We're inviting an attack... it could not be more clear Sister. The real question is, what are we to do? Ladies, we have been docile too long. We are powerful, even though none of you have yet to believe it. Not only are we descendants of Salem but we are suffragettes. We're on the verge of our greatest victory, giving us the equal right to vote. If we embody our feminine might, intelligence with grace, strength with an iron will, no man can make us cower in our home.

The Axeman:
Well, hello pretty lady. What you drinking?

[last lines]

The Axeman:
They have never seen me, 'for I am invisible' even as the ether which surrounds your earth.

[first lines]

The Countess:
He's full of rage. I can still smell it. Like copper.

Sister Jude Martin:
[to Timothy Howard] Hell, I'm the Queen of Candyland.

Aileen Wuornos:
You know what you do when all you know is people taking? You start to give, give it away before they can take it from you, give it all away for free. And that way, you can pretend that it doesn't hurt.

Elsa Mars:
My talent has been known to render men speechless, but you'll have to get over it if we are going to work together.

Edward Mordrake:
It is not your talent that renders me speechless. It is your delusional ignorance.

Elsa Mars:
Excuse me?

Edward Mordrake:
You are a tattered waste of oxygen who bolsters herself with contempt for others. I am not here to take you on to greatness, woman. I am here to take someone with me to the other side, perhaps you.

Twisty the Clown:
I was the special children's clown to Rusty Westchester's Traveling Carnival. I made 'em laugh. I love the children. But not the freaks.

Twisty the Clown:
I'm a good clown.

Edward Mordrake:
Never cared for dwarves. Power mad, the lot of them.

Fiona Goode:
Tonight I'm going to let the whole world in and get a good look at me. Who's the baddest witch in town?

Myrtle Snow:
Fiona, it's been a long time.

Fiona Goode:
Myrtle Snow... look at you, developing a sense of style when no one was paying attention.

Queenie:
Madison Montgomery is a stone cold b*tch who loves hard drinking, big d*cks and trouble. If she's dead, it's probably because she got wasted and offered the Grim Reaper a handjob or something.

Spalding:
These are my last words, Miss Fiona. I have always loved you.

Hank Foxx:
You brought soup?

Kaylee:
There's a vending machine in the lobby. It sells all kinds of stuff. Soup, burritos. Can you imagine? I mean, in my town all you could get from a vending machine was pop and Reese's.

Hank Foxx:
I was in a place in San Diego once where they had sushi in the vending machines.

Kaylee:
The raw fish stuff? That sounds disgusting even when it's fresh.

Fiona Goode:
Oh, Spalding. I must confess, I've always enjoyed our little talks together. Particularly since you lost your tongue. It makes you seem... wiser, somehow. More thoughtful.

Marie Laveau:
I don't have time to argue with you. Either you're with me or against me. And if it's the latter, you best stay out of my way.

Young Myrtle:
I can't believe Fiona is getting away with it.

Young Fiona:
Getting away with what, dogface?

Young Myrtle:
Murder.

Zoe Benson:
You're being morbid. Madison's not dead.

Nan:
Then why can't I hear her?

Queenie:
Maybe she found a way to keep you out of her head. I know I've been trying.

Nan:
No. She passed.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Miss Fiona, you look...

Fiona Goode:
Younger?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I was gonna say beautiful.

Fiona Goode:
Oh. Well, both are correct.

Nan:
Are those for Madison?

Luke Ramsey:
Actually, these cookies are for you.

Nan:
[gasps] For me?

Luke Ramsey:
I wanted to pay you back for that delicious cake you brought over!

Kaylee:
To think I found you in an online community dedicated to collecting Thomas Kinkade paintings.

Cordelia Foxx:
Where's my rug?

Zoe Benson:
Kyle, no!

Kyle Spencer:
Kyle? No Kyle.

Cora:
Times are changing, Marie. President Kennedy's in the White House.

Marie Laveau:
Yeah?

Cora:
Mm-hmm.

Marie Laveau:
Uh-huh. And the White Citizens' Council of New Orleans warned the city about the Congolese raping their daughters. And the Burr Heads being forced into their schools.

Cora:
I have faith in the future.

Cordelia Foxx:
My God, what happened?

Fiona Goode:
This girl was attacked near to death while you slept.

Cordelia Foxx:
By who?

Fiona Goode:
Not who. By what. Some minion of hell or other.

Cordelia Foxx:
Summoned by who? Not one of our girls?

Fiona Goode:
Oh, Christ, our girls couldn't pull a rabbit out of a hat. This was dark art voodoo, flat out.

Cordelia Foxx:
Marie Laveau.

Fiona Goode:
No doubt.

Myrtle Snow:
You must think you're very clever.

Fiona Goode:
I do. I do think I'm very clever.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I don't know how to thank you for saving my life.

Queenie:
I guess you'll just have to work on that then, huh?

Cordelia Foxx:
Wow. I had no idea the Council would be joining us today. [whispers] How screwed am I?

Myrtle Snow:
Mm, just breathe.

Nan:
Yeah, she had powers all right. Lots of them. She set the neighbor's curtains on fire.

Myrtle Snow:
How did she do that?

Nan:
By looking at them. It was awesome.

Fiona Goode:
So, you old hens... What have you come to cluck about?

Myrtle Snow:
The Council reminds you, no witch has been tried, convicted, and burned at the stake since 1926. And on a personal note I'd like to add, I've got a book of matches in my pocket Fiona, and I'm just *dying* to light this fire.

Cordelia Foxx:
Why do you hate Hank? Are you attracted to him?

Fiona Goode:
Ugh! Jesus. Because, Delia, he reeks of bullshit. And I don't understand how you cannot see that.

Myrtle Snow:
[shouting] This will not stand! You killed Anna-Lee because she was the last Supreme! And you killed an innocent girl because she was the next Supreme! You'll get away with it! She keeps getting away with it!

Cordelia Foxx:
You're wrong. You think my mother killed Madison Montgomery so she could remain the Supreme?

Myrtle Snow:
Yes! You're blind to the ways of your mother, chicky! You always have been!

Cordelia Foxx:
Madison wasn't the next Supreme. The hallmark of any rising Supreme is glowing, radiant health. Madison had a heart murmur. She kept it monitored, she kept it secret. So I'm sorry, Myrtle. For 40 years, you've been barking up the wrong tree. My mother is the Supreme for a reason.

Quentin:
Hear, hear.

Myrtle Snow:
Please tell me this is a hallucination driven by my bouquet of atropa belladonna.

Marcy:
Don't put the blame on Mame.

Chad:
Then you go to the Farmer's Market or an off-ramp in Valencia and you buy a bag from Pedro! I mean, where's the effort?

Ben Harmon:
Stay here and don't open the door!

Violet Harmon:
Not open the door? But it's Halloween!

Adelaide:
I want to be a *Pretty Girl*!

Constance:
No! You'll go as Snoopy or not at all.

Patrick:
This is all bullshit! What we've become is bullshit! I don't give a sh*t about carving pumpkins! I want passion! Love! I want to be in a relationship with a man, not Martha Stewart! I can't believe this is who we've become. Hallow-queens arguing over pumpkins! We wanted to have a baby. We were going to have this... great life!

Chad:
With you, at this point? I'm bulletproof.

Larry Harvey:
Gimme my treat! You *don't* want the *trick*!

Constance:
[fuming] That girl has got another cupcake coming.

Steph:
Uh, It says take one. Can't you read?

Adelaide:
I'm a pretty girl! I want Violet to see!

Steph:
[Looks at friends and laughs] Shortbus.

Tate Langdon:
I used to come here... when the world closed in and got so small I couldn't breathe. I'd look out at the ocean, and I'd think... "Yo, douche bag, high school counts for jack sh*t." Kurt Cobain, Quentin Tarantino, Brando, DeNiro, Pacino, all high school dropouts. I... hated high school. So I'd come here and I'd look out at this vast, limitless expanse. Then it's like, that's your life, man. You can do anything, could be anything. Screw high school. That's... it's just a blip in your timeline. Don't get stuck there.

Nora Montgomery:
I want to bury our son in this. Charles? What are you doing? [shouts] What have you done to our baby? [Sobs]

Chad:
I feel like I'm doomed for all of eternity to be trapped in an unhappy, adulterous relationship, working on this goddamn house. Which will never be just the way I want it.

Moira O'Hara:
You are.

Violet Harmon:
It's been insane here. First the cops were outside and some freak started banging on the door screaming about money.

Tate Langdon:
Sh*t like that does tend to go down on Halloween. Probably just a**hole kids. It's fine now, I'm here.

[gives her a black rose]

Tate Langdon:
I painted it black, I know how you don't like normal things.

Violet Harmon:
You're the first boy that ever gave me a flower. Thank you, I love it.

Kyle Greenwell:
Oh, great. He sends his little girlfriend out.

Steph Bogg:
With a pair of scissors. You gonna make us some paper dolls?

Constance Langdon:
One of the many comforts of having children is knowing one's youth has not fled but merely been passed down to a new generation. They say when a parent dies, a child feels his own mortality. But when a child dies, it's immortality that a parent loses.

Hayden McClaine:
I'm rotting from the inside out. What's happening to me? Oh, right. A gazebo, Ben? Not even a decent headstone? A gazebo? You thought I was gone, so you just thought you could throw me away like I didn't matter? Like I never even existed? Is that what you think of women, Ben? That they're just some disposable nothings that you can sit on top of as you casually drink iced tea?

Ben Harmon:
Stop screwing with me!

Constance Langdon:
Go ahead, drink your- drink your tea, honey.

Violet Harmon:
Can I have one of those?

Constance Langdon:
Oh, a cigarette? Oh. Certainly. Just don't let your mama know that I am encouraging your vices.

Hayden McClaine:
I'm not some silly schoolgirl. I'm a woman. And I matter!

Nora Montgomery:
[to Ben] You're a disgrace. Is that all the fight you have left in you? How can you allow that ghoul to take the only thing that gives your pathetic life any meaning at all? Hold still. [unbinds Ben's wrists] I will not permit another failure in this house. Save the baby.

Fiona Goode:
We need to talk.

Marie Laveau:
You and I ain't got nothing to say to each other. Take your skinny ass and that filthy thing and get out.

Fiona Goode:
You don't want to talk to me? Fine. Then give what's in this box a wash and set.

Marie Laveau:
You think it's so easy. Stroll in here and expect we gonna fix this truce?

Fiona Goode:
Oh, to hell with the truce. What I'm looking for is an alliance. Your tribe, my coven, joined.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Are you insane?

Marie Laveau:
Uh! What the head said!

Fiona Goode:
[to LaLaurie] I told you to shut up!

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
You can't make a deal with a darkie! You can't trust 'em as far as you can spit. Like I told the governor.

Fiona Goode:
[stuffs a crumpled piece of paper in LaLaurie's mouth] Shut up!

Cordelia Foxx:
Goddamn it! Could people please not move things? Some of us are blind!

Myrtle Snow:
Delia, there's a... I need to say something, or I'll simply explode. I need to know for certain that you don't think I did this to you. I remember the first day Fiona dropped you off here. You were like a baby bird, pushed too soon from the nest. Do you remember what you asked me?

Young Cordelia:
Will you be my mother now?

Myrtle Snow:
I've always loved you like a daughter. Wrap your arms around me, dear girl. Use your power of sight, and you'll see that I could not have done this terrible thing.

Cordelia Foxx:
No. I won't. I don't need magic to tell me what I already know. I know you would never hurt me. I never doubted you for a second, and I told my mother that. My mother set you up. My blindness gave me real vision, but it's of no use to me now. Not when there are witch hunters right outside our door.

Myrtle Snow:
Darling, if I could pluck my own eyes out of my head and gift them to you, I would.

Myrtle Snow:
So, before we move on to our lobster poch? beurre, a little melon ball palate cleanser. Remember back in the day, Pembie? We'd always be served a palate cleanser at Sunday supper.

Cecily Pembroke:
Such a sensible tradition, nobody bothers anymore.

Quentin:
Now, Myrtle, Pembie and I were just saying in addition to how thrilling it was to get your phone call, we-we...

Cecily Pembroke:
I've... we've... just had terrible regrets about the whole misunderstanding.

Quentin:
And we cannot get over your skin.

Cecily Pembroke:
Ah. No burn scars.

Quentin:
You look younger than ever. We-we've got to hear all about this Misty Day and her magical mud. Should we be looking into it? Selling it, perhaps?

Myrtle Snow:
You miss the point, darling. The swamp mud is a metaphor, her metaphor. She's a sophisticated witch with extraordinary gifts, hiding out as a hippie swamp rat. From humble hillbilly stock, she's been a witch since birth, her power and humanity separating her from everyone around her. In fact, those around her have tried endlessly to destroy her, in order to mask their own evil purposes. Yet she rose from the ashes, stronger than ever, more fully realized. A living testament to the greater ideals of our coven. Power, compassion, and uniqueness... We are lucky to have found her, and she us. It resonates with my own story, doesn't it?

Cecily Pembroke:
Myrtle, I want to toast you. For your spirit of... f... give...

Myrtle Snow:
Forgiveness, you say? Forgiveness is, and always will be, the high road... the preferred road. Would that we had such luxury. Oh, Quentin. Not to worry. It's just a bit of monkshood in your balls. Causes temporary paralysis. "Human Statue Syndrome," we call it. I believe it's the nervous system first. You lose control over your limbs, the muscles harden into cement, and it feels like ice in your veins. Then the respiratory system. Or is it the other way around? Well, no matter. It's supposed to be quite terrifying, is it? Are you terrified? You should be. At any rate, I'm not going to kill you. Well, maybe after dessert. I put a lot of effort into the key lime pie. I do love a key lime pie, even more than a ile flottante. Call me a Philistine! Enough chit-chat. You've both wanted to eliminate me for years, so you could dominate the Council. But I was never worried you'd be hapless enough to try. Quentin! You're a fatuous fool and a drunk! Pembie, you're even worse. You're weak-willed, boring, and your fashion faux pas give me nightmares. I invited you here not to chastise you or exact revenge, But to help out the coven. To help out my beloved Cordelia. Ha! I bet you thought, "Oh, she left the melon baller in there. She's growing old and forgetful!" [scoops out Pembroke's left eye with the melon baller]

Myrtle Snow:
I had a Turkish Angora cat who was born with one brown eye and one blue. She was absolutely gorgeous.

Cordelia Foxx:
Oh, my God. I can see.

Fiona Goode:
Who let this charcoal briquette back in? Oh, sweet Jesus.

Myrtle Snow:
He gets no credit. It was I who restored our beloved Cordelia.

Fiona Goode:
You're not witch enough to pull off something this delicate.

Myrtle Snow:
Oh, but you're wrong. I'm more witch now than I ever was, and I've got you to thank, Fiona. Being burned at the stake was an empowering experience. There are secrets in the flames, and I came back with more than a few.

Fiona Goode:
You couldn't find two that matched? Why do they look so familiar?

Myrtle Snow:
The generous donors wish to remain anonymous.

Zoe Benson:
You can't smoke in here, Madison.

Madison Montgomery:
Why don't you go tell someone? Ugh, sick people really gross me out.

Queenie:
Time for some sensitivity training.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
What fresh hell is this?

Queenie:
Roots: The Saga of an American Family. You are gonna watch all eight hours of it, followed by the sequel, Roots: The Next Generation.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Why don't you just throw my head in that fire pit? I wanna die! I'm ready.

Queenie:
Believe me, I'd love nothing more than to melt your ugly face right off your skull, but you are ignorant. And you're not leaving this earth until I educate you about those people you tortured: my people. We're gonna have ourselves a little film festival. You're gonna watch Mandingo, The Color Purple, and then my personal favorite - B*A*P*S, starring Miss Halle Berry. But first, based on the bestselling novel by the great black writer Alex Haley - one family's epic story, from slavery to freedom. [starts video]

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Oh, God.

Queenie:
Roots.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
No, no, no, not that jungle music.

Queenie:
Enjoy.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
No, no, no, turn it down! Oh, Lord! Ugh, no! [sings "Dixie"]

Hank Foxx:
You got a dog?

Fiona Goode:
Well, one dog moves out, another moves in. You know, it's the cycle of life.

Hank Foxx:
But you hate animals... and all other living things.

Fiona Goode:
Well, that's true, but we needed some protection around here.

Hank Foxx:
I know that. Why do you think I came back?

Fiona Goode:
You? Ha! Protect? Really? Oh. You know why I got a female attack dog?

Hank Foxx:
Because b*tches stick together?

Fiona Goode:
Because females are more loyal and aggressive when it comes to protecting their families. Good to see you, Hank.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Yeah! I kept my eyes shut tight the entire time, vile negress. I didn't see a bit of it.

Queenie:
I'm not surprised. You kept your eyes closed your entire life. You can't keep your ears closed though. Not without no hands to cover them.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
What is that heinous caterwauling?

Queenie:
Something my grandma used to listen to. If this doesn't touch your soul, you don't have one.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
When will my perdition end?

Queenie:
When you learn something. You're one stubborn old lady head, you know.

Moira O'Hara:
I'll get the shovel. You get the bleach.

Constance:
[taking a bowl of chocolate batter to Adelaide] Now *spit* on it!

Gladys:
Can't you girls just leave her alone? What ever did she do to you?

Gigi:
She refused to pray for my sins.

Gladys:
I hope you get the clap!

Constance:
My womb was cursed. My husband was the spitting image of Van Johnson. Our combined beauty was an affront to the gods!

Gladys:
[refering to Gigi] What's her problem? She forget her diaphragm or something?

Maria:
You can still get the clap with a diaphragm, you know.

Larry Harvey:
I'm trying very hard not to judge you.

Ben Harmon:
Me? You murdered your entire family!

Larry Harvey:
Yes, but I was never unfaithful.

Larry Harvey:
You don't have a choice, you're going to have to do the honorable thing to save your family. You're going to have to lie.

Vivien Harmon:
I not usually much of a cupcake girl myself.

Constance:
Oh, they're not for you. At your age? You may as well just crazy-glue a stick of butter to your ass.

Constance:
[in a whisper] Is there anything more wonderful than the promise of a new child. Or more heartbreaking when that promise is broken.

Constance:
There isn't a closed door that beauty can't open.

[last lines]

Ben Harmon:
I'm home.

Vivien Harmon:
No your not. We're selling this house.

Leah:
Do you believe in the devil?

Violet Harmon:
No.

Leah:
I do. I've looked into his eyes.

Sister Jude Martin:
I hear you caused quite a disturbance tonight. Some anti-Semitic remarks set you off.

Anne Frank:
They made a joke. The businessmen at the bar. They said, "Don't let them Jew you down." That's how it always starts, you know? With jokes!

Sister Jude Martin:
There's blood on your coat there. Is it yours?

Anne Frank:
It's theirs. I broke a beer bottle. I stabbed them. They will live, but they will never forget.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Ah. You must be the new girl.

Anne Frank:
You were there.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
What?

Anne Frank:
In Auschwitz. Nazi! Murderer! You Nazi swine!

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Orderly. Sedate this woman.

Anne Frank:
Don't you remember me, Doctor? I am Anne. Anne Frank!

Sister Mary Eunice McKee:
I've taken the liberty of choosing one, Sister Jude. A cane befitting their... transgression.

Sister Jude Martin:
I don't know what's gotten into you lately, Sister. But it's a decided improvement.

Detective Connors:
Maybe we can ask you a question about one of your patients here. Kit Walker.

Sister Jude Martin:
What about him?

Detective Connors:
He seem like the kind of guy that would have the surgical skill to remove a woman's skin?

Detective Byers:
And her head?

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Go to hell.

Anne Frank:
I've been there.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
Sister, this obsession with Dr. Arden has to stop.

Sister Jude Martin:
But there's mounting evidence that this man is a war criminal.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
Just a moment. Where are you getting this information?

Sister Jude Martin:
There is a patient who survived the death camps. She remembers him.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
Which patient is this?

Sister Jude Martin:
Her name is Anne.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
Anne who?

Sister Jude Martin:
[sigh] Anne Frank. I know it- I know how it sounds, but you...

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
No, I really don't think you do.

Sister Jude Martin:
I saw a prison tattoo. She was in Auschwitz.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
Where's she now, hiding in the attic?

Sister Jude Martin:
Where did you get the gun, Anne?

Anne Frank:
I took it off one of those detectives. And it's a good thing I did. He would've killed me.

Sister Jude Martin:
Dr. Arden?

Anne Frank:
Gruper. Hans Gruper. I told you. He's a Nazi. The thing in his lab- did you see it?

Sister Jude Martin:
What thing? What do you think you saw?

Anne Frank:
Oh, God. He got rid of it before anyone could see.

Sister Jude Martin:
Dr. Arden was in no condition to do any such thing. When I arrived, he was being rushed to the hospital.

Anne Frank:
Good. I hope he dies.

Sister Jude Martin:
Now come on. Wake up. He's not going to die. He'll be back here, and soon. Maybe with the police. Maybe with the monsignor. You could end up on his operating table and I out in the street. So before that happens, I want you to tell me what you think you saw.

Anne Frank:
Go and look.

Sister Jude Martin:
We did look. Now, Frank says you claimed to have seen... some sort of creature that was alive. Maybe it escaped on its own?

Anne Frank:
I doubt that, Sister. It- It had no legs!

Dr. Oliver Thredson:
Sounds to me like a classic case of postpartum psychosis.

Sister Jude Martin:
How long have you been standing there, Dr. Buttinski?

Kit Walker:
Now?

Sister Mary Eunice McKee:
Yes. If you hurry, you might be able to have supper.

Kit Walker:
Supper? I thought you were taking me for the operation.

Sister Mary Eunice McKee:
No, Kit. Sister Jude changed her mind. She said you showed signs of true redemption. You're being released from solitary. Yay.

Kit Walker:
What about Grace?

Sister Mary Eunice McKee:
Oh, I haven't forgotten about her.

Grace Bertrand:
I can't believe you'll hear me say this, but I actually miss the food from the kitchen.

Sister Mary Eunice McKee:
Oh, you won't be eating tonight. No food for 12 hours before the procedure.

Grace Bertrand:
You said Sister Jude changed her mind.

Sister Mary Eunice McKee:
For Kit. Rest up, dear. You're going under the knife in the morning, you'll need your strength.

Grace Bertrand:
No. No. You can't do that! Let me out! Come back! Let me out! Let me out! Someone! [Screams]

Dr. Oliver Thredson:
You've had an incredibly stressful day. I'm going to prescribe a little something to take the edge off.

Lana Winters:
I don't want any medicine.

Dr. Oliver Thredson:
A big delicious glass of wine.

Lana Winters:
Well, that doesn't sound half bad.

Dr. Oliver Thredson:
White or red?

Lana Winters:
Red.

Dr. Oliver Thredson:
You're gonna write about this, and you're gonna win a Pulitzer Prize. I just know, it Lana. You are the person to tell my story.

Lana Winters:
*Your* story?

Lana Winters:
I think I made a wrong turn.

Dr. Oliver Thredson:
I see you found my little... hobby.

Lana Winters:
You make furniture?

Dr. Oliver Thredson:
Lamps, mainly. I make the shades myself.

Lana Winters:
Really? What kind of material do you use?

Dr. Oliver Thredson:
Skin.

Lana Winters:
[Discovers Wendy's frozen corpse in Dr. Thredson's lair] Wendy. Oh, my God. Wendy. [Sobbing] Wendy!

Dr. Oliver Thredson:
She's been on ice for awhile. I was hoping she'd be a little more pliable by the time you came to.

Lana Winters:
[Whispering] What's happening? [shouting] What did you do to her?

Dr. Oliver Thredson:
Kept her fresh. Normally, by now I would've... removed the skin. And head. But we need to keep her around a little longer for our purposes. We're going to continue our therapy now, Lana. You can begin... by kissing her cold lips. Don't worry. She won't bite. [Puts on Bloody Face mask] I took her teeth. [Lana screams]

Sister Jude Martin:
When I was a child, I'd come home after school to an empty house. My father had flown the coop. My mother worked as a maid in a hotel. It was lonely, so I brought in a baby squirrel I'd found and kept him in a shoe box. And then one day when I came home, he looked sickly. He was dead already, but I didn't know that. I'd forgotten to... feed him for a couple days. So I took him out of the box, and I laid him on the table, and I prayed my heart out for several hours. And when my mother came home and found us, she screamed bloody murder, and she picked him up and threw him in the garbage. She worked hard, my mother. She was exhausted, and she couldn't have known how cruel that was. But I cried and cried, saying, "God didn't answer my prayers." I remember, my mother was pouring herself a whiskey- the Martin family cure for everything. She looked at me and laughed. "God always answers our prayers, Judy. It's just rarely the answer we're looking for."

Johnny Morgan:
So I guess you've had a pretty great life huh?

Lana Winters:
It's been eventful.

Johnny Morgan:
It's about to end. You get that right?

Lana Winters:
I knew it the moment I saw you.

Sister Jude Martin:
If you look in the face of evil, evil's gonna look right back at you.

Elsa Mars:
No matinees. No, people don't come to see freaks in the heat of the day, they come in the evening, when the darkness moves in and speaks of mystery, the unknown. When logic loosens its vice grip and the imagination comes out to play. Night allows the stars to shine and we come alive. No, daytime is for kiddie shows, clowns and Kewpie dolls. Maybe that's what you're used to, but you're in a real freak show now, my freak show.

Constance:
I also remember, every time I see that ghostly eye, that I was - and continue to be - a hell of a *shot*.

Hayden:
I am *not* a whore, Ben! I matter! I *MATTER*!

Constance:
[to a sobbing Moira] Now you'll be here *forever*.

Marcy:
Nobody's buying me cooking lessons, Mrs. *Hormon*!

Hugo:
You want a new Camaro? We got a new shipment in yesterday.

Constance:
[hands Moira a piece of the Harmons' silverware] Do me a favor and polish this up before I take it, won't you? It's cruddy with corrosion, and do you know why? Because you *are* a shitty maid.

Hayden:
You know what I could go for? A nice, big, fat, juicy... [she gets bludgeoned in the face with a shovel]

Nora Montgomery:
Damn it, Charles. Are you down in the basement again? Charles?

Charles Montgomery:
For God's sake, I'm working!

Nora Montgomery:
Working. I wish. Now come upstairs for dinner, you've made us wait five whole minutes.

Charles Montgomery:
[rips the bat wing off the baby pig corpse he had sewn it on to] You've ruined it.

Charles Montgomery:
What have you done to that baby? Can't even tell if it's a girl or a boy.

Nora Montgomery:
You're a disgrace, Charles. How you can call yourself a man is beyond me. You think I came all the way here from Philadelphia for this? This life? This... house?

Charles Montgomery:
I built you this house exactly the way you wanted it.

Nora Montgomery:
And how many servants do we have? Two? And I'm expected to do everything else? Good, Charles. Drink your talent away. You're a waste. Even looking at you I'm sick to my stomach.

Charles Montgomery:
You'll see. They will write articles about me one day in the Boston Medical Journal.

Nora Montgomery:
Ha!

Charles Montgomery:
[Throws his wine glass, it hits the wall and shatters]

Nora Montgomery:
[laughing] Good, Charles. Break everything!

Nora Montgomery:
[the baby cries, Nora can't be bothered. irritated, she rings the bell for the nanny] Daphne, when you hear the baby crying, come in straightaway and bring him upstairs.

Daphne:
Yes, ma'am. Yes, angel. Come here. It's all right, shhh.

Nora Montgomery:
They came again today. The bill collectors. Charles? DO YOU HEAR ME?

Charles Montgomery:
I'm not deaf! Would that I were.

Nora Montgomery:
Now you listen to me. You're going to support this family one way or the other. I've arranged for a girl to come tomorrow morning with $60 cash. She's in trouble. She probably has friends. So you'd better not be blotto.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
[about Sister Mary Eunice] I admired her purity. Her innocence. I never had any, even as a boy. Now it's gone. It's been taken from her.

Violet Harmon:
Both of you kind of make me want to kill myself.

Tate:
What do you want?

Constance:
I wanted to see you... are you feeling any better?

[Tate gives no response]

Constance:
Are the visits with the good doctor helping you?

Tate:
Yeah. We're really getting to the root of my problem. Turns out, I hate my mother.

Nora Montgomery:
If mother could see me now... polishing my own silver. Charles, look at me. Oh, I wish I were a widow. I certainly look the part. I bought this dress for my mother's funeral. Who ever thought I'd be wearing it again... to bury my son?

Charles Montgomery:
That's not true.

Nora Montgomery:
Because of you, and what you did... We'll have to forgo an open casket.

Charles Montgomery:
Nora, I'm trying to tell you something. There will be no funeral. The baby is upstairs and waiting for you in the nursery.

Nora Montgomery:
I was wrong about you, Charles. You are a genius.

Charles Montgomery:
How long I've waited to hear you say that. All I wanted was to prove myself.

Nora Montgomery:
How on earth did you do it?

Charles Montgomery:
I used the beating heart from one of our girls. [Chuckles]

Nora Montgomery:
Amazing.

Charles Montgomery:
Nora? Where's the baby?

Nora Montgomery:
I thought he was hungry. I tried to nurse him, but... it wasn't milk he was craving. We're damned, Charles. Because of what we did to those girls. Those poor, innocent girls... and their babies. That thing upstairs- it's not human. I tried to kill it.

Charles Montgomery:
No.

Nora Montgomery:
I tried. I stabbed it with a letter opener... but it clung to life, Charles.

Charles Montgomery:
No! I finally succeeded at something.

Nora Montgomery:
We'll alert the media at once! Hold a press conference.

Charles Montgomery:
You would do that? For me?

Nora Montgomery:
Of course. I'm proud of you, Charles. You are a man, after all.

Constance:
I got your flowers. [Chuckles] They smelled of the gas station where you bought them. Red roses? Could you be more of a pathetic, cheap cliche?

Desiree Dupree:
I wasn't born on a farm, but I know bullshit when I smell it, and that's a whole lot of bullshit.

Maggie Esmerelda:
Go to Hell, triple tits.

Tate:
Something has changed in you. Towards me. You're distant, cold. I don't know what I've done, but I'll leave you alone from now on if that's what you want. Is that what you want? You know why I'd leave you alone? Because I care about your feelings more than mine. I love you. There I said it, not just on some chalkboard. I would never let anybody or anything hurt you. I've never felt that way about anyone.

Violet Harmon:
Come here.

[Tate climbs into the bed]

Tate:
I'm tired.

Violet Harmon:
Me too.

Tate:
I like birds, too.

Violet Harmon:
Why do you like them?

Tate:
Because they can fly away when things get too crazy, I guess.

Violet Harmon:
The darkness. It has me.

[Violet falls asleep after overdosing on sleeping pills. The scene cuts to Tate dragging her down the hall]

Tate Langdon:
[crying] Don't you die on me, Violet! No, don't you die!

[He drags her into the bathroom]

Tate Langdon:
Don't you die on me!

[He turns the shower on]

Tate Langdon:
Violet!

[He sticks his fingers down Violet's throat. She wakes up, throwing up the sleeping pills. When she sees Tate, she begins to cry]

Tate Langdon:
[whispering] It's okay...

[He kisses her neck as they both continue to cry]

Tate:
You're doing it wrong, if you're trying to kill yourself you cut vertically, they can't stitch that up...

Violet Harmon:
How'd you get in here?

Tate:
If you're trying to kill yourself, you might also try locking the door...

Constance:
Don't make me kill you *again*.

Constance:
And soon after came the mongoloid, and of course, I couldn't work after that.

Young Adelaide:
You are gonna *die* in there.

Constance:
I'm a good christian, but Jesus H. Christ.

Young Adelaide:
You're gonna regret it... you're gonna regret it... you're gonna regret it...

Adelaide:
You're going to die in there.

Troy:
Shut your mouth or we're gonna kick your ass!

Bryan:
We got bats.

Tate:
Something's changed in you Violet. You're distant, cold.

Constance:
It's sage. For cleansing spirits. Too many bad memories here...

Violet Harmon:
And the worst thing is my mom had like this brutal miscarriage a year earlier. We had to have this macabre funeral. Have you ever seen a baby coffin before?

Tate:
I kill people I like.

Ben Harmon:
People tell stories to cope with their fears. All art and myths are just creations to give us a sense of control over things we're scared of. Afraid of dying? Create reincarnation. Afraid of evil? Create a benevolent god who sends evil doers to hell.

Vivien Harmon:
What are you doing?

Ben Harmon:
Am I dreaming?

Vivien Harmon:
Do you ever get tired of cleaning up other people's messes?

Moira O'Hara:
We're women, it's what we do. I just get paid for it.

Adelaide 'Addie' Langdon:
You're going to die in there.

Doctor:
Having any issues with arousal?

Vivien Harmon:
Not when I'm with myself.

Constance Langdon:
I put on Dora the Explorer for you so you would sit down and watch it.

Adelaide 'Addie' Langdon:
It was Go Diego Go! I didn't like it!

Constance Langdon:
Oh, brown cartoon characters. You can't tell the difference.

Tate Langdon:
The world is a filthy place. It's a filthy goddamn horror show. There's just so much pain, y'know?

Tate Langdon:
I prepare for the noble war. I'm calm, I know the secret. I know whats coming and I know no one can stop me not even myself. I kill people I like. Some of them beg for their life. I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything. It's a filthy world we live, in its a filthy goddamn world and honestly I feel like I'm helping to take them away from the sh*t and the piss and the vomit that run through the streets. I'm helping to take them to somewhere clean. There's something about all that blood man i drown it.

Tate Langdon:
You're doing it wrong. If you're trying to kill yourself, cut vertically. They can't stitch that up.

Violet Harmon:
How'd you get in here?

Tate Langdon:
If you're trying to kill yourself, you might also wanna try locking the door.

Vivien Harmon:
Don't you ever get tired of cleaning up other people's messes?

Moira O'Hara:
We're women, it's what we do. I just get paid for it.

Tate Langdon:
I was afraid by big dick wouldn't work. Yeah, that's why I didn't take the meds, because I met someone.

Tate Langdon:
So this is the cokewhore.

Constance Langdon:
Don't make me kill you again.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Boy, don't set those down. They go upstairs. *Not* the yellow one. Brown. Brown like your skin.

Fiona Goode:
Our coven mourns. After facing so many trials, defending ourselves against onslaught. Forging enemies into friends. The witches of Miss Robichaux's Academy have fought for their lives, and won. And so, it is with great sadness we must say goodbye to Nan... who fell in the tub.

Marie Laveau:
Amen!

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I fear my restless mind will become feeble.

Borquita LaLaurie:
You have us, your daughters.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
You have just made my point abundantly clear. I need inspiration.

Borquita LaLaurie:
I'm sure you'll find your m?tier, Mother. I hear crochet is popular in New Orleans.

Myrtle Snow:
Ah, figs, Mother Nature's brown diamonds. In the fall, the rotting leaves smell like an Olympian's ejaculate. Figgy pudding cures the blues and banishes acne. I'm mad for it.

Zoe Benson:
They drowned her. Why would they kill Nan?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
You can talk. I thought you were tongueless.

Spalding:
I was when I was alive.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Are you saying you're dead?

Spalding:
Murdered. Right here in this room.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
That's true, isn't it? I spent enough time in the grave to know a spirit when I encounter one.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
You left your dirt in the commode. Why don't you flush it?

Madison Montgomery:
[laughs] You flush my sh*t, b*tch.

Fiona Goode:
You make a hell of a martini, mister.

The Axeman:
I love you more than jazz, babydoll.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I think I'm gonna like it here.

Madison Montgomery:
Misty's probably twirled her way to the Everglades by now. Don't bother.

Spalding:
The black devil who is responsible for your unending torment is sheltered right under this very roof, treated like an honored guest.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Don't I know it. They got me waiting on her hand and foot.

Spalding:
It's wrong!

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
It's more than wrong. It's a violation of the natural order.

Fiona Goode:
She's taken out both eyes?

Myrtle Snow:
The blue eye, the brown eye. Some of my best work, between us pigeons, all gone.

Fiona Goode:
Why?

Myrtle Snow:
Because your daughter has become something you will never understand, Fiona. She's a hero. Your girl has ripped her own eyes straight out of her skull for one reason only: to protect the coven.

Fiona Goode:
From what? Huh? I'll take care of the Witch Hunters. And when I do... This coven will have no more enemies.

Myrtle Snow:
No enemies on the outside perhaps, but danger lurks within these blanched walls. Everyone knows it. She sacrificed her eyes to regain the second sight. And woe to those among us who harbor bad thoughts.

Fiona Goode:
I have no secrets.

Myrtle Snow:
Then, by all means, go to her. Comfort her. Put motherly hands upon your wounded daughter's flesh and watch your filthy secrets be brought to light, laid bare. "No secrets." Shame on you, Fiona. I deserve better lies than that. You are an enemy to this coven and will be so long as you live. But Cordelia has your number, Slim.

Fiona Goode:
Go to hell, Myrtle Snow.

Myrtle Snow:
For what? Allowing you to see your daughter?

Fiona Goode:
I'll be back. I just need a drink. Steady my nerves.

Myrtle Snow:
See you soon.

Spalding:
I care about this coven. About preserving the ancient line of Salem. Everything is at risk because Fiona has become confused, reckless. She's forgotten that Marie Laveau has been and always will be her sworn enemy. Marie Laveau must die.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
She can't die. The b*tch is immortal.

Spalding:
By magic. And by magic, she can be undone.

Myrtle Snow:
Oh, Madison, You are the worst kind of Hollywood clich?: a bobble head with crotchless panties!

Madison Montgomery:
And you're a dried-up old Hot Pocket, but I don't judge.

Myrtle Snow:
You can't speak to me that way - I am your elder.

Madison Montgomery:
Welcome to the Revolution, Carrot Top. As the next Supreme, I'm gonna drive this coven out of the Dark Ages. Crotchless panties for everyone. [to Kyle] And as for you, Ken doll... well, putting you together was fun... but taking you apart's gonna be even more fun.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Butler. I've done what you asked.

Spalding:
You got it?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Paid a king's ransom for it, too.

Spalding:
Oh. Whoa. An authentic 1895 Armand Marseille Dream Baby. You're sure this is the original gown?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
There's a certificate of authenticity in there somewhere.

Spalding:
This was a very limited run, you know. Dieter Hoffbonner designed the gowns himself.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Grown man, taking pleasure in a doll baby. It's unsavory. All right, I did my part. Now before somebody notices that half the silver's gone missing, you give me what you promised me.

Spalding:
Yes. The potion that will render the voodoo queen mortal and allow you to end her life. [pulls out a basket containing a box of Benadryl] A few capsules dissolved in her drink.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Ben...

Spalding:
Shhh! No. Never speak it aloud.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
It's that powerful?

Spalding:
You have no idea.

Madison Montgomery:
What's the deal, Zoe? We were supposed to share him, then you had to go fall in love with him.

Zoe Benson:
No, I didn't.

Madison Montgomery:
So it wouldn't bother you if I got on my knee pads and blew him, right here, right now?

Zoe Benson:
If he wants it, be my guest.

Madison Montgomery:
Thanks. You're a peach.

Kyle Spencer:
No! Not anymore. I love Zoe.

Madison Montgomery:
You think you can just throw me away for some junior varsity mall rat?

Myrtle Snow:
Cumin. Coconut. Cardamom. Mulligatawny soup! I've been transported to Rajasthan! Bravo, Delphine! Magnifique!

Madison Montgomery:
It goes perfectly with the wine. Mmm.

Madison Montgomery:
Oh, what have we here, a romantic bubble bath?

Zoe Benson:
I was trying to figure out what happened to Nan.

Madison Montgomery:
Ugh.

Zoe Benson:
Don't you care at all?

Madison Montgomery:
Have you met me?

Zoe Benson:
Misty was right. We should have let you rot.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
History will tell you - Not that anyone today gives a royal you-know-what - that I was born to prominent members of New Orleans society. Although my mother's maiden name was Lovable... she did not pass that quality along to me, her daughter. I suppose I was an unhappy child. Not very nice, either. I kept to myself, communing with rodents and small animals. Cutting parts off to see how they'd fare, or if they'd die. No one thought I'd amount to much, but I surprised them all. I married well. My lavish soir?es became a coveted invitation. How the mighty have fallen does not begin to describe my torment. When I'm not cleaning their filthy commodes or putting food in front of their greedy faces, washing their sex-stained sheets, cleaning up their general filth, I pass desperately long and lonely days and nights, fretting over the deterioration of my troubled mistress' body and soul. Watching her leave the house each evening without her undergarment, not to return 'til the wee hours. And then I realized what was missing in my life. Lately I've been asking myself just what is it that fed my soul back then. Because being a hostess was never enough for my restless mind, and I realized it was my childlike curiosity about how my n*ggers ticked. Much like when I was a child and I used to carve up a possum or a stray cat. I just... developed a scientific fascination for their... their body parts... and their organs... and their cries of agony. They made a strange... almost comforting sound. Almost like... a musical background. And their thick African blood just... satisfied a desire that was deep inside me. And then you appeared. Like an old friend from the past.

David:
No security? Don't you want to check us for weapons?

Fiona Goode:
Ha! Cher, I took down your entire company with about as much effort as it takes for me to mix myself a Rob Roy. And Marie... Marie is immortal, for Christ's sake. You think we're worried about guns? Which reminds me... I need a drink. Waiter. Martini, please. Filthy. [whispers] Do you want something?

Marie Laveau:
Sprite.

Fiona Goode:
And a Sprite.

Marie Laveau:
Uh, *Diet* Sprite.

Myrtle Snow:
Come in Zoe, sit down. I have something for you. Good God, chickie, don't look at it! You'll be blinded by the sheer craftsmanship.

Zoe Benson:
Um... okay. What is it?

Myrtle Snow:
My only possession of value. A sapphire and topaz harvester ant made for me by Joel Arthur Rosenthal, the Faberg? of our time. The harvester ant is one of *the* most venomous creatures in the world, along with Fiona, and JAR - as the world knows my dear Joel - toiled on it for months.

Zoe Benson:
Do you want me to wear it?

Myrtle Snow:
You could never pull it off, darling. Only Lee Radziwill and myself could do it justice. Now listen to me carefully: I want you to hock it in case of emergency.

Zoe Benson:
I'm completely lost here.

Myrtle Snow:
You're leaving this coven, Zoe. And you're taking Kyle with you.

Zoe Benson:
I do love Kyle, Myrtle... But I'm not leaving.

Myrtle Snow:
I watched you and Kyle together at Nan's funeral. Such a pair. So much in love. As the great Keats would say, "More happy love! More happy, happy love! Forever warm and still to be enjoyed. Forever panting and forever young." I had a love like that once. Egon von Furstenberg. He dumped me, but everything worked out all right in the end. You know why? because he went on to marry the divine Diane. And without Egon's support, Diane von Furstenberg never would have created the greatest invention of the century, the wrap dress! If you stay here, your life is in grave danger.

Zoe Benson:
I can handle Madison.

Myrtle Snow:
She'd slit your throat then sleep like a baby. I understand Madison. The depth of her cynicism. Go. You and Kyle. Run away together and start your life over.

Zoe Benson:
I'm committed to this coven.

Myrtle Snow:
So was I, and I burned at the stake for it.

Zoe Benson:
What if I'm the next Supreme?

Myrtle Snow:
All the more reason to run. If Madison doesn't end you, Fiona will. Zoe... you have a boy that loves you.

Zoe Benson:
Because he's damaged goods.

Myrtle Snow:
[slaps] How dare you be so unromantic and so very, very selfish. Our dear Cordelia plucked her eyes out to protect this coven, and you have the gall to ignore my words of warning and support? Now... take these tickets to Epcot and my JAR jewels and pack your bags.

Fiona Goode:
This is my offer to you. You disband this little merry troupe of a**holes, vowing never to harm another witch from now until the end of time. I would also like you to sign over your house in Berkeley Square to me. But paint it first. God knows all the money in the world can't buy good taste.

Marie Laveau:
Well, now, I'd like the private jet.

Fiona Goode:
And Marie... wants a private jet.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I'll get to the fingers later. But let's start with your toes. This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy right here had roast beef. And this little piggy had none. And this little piggy cried whee...! Oh, yeah!

Fiona Goode:
Too much? Well, I don't know. Maybe you're right. Then here's my other offer: You can all just die.

Harrison Renard:
Well played.

Fiona Goode:
[chuckles] You Harvard men, charming to the end.

Harrison Renard:
Yale... actually.

Harrison Renard:
You know... killing us, it's not gonna put an end to this war.

Marie Laveau:
Maybe, baby. But it's gonna be so much fun just to watch it happen.

Fiona Goode:
You got any last words?

Harrison Renard:
Go to hell, witch b*tch.

Marie Laveau:
Damn, Delphine. You know, girl, you may be rotten to the core, but you do make a sweet French 75. [laughs]

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Thank you, ma'am.

Marie Laveau:
Leave it! And get out. Only thing that could ruin this moment is to have to look at your fugly face.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I'll leave when I'm finished.

Marie Laveau:
[laughs] Oh, You will obey me, servant. [slaps Delphine's ass]

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I told you. I'm not finished. But you are. [stabs Marie in the chest]

Marie Laveau:
[screams, grunts] Stupid cow! [slowly pulls knife out] Thinking you could... kill me!

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Yeah, the m-magic takes time to work. Your fate is sealed!

Marie Laveau:
Oh, you stupid rube! That ain't magic. It's a antihistamine! And the only thing I'm allergic to is you! Damn you!

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Is she dead?

Spalding:
[shaking his head] She cannot die.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
What?

Spalding:
She's immortal.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
But you said...

Spalding:
I just wanted her out of my hair. You were most likely to cooperate.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Well, turds on that. What am I supposed to do with her now?

Spalding:
I don't know. Bury her.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
She'd just dig her way out!

Spalding:
Make sure she can't.

Spalding:
Finally. A living doll. All my own.

The Axeman:
I love you more than jazz, baby doll.

Vivien Harmon:
My mind is playing tricks on me Moira. I am literally seeing things.

Violet Harmon:
So why'd you keep it a secret?

Tate Langdon:
Hi, I'm Tate. I'm dead. Want to hook up? I don't think so.

Constance Langdon:
Now, who wants to say grace?

Tate Langdon:
Oh, Mother, may I?

Larry Harvey:
Oh, of course, son. I was hoping you would choose to become a part of this family.

Tate Langdon:
Dear God, thank you for the salty pig meat we are about to eat, along with the rest of the indigestible swill. And thank you for our new charade of our family. My father ran away when I was only six. If I'd have known any better, I would have joined him. And, also... because she's been trying to get back into this house ever since she lost it, Lord, a big thank you for blinding the a**hole that's doing my mother, so that he can't see what everybody knows. She doesn't really love him.

Adelaide:
Amen.

Tate Langdon:
Close your eyes and remember everything is gonna be okay. I love you. [leads Violet closer to her body] Open your eyes.

Violet Harmon:
[cries as she sees her dead body] What? No!

Tate Langdon:
[flashback] Don't you die on me! Violet! [flashback ends]

Violet Harmon:
I died when I took all those pills.

Tate Langdon:
[nods] I tried to save you... I did. I tried to make you throw them up. You threw up some, not enough. [Violet cries]

Tate Langdon:
You took so many, Violet. You died crying. I held you. You were safe. You died... loved.

Tate Langdon:
I hardly feel anything.

Tate Langdon:
I didn't want you to find out this way, Violet. You or your parents. I had this idea that if you chose to die... with me... you wouldn't be so sad. I never wanted you to see this. I'm so sorry, Violet.

Tate Langdon:
Hi. I'm Tate. I'm dead. wanna hook up?

Lana Winters:
You want this place shut down.

Mother Superior Claudia:
I want it pulled down and the earth salted.

Pandora:
Johnny. Don't let that b*tch ruin our whole night. Now, look at me. I have a rockin' body and a titty full of milk. Let me help you forget about her.

Sister Jude Martin:
Don't take that. It's a horse tranquilizer.

Nun #1:
Come now, Judy. These pills are perfectly safe. You signed for them yourself. Don't you remember?

Sister Jude Martin:
Don't take these pills! They turn your brains to mush!

Lana Winters:
No more death. No more.

Detective Byers:
That's his baby, isn't it? Bloody Face- he's the father.

Lana Winters:
This baby doesn't have a father.

Detective Byers:
[laughs] You're one tough cookie, you know that?

Lana Winters:
I *am* tough. But I'm no cookie.

Detective Byers:
Timothy Howard?

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
What's the meaning of this?

Detective Byers:
This is a court order giving us access to one of your patients.

Lana Winters:
Sister Jude. We want to speak to her right now.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
I'm afraid that's impossible.

Lana Winters:
I don't give a sh*t how many pills you got her doped up with.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
Sister Jude is dead.

Lana Winters:
I don't believe you.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
Brother James, fetch me the paperwork on Sister Jude, please.

Lana Winters:
He's lying.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
I only wish I were. It was the saddest day I've ever experienced. When I walked into my room and found her like that. She'd done it during the night. Fashioned a rope from her bedsheets. A summary of how she was found. Her death certificate. And this number indicates the can in storage containing her ashes.

Lana Winters:
You had her cremated?

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
She died outside a state of grace. I could give no last rites, no absolution. She was, tragically, denied a Christian burial, though I- I keep her in my personal prayers.

Lana Winters:
You murdered her. You might as well have tied the noose yourself.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
I wanted only good for Sister Jude. You must believe that.

Lana Winters:
I don't.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
Perhaps if you had come here two weeks ago with this court order, you could have said something to convince her to go on. Sadly, you did not.

Sister Jude Martin:
Pray for us. St. Jude, Worker of miracles, pray for us. St. Jude, help us, help us. Pray for us.

Dr. Curran:
What have you done?

Charles Montgomery:
I've bisected her body, removed the intestines and drained her blood.

Dr. Curran:
Why?

Charles Montgomery:
A writer writes, a surgeon cuts. I think you will find these pieces more portable.

Dr. Curran:
What are you doing now?

Charles Montgomery:
She seemed so sad. I've decided to give her a smile that will last forever.

Elizabeth Short:
That's how they found me - naked, on display for the whole world to see.

Hayden McClaine:
You were the front page news of every paper for two months.

Elizabeth Short:
I really did become somebody.

Travis:
Look, uh, would you mind finishing yourself? I really gotta go. I mean, I can't leave it like this with Constance.

Hayden McClaine:
You're kidding me? I thought you said you hated her.

Travis:
Nah, I guess I love her. And we got a baby coming.

Hayden McClaine:
A baby what? Fossil?

Young Moira:
Kinky. Do you want me to try that on? Looks like you went to a lot of trouble to find it.

Ben Harmon:
What do you know about this?

Young Moira:
I know I get wet just thinking about sliding that rubber on my body.

Ben Harmon:
Stop it. Stop your bullshit and listen to me. You're in this house all the time, you see everything. What happened with Vivien?

Young Moira:
Why do you care? You're a man. Isn't this what all men want? The freedom to satiate their needs guilt-free?

Ben Harmon:
Just tell me the truth. I think I made a horrible mistake by putting Vivien in the hospital. She was attacked by someone.

Young Moira:
Congratulations, Dr. Harmon... [she morphs into her true age]

Moira O'Hara:
You're finally beginning to see things as they are.

Ethel Darling:
You know what your problem is, Jimmy? You're stuck on the rosy notion that the world operates on goodness, decency. Truth is - all goodness guarantees ya is an early grave. But the biggest joke of all - the thing that'll sink ya every time is hope. Hope that the world will right itself. That the just will be rewarded and the wicked punished. Oh, once you buy into that horseshit, you're dead in the water. The only way to survive in this disgusting godforsaken world is to take control. Ain't nobody gonna take care of our people but us.

Cordelia Foxx:
Go to hell.

The Axeman:
Ladies first.

Zoe Benson:
You left your lives and came all the way across to country just to puss out now? If this is all the fight we have left in us at the end of our race, witches deserve to die.

Fiona Goode:
I'm just not ready to go quite yet. I want one more great love affair in my life. Now I think what I really want is just to belong to somebody. It's not too late for that, is it?

Doctor:
No. My mom met someone on eHarmony, and they just went on a cruise to Nova Scotia.

Cordelia Foxx:
Why are there roses in here?

Fiona Goode:
I thought you might enjoy them. They're the very last of your heirlooms.

Cordelia Foxx:
Roses pull in love and romance. That's not what I'm looking for right now. I need chrysanthemums. All kinds of them, for strength and protection.

Zoe Benson:
Is there anyone that doesn't have a fan site?

Nan:
I don't.

The Axeman:
I gave fair warning, girl. I made my intentions clear to the world.

Fiona Goode:
I never had the gift of mind-reading before. Is it the medication?

Cordelia Foxx:
I wanted to sever his arms and throw him out the window. I had to stop myself.

Misty Day:
You like my swamp water, don't you?

Queenie:
[to Spalding] Fiona's not here to help you now, Riff Raff. Best be straight.

Madison Montgomery:
I need a cigarette.

Zoe Benson:
I'll figure out what to do with Kyle.

Misty Day:
I'm not taking him. He's a walking tornado. You made him. He's your problem now. Who's taking me home?

Zoe Benson:
It's late. Why don't you stay the night, sleep in a real bed for a change?

Misty Day:
No, thanks. I need to be alone.

Zoe Benson:
I thought you were looking for your tribe.

Misty Day:
I was. And I am. This ain't it. I got bad vibes. Real bad. There's something foul in this house.

The Axeman:
I always hated this room.

Marie Laveau:
You're supposed to be ridding me of my enemies. Instead, They're mouthier than ever! Showing up on my doorstep, disrespecting me, digging up my enemies. When I plant a fat-ass cracker b*tch, I expect her to stay planted, not come back up like goddamn ragweed! And that Fiona- doing my Bastien like that. Bastien. My poor Bastien. They desecrated you. And I brought you back life, and she took it away again? Well, now we take hers and all. No more nonsense. You go back there, and you bring me their heads. All of them. Fiona, her daughter and every witch b*tch in that house. You bring me their heads, all of them. Then you burn that place to the ground. You do it, and you do it quick. And I let you live.

Misty Day:
[to Kyle] Where've you been? You look like you've been rode hard and put up wet. My daddy used to say that.

Zoe Benson:
[Shows Madison's corpse to Misty] What can you do?

Misty Day:
I can help you dig a hole. She's already rotting. Plus, she's missing an arm.

Nan:
Did you see a bright light?

Madison Montgomery:
No. There's nothing on the other side. It's just black. Forever.

Queenie:
Look, I've been taking care of myself for a really long time, so I'm not sure I need some white girl sorority sisters to cover my ass. And what is this green sh*t?

Zoe Benson:
It's not a sorority. It's a coven. And this is absinthe, drink of the divine. Which we are.

Cordelia Foxx:
Who is she? Who is the redhead?

Hank Foxx:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, baby. I don't know what you're talking about.

Cordelia Foxx:
Enough bullshit! Anything else you want to tell me now? Because I will see it sooner or later. I had to go blind to see things about you I couldn't see before. A bad cosmic joke. It's a different kind of clarity, an absolute clarity I've never had. The images almost vibrate with light.

Fiona Goode:
Thank Christ she's finally got your number.

Hank Foxx:
She's high as a kite. You know what they gave her before we left the hospital?

Cordelia Foxx:
I'm high all right, but it's not the drugs. And rest assured, you will be accountable for every single betrayal, no matter how deep you think your secrets are buried. Now get out of here. Get out!

Hank Foxx:
Baby. You're my... you're my heart.

Fiona Goode:
I'd get out while you still can, Jughead.

Misty Day:
Hey! You stop that! Stop that! You don't want to piss me off! I could be your only friend!

Fiona Goode:
You're gonna make it to your daughter's wedding, so you should go out and buy yourself a great dress. Blow the bank on it.

Cordelia Foxx:
Why didn't you tell me?

Fiona Goode:
What? What? What did you see?

Cordelia Foxx:
Auntie Myrtle. [crying]

Fiona Goode:
I wanted to tell you, Delia, but you were in so much pain, and I didn't want to add to it.

Cordelia Foxx:
Burned at the stake.

Fiona Goode:
Yes. For what she did to you, yes.

Cordelia Foxx:
No. That cannot be.

Fiona Goode:
I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I think it's best if I let you be alone for awhile.

Misty Day:
Get him out of here. He broke Stevie.

Kaylee:
Truth be told, Mrs. Foxx, I really don't want to be powerful. I just want to find a good husband and have three kids. I think I have a really good shot. I work out, and I play fantasy football.

Hank Foxx:
An acid attack? Was that supposed to speed things along? You just made my job more complicated.

Marie Laveau:
You think I did that? I look like the Taliban to you? If I wanted to blind your little wifey, I wouldn't have to leave my room.

Cordelia Foxx:
Who are you? What do you want?

The Axeman:
Release.

Cordelia Foxx:
I can't do that.

The Axeman:
Don't think so, dirty p*ssy cat? Goddamn witches. They ended me once, right here in this very room. And for years after, the parties and the music and the dancing raged wild outside while I sat trapped inside these four ugly walls. Now, last night, this sweet young witch comes along and offers me my release, and I said, "Oh, yes, ma'am, yes, please. What do you need?" She asks her favor, and I provide. The thing is, when the time comes for her to ante up, b*tch lies, leaving me betwixt, between and ready to pop.

Cordelia Foxx:
You died?

The Axeman:
Uh-huh.

Cordelia Foxx:
And now you're trapped.

The Axeman:
Right here with you.

Cordelia Foxx:
The only way I can help you is if you let me out of here.

The Axeman:
No. Nobody leaves this room. You see, I had a... a contract. Promises were made, and all you've got to do is sing and dance, and call the witches who owe me my freedom. And I'll provide the music.

[first lines]

The Axeman:
They have never seen me, 'for I am invisible', even as the ether which surrounds your earth.

The Axeman:
Well, hello pretty lady. What you drinking? [last lines]

The Axeman:
They have never seen me, "for I am invisible, "even as the ether which surrounds your earth. [first lines]

Sister Jude Martin:
Make it tight, Frank.

Leigh Emerson:
Make it tight. I like it tight. Just ask Sister Chastity.

Sister Jude Martin:
I'll deal with Sister Chastity.

Leigh Emerson:
You might start by picking a new name for her.

Madison Montgomery:
I am a millennial. Generation Y. Born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us the Global Generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. Some say it's because we're the first generation where a kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it's because social media allows us to post every time we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems that our one defining trait is a numbness to the world, an indifference to suffering.

Madison Montgomery:
What have you been up to?

Zoe Benson:
Nothing. Do you mind? I need to get dressed.

Madison Montgomery:
No, I don't mind... but you do.

Zoe Benson:
What are we talking about?

Madison Montgomery:
Come on, Zoe. What you walked in on before.

Zoe Benson:
It's none of my business.

Madison Montgomery:
You brought the dude back from the dead. You must like him a little.

Zoe Benson:
We brought you back too.

Madison Montgomery:
Starting to wish you hadn't?

Zoe Benson:
Look, it's not like we can be together anyways.

Madison Montgomery:
Why not? It's going to be different with Kyle. He already died once. It's going to take more then that "thing" between your legs to kill him.

Zoe Benson:
Don't be disgusting.

Marie Laveau:
I'm over 300 years old. Everyone I done ever met done followed after the Grim Reaper. Some willingly. Others kicking and scratching. I taught myself long ago not to waste tears for the dead.

Papa Legba:
Wake up. Your master calls.

Papa Legba:
Tonight's the night you pay me my due.

Marie Laveau:
Not now. Please. It's been a hard day.

Papa Legba:
Hard days deserve a harder night. [sniffs cocaine from his fingernail]

Marie Laveau:
You drink my torment like wine.

Marie Laveau:
Shut up. I'll give you something to cry about.

Madison Montgomery:
Well, that was a morbid field trip.

Zoe Benson:
Queenie's dead.

Madison Montgomery:
We don't know that. They haven't released the names. She could be at the Souplantation, you know how much that b*tch loves a bottomless bowl. Should we go to the morgue?

Zoe Benson, Nan:
No.

Madison Montgomery:
For witches, you guys are *such* squares.

Misty Day:
Who are you?

Stevie Nicks:
You must be Misty. I'm Stevie Nicks. [Misty faints] Is she all right?

Fiona Goode:
[laughs] You owe me five bucks. I told you she was gonna do that.

Madison Montgomery:
I'm a huge Eminem fan. When's he get here?

Fiona Goode:
Marshall? You're not his type. And more importantly... You're not the next Supreme.

Madison Montgomery:
That swamp b*tch can't even spell her own name, and now she gets the keys to the kingdom? I mean, I came back from the dead.

Zoe Benson:
Yeah. Misty brought you back.

Nan:
I could be the Supreme.

Madison Montgomery:
Yeah, the mind reading's a real party trick, Mumbles the Clown.

Nan:
My powers are growing. I can do mind control.

Madison Montgomery:
Prove it.

Nan:
Put out that cigarette. [Madison puts out her cigarette] Now stick it in your vagina.

Zoe Benson:
Nan, stop! Both of you skanks, enough!

Marie Laveau:
[to Cordelia] Your husband was a Witch Hunter. Showed up at my place, runnin' his mouth 'bout how he been killin' witches his whole life, 'bout how he had all this access, how his mother-in-law was the Supreme. [to Fiona] Ooooh, he hated your ass. But he gave me a fair price, so... [scoffs] You *were* my sworn enemy.

Cordelia Foxx:
You hired him to kill me? To kill my girls?

Marie Laveau:
Uh-huh. But he was too soft on you, he couldn't do it. He was trying to protect you, all right. From me. Lucky for y'all, he was a stone fool!

Fiona Goode:
[backhand slaps Cordelia] You're not just blind, you are willfully blind! You married Hank to prove some childish point and brought a viper into this sacred house.

Marie Laveau:
It's all water under the bridge now, mama. Come on, come on. [Comforts Cordelia]

Fiona Goode:
Hank was not some lone assassin with a grudge. Witch Hunters never act alone. They are part of an ancient order of men whose sole purpose is to rid the world of witches. Black or white. Now, we don't have to waste our time with worker bees, what we have to do is to find the hive.

Zoe Benson:
Madison can't be the Supreme.

Nan:
She's selfish and she's a whore.

Zoe Benson:
I didn't realize this before, but we can't survive on our own. The sisterhood protects each of us.

Nan:
If I was the Supreme, I would only do good.

Zoe Benson:
I believe that. You don't have a mean bone in your body. Maybe you're the kind of leader we need.

Fiona Goode:
They pray to one god - a green, merciless god. Money. So we cut off their supply, bring them to their knees, make them crawl to us and beg for mercy. Here, I can do that.

Cordelia Foxx:
I want to help.

Fiona Goode:
No. You're tainted. You let them get inside your head.

Cordelia Foxx:
We can fight about this for the next ten years, but right now I want to help you.

Fiona Goode:
No! Don't you understand anything? You can't help me. You can't help anyone. You're worthless, hopeless. Get out of my sight.

Misty Day:
I don't think the White Witch or the Supreme need my kind of help.

Madison Montgomery:
Maybe not today. But a year from now, you're on the throne, they're in deep sh*t, the phone rings, and, "Hey, girlfriend, it's Auntie Stevie. Need some mojo. You still looking like my album cover?" Everything's transactional. Guy buys you dinner, he expects a blowj*b. Welcome to earth.

Misty Day:
Hey, are you trying to say that Stevie was working me?

Madison Montgomery:
Players only love you when they're playin'.

Fiona Goode:
What is that hideous smell?

Marie Laveau:
Rattle viper sperm incense. Clear all the bad spirits out of here. Get rid of their evil intentions.

Fiona Goode:
It's not evil intentions that's making me sick.

Nan:
You have to be... cleansed!

Madison Montgomery:
Lose that ugly shawl.

Misty Day:
Are you insane? This came direct from Stevie.

Madison Montgomery:
She probably has a bargain bin in her basement with 20 more just like it to hand out when she needs to make someone feel special.

Misty Day:
Stevie would never do that.

Madison Montgomery:
Lose the shawl. Drop it in the casket. Let the part of you that's just an imitation of some other witch die. Give life to you. The one... true... Misty Day. [Madison hits Misty in the back of the head with a brick, Misty falls unconscious into the coffin] Stupid b*tch.

Fiona Goode:
You can help me live, Marie.

Marie Laveau:
I wish I could.

Fiona Goode:
You know the secret. You gave it to that despicable, torturing racist.

Marie Laveau:
I gave her a vial of my tears. If I gave it to you, you'd still be bald and weak and living out your last days over and over for all eternity.

Fiona Goode:
Who... gave it to you?

Marie Laveau:
I don't think you ready for that.

Fiona Goode:
Tell me your secret.

Marie Laveau:
I sold my soul... to Papa Legba.

Fiona Goode:
You conjured him... he just appeared?

Marie Laveau:
Mmm, I thought I was the sh*t back then. I had just come into my prime, and my magic was strong. Shockingly strong. I was pregnant, and I did not accept the idea of death. I was invincible. Papa must've heard me. Showed up one night, said, "You can have eternal life, Marie. I come to you once a year, and you give me what I want." I thought he meant some kind of sexual favors. Seemed simple enough at the time. I wished for it; it came true. Unknowingly, I made a deal forged in Hell.

Cordelia Foxx:
Could you please stop playing for a minute? I need to focus.

Myrtle Snow:
No, no, no. Sit. Listen to the celestial tones.

Cordelia Foxx:
What is that thing? It's hideous and weird.

Myrtle Snow:
Don't be a hater, dear. It's a theremin. I cannot tell you how playing this instrument soothes my soul in tempestuous times.

Cordelia Foxx:
Nothing could soothe my soul. I have nothing to offer this coven anymore. Who am I? What do I do?

Myrtle Snow:
You buck up is what you do! Face reality headlong and carry on.

Cordelia Foxx:
But how? I have no one, and my powers are gone.

Myrtle Snow:
Your salad dressing is absolutely magical. Maybe you could bottle it. Cordelia's Conjured Coriander Condiment. Or if you'd like a little getaway, maybe a job as a hostess on a cruise ship. You've got a lovely personality, and you're always well-groomed.

Cordelia Foxx:
Myrtle, are you trying to push me over the edge?

Myrtle Snow:
I'm trying to give you une demi tasse de realite, darling. Let's be honest. Living in Fiona's shadow is a challenge. What are your options when your mother's Hillary Clinton? Between us chickens, no matter how hard I worked at it, I never felt special, either. But with my reemergence from the flames - look at me, I'm fabulous! Reinvigorated! One never knows what the universe has in store for us!

Cordelia Foxx:
Oh, stop! Stop talking! You are insane! My God! I am an absolute failure! Everything that Fiona says is true! I don't belong here anymore. I don't belong anywhere!

Fiona Goode:
This could be a big-ticket night for you, Papa. I'm queen of the witches.

Papa Legba:
[chuckles] I don't give a wet donkey sh*t about your title. I shine to only one thing: your soul.

Fiona Goode:
Then let's talk business. I give you my soul, and what do you give me in return?

Papa Legba:
Freedom from death.

Fiona Goode:
I want terms defined. Life everlasting. No aging, no decrepitude. Forever.

Papa Legba:
Just like that.

Fiona Goode:
Just like that?

Papa Legba:
In exchange, you provide services. One night a year, on the date of my choosing. No refusal ever.

Fiona Goode:
What kind of services?

Papa Legba:
For instance, would you cripple your daughter?

Fiona Goode:
Today? Absolutely.

Papa Legba:
Murder an innocent? Someone you love.

Fiona Goode:
Whatever it takes.

Papa Legba:
Then... we have a deal.

Fiona Goode:
Seal it. [They kiss]

Papa Legba:
The deal is off.

Fiona Goode:
Why?

Papa Legba:
You have nothing to sell. You have no soul.

Nan:
I hear something.

Zoe Benson:
Yeah. You always hear something.

Joan Ramsey:
I think the fondest memory I have of Luke was when he was nine. He had made the most adorable little cross out of driftwood.

Nan:
Where's his body?

Zoe Benson:
I think she meant to ask, where do you plan to have the funeral?

Joan Ramsey:
Well, there will be a service in our church, but Luke is here... now. [Sets urn on the table] I had him cremated. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Nan:
You... b*tch!

Marie Laveau:
What you doing?

Nan:
I heard it crying.

Marie Laveau:
That's impossible! That closet was... Oh. You the clairvoyant.

Nan:
You stole this baby to kill it.

Marie Laveau:
You don't know what you talking about. Now give it here.

Nan:
Eat my sh*t. I'm the next Supreme. I just killed the woman next door with my powers just now, and I will kill you.

Fiona Goode:
What is going on here?

Marie Laveau:
Oh! She say she the next Supreme. Say she done kilt the neighbor lady!

Fiona Goode:
Oh, great. Now we'll have more cops on our trail. Whose baby is that?

Marie Laveau:
Mine. Check the skin tone.

Nan:
She stole it. She's gonna kill it.

Marie Laveau:
This girl is out of line.

Fiona Goode:
Nan, hand the baby back to her, or I'll make you do it. Now leave.

Nan:
You have blood on your hands. The both of you.

Marie Laveau:
Now, that girl is dangerous.

Fiona Goode:
Yes, she is.

Marie Laveau:
I barely remember my baby's face. So when I look at this child, I feel like she mine. But Papa's coming. He needs the soul of an innocent.

Fiona Goode:
Well, perhaps we can... kill two birds with one stone.

Fiona Goode:
Jesus Christ. I didn't think she was this strong. Stop making such a fuss, you're not the first witch to be drowned!

Papa Legba:
I was very clear. No substitutions.

Marie Laveau:
Papa, you asked for a soul. I give you one.

Papa Legba:
You must provide an innocent.

Fiona Goode:
She's innocent. Mostly. She killed the neighbor, but the b*tch had it coming. Oh, come on, Papa, huh?

Marie Laveau:
Be a sport.

Papa Legba:
You two together? Big trouble.

Papa Legba:
Come, child.

Nan:
Do I have to wear this outfit for all eternity?

Papa Legba:
Not at all. You will find the other side is filled with treats for a girl like you.

Nan:
Anywhere is better than here.

Sister Jude Martin:
Mother?

Mother Superior Claudia:
Hello, Jude.

Sister Jude Martin:
Mother... Superior. Claudia. Mother Claudia.

Mother Superior Claudia:
The Monsignor said you were speaking my name.

Sister Jude Martin:
Wanted to say goodbye.

Mother Superior Claudia:
Goodbye?

Sister Jude Martin:
I'm going to Rome. The Monsignor- Taking me to Rome. We're going to be pope. We're getting married. He likes my cooking. I'm a rare bird. Is it warm in Rome now? She tried to steal... him away. She rubbed her naked body on him. Ravish Me Red. Ravish Me Red.

Mother Superior Claudia:
Jude.

Sister Jude Martin:
He killed her. He had to. We're getting married in the Vatican. The devil was jealous.

Mother Superior Claudia:
Try and rest your mind. You're a little confused.

Sister Jude Martin:
Do you see that woman over there smoking a cigarette?

Mother Superior Claudia:
[sigh] Yes.

Sister Jude Martin:
Her name is Lana Winters. She doesn't belong here. I put her here. Help her... get out.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
How did you get in here?

Pepper:
I go where Grace goes. I've been charged to protect her.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Have you? You can't even protect yourself. They may have given you speech, Pepper. Even a parrot can be taught to mimic. But did they give you the capacity to think? I sincerely doubt it. Tell me, Polly- What did they put inside her?

Pepper:
I won't tell you anything.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
If you're not going to tell me then I'll just have to find out for myself, won't I?

Pepper:
X-rays will harm the life growing inside of her.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
That's a chance I'm willing to take.

Pepper:
Stupid man. You think they'd allow you to continue your barbaric practice? She's protected. Your X-rays won't penetrate her body. You'll see nothing. Oh, but they've been watching you. You think you're like them, with your clumsy experiments. But they laugh at you, Dr. Arden. They make jokes. Here's a good one. Knock, knock. Who's there? Arden. Arden who? Arden you the quack who'd make a better duck? [laughs]

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Huh. Well, if taking X-rays won't work... perhaps more invasive observation will. I think her condition calls for an emergency C-section, don't you?

Pepper:
You can't do that.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Watch me. [Scalpel flies out of his hand and clatters on the floor]

Pepper:
Dr. Arden, you still see me as microcephalic. No one takes a pinhead seriously. When my sister's husband drowned her baby and sliced his ears off, he told everyone I did it. They tied me up and paraded me in front of the judge. He took one look at the shape of my head, and I was locked up for good. That's how it works with us freaks. We get blamed for everything. But if something happens to Grace in here, and she's harmed in *any* way, there won't be anyone else to blame. They'll take you, open up your head... and stir your brain with a fork. Then, when you return, you'll experience firsthand how people treat us freaks. I'll take care of Grace. Why don't you go to your whore nun, have her soothe your deflated ego.

Angel of Death:
The devil is at Briarcliff in your favorite young nun. Guard your thoughts, use your rosary. Each bead is His name. This is your moment, Timothy.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
It's a farce. Finita la commedia.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
You have no idea what it means to have lost you.

Sister Mary Eunice McKee:
You're being pitiful, Arthur.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Then have pity on me!

Lana Winters:
I'm goddamn plucky, remember?

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
Jude was right about you. You're a monster.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Why do you look for the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own?

Anna-Lee Leighton:
Fiona! I thought you had gone with the other girls down to Jackson Square to burn your bra.

Young Fiona:
Why? So I can gag on the toxic fumes coming off all that burning Playtex? No thanks.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
That magic box lies. Somebody... somebody in there... they just said that... that-that... Negro... is the President of the United States.

Fiona Goode:
I voted for him. Twice. We've also had black secretaries of states, Supreme Court justices, and even the poet laureate.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
[hissing] Lies!

Young Fiona:
They say when a new Supreme starts to flower, the old Supreme begins to fade. You've been fading, Anna-Lee.

Anna-Lee Leighton:
Shall I show you my power?

Young Fiona:
You're weak, Anna-Lee. We both know why. Diabetes, heart trouble, liver failure, God knows what else. As I get stronger, you get weaker.

Anna-Lee Leighton:
[Slaps] You vicious little gash. I've seen the ruin you will bring this coven if you are allowed to take power now. You're a selfish, craven little child, Fiona. And I will make it my mission to ensure that you will never take the throne. I'll see you burn in hell first.

Young Fiona:
Fine, save me a spot. [cuts Anna-Lee's throat]

Fiona Goode:
[to Spalding] What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

Madison Montgomery:
It's hilarious to listen to you virgins get all hot and bothered.

Nan:
I'm not a virgin. I'm not! I get it on all the time. And guys find me hot.

Madison Montgomery:
Look at you. Who'd have thought we'd have so much in common?

Fiona Goode:
[voiceover] It's a dance, a dance no one ever had to teach me. A dance I've known since I first saw my reflection in my father's eyes. My partners have been princes and starving artists, Greek gods and clowns. And every one of them certain they lead. But it's always my dance. I make the first move, which is no move at all. I've always just understood that they will eventually find themselves in front of me. Primitive, beautiful animals. Their bodies responding to the inevitability of it all. It's my dance and I have performed it with finesse and abandon with countless partners. Only the faces change. And all this time, I never suspected the night would come when the dance would end.

Misty Day:
You can't be your best self until you find your tribe. I'm still looking for mine.

Madison Montgomery:
My mother put me to work ever since I could talk. I hated it. It's hard to stop when you're the only one in your family making money, you know.

Fiona Goode:
You didn't have a good relationship with her?

Madison Montgomery:
The last time I saw her, she snorted half my coke and then let the cops bust me for it. She's a selfish b*tch.

Queenie:
You the b*tch that blindsided me with that candlestick.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
How dare you open your foul mouth to me, Negress.

Queenie:
Excuse me?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I may be a maid, but there are limits to my servitude.

Queenie:
You best put that food down in front of me before I Frisbee this plate at your head.

Luke Ramsey:
Is this lemon?

Nan:
It's yellow cake with butter frosting. I knew it'd be your favorite.

Luke Ramsey:
It's the one thing I can't resist.

Madison Montgomery:
Are you seriously ignoring me for dessert?

Luke Ramsey:
I get the feeling you're used to being the center of attention.

Nan:
This is Madison Montgomery. She's famous.

Luke Ramsey:
Well, we don't have TV. Or Internet.

Fiona Goode:
May I offer you a drink?

Joan Ramsey:
No, I don't imbibe. I don't know if this is a school or... a rehab facility or what it is, but two of your girls invaded my property. One of them was dressed so scandalously I'm worried about the long-term effect it might have on Luke.

Fiona Goode:
You know, I've never understood you Bible-thumpers and your hypocrisy towards sex. I know, behind closed doors, you are the biggest perverts of all.

Joan Ramsey:
Your student threw a knife at me. It missed my head by three inches.

Fiona Goode:
Yeah, she has to work on her aim.

Joan Ramsey:
You stay away from my boy.

Madison Montgomery:
Hmm, good luck keeping him away from me. He's so backed up all I'd have to say is "panties" and he'd jizz his jeans.

Fiona Goode:
What the hell is going on in here?

Madison Montgomery:
Miss Aryan Sisterhood came between Queenie and her food.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I will not stoop to serve her kind.

Fiona Goode:
You know, Delphine, from now on you are going to be Queenie's personal slave. And Queenie, You ask her to do whatever you need done: Make your bed, scrub your toilet, I don't give a sh*t.

Queenie:
Sweet.

Fiona Goode:
There is nothing I hate more than a racist.

Alicia Spencer:
I've been possessive, I do know that. I never meant for it to go so far, or go on for so long. But I think maybe you needed it as much as I did. But now it's time for you to move on with your life, and I understand that, and I want that. Jesus, Kyle! Why won't you talk to me? What's happened to you? They were so sure you were dead, they said they identified your body. Your body. I know your body, Kyle. I know it. And this... it's different! You're different! Who are you, if you're not my son? My son. My son. My sweet baby boy. No one knows you like I do. Not even that girl. She doesn't know how to please you. Not like I can. Mama knows how to please you, baby. It's okay.

Kyle Spencer:
No!

Queenie:
I sure do love chicken pot pie. For dessert you can make me a peach cobbler.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
You never gonna catch a man that way. Let alone find one to love you. You were my daughter, I'd padlock that icebox and throw away the key. Peach cobbler wont keep you warm at night.

Queenie:
My problem ain't food, you dumb b*tch. It's love. Dr. Phil says that kids from broken homes use food to replace love. It's comforting.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Well, I think you best look for a new physician.

Queenie:
What the hell is that thing?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
It's Bastien. My houseboy. He was a beast in life. Now evermore so. Enchanted no doubt by the same dark magic which has kept me alive.

Queenie:
Who are you?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I am Madame Delphine LaLaurie. Mistress of the House LaLaurie.

Queenie:
Who brought you back - Fiona?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
The witch freed me only to make me a slave.

Queenie:
You deserve worse if half of what they say about you is true!

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
You will unhand me!

Queenie:
Did you do that to him?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
He violated my daughter.

Queenie:
[to Bastien] She told me what you did to her daughter. You just wanted love. And that makes you a beast? They call me that, too. But that's not who we are. We both deserve love like everybody else. Don't you want to love me?

Fiona Goode:
Your powers, you've been feeling them growing?

Madison Montgomery:
Yeah, like crazy.

Fiona Goode:
Have you ever wondered why?

Madison Montgomery:
Uh, apart from my being awesome?

Fiona Goode:
*I'm* the source! My life force is literally pouring out of my body and into yours. This is no mystical mumbo-jumbo, this is real. I have cancer. I won't last the year.

Madison Montgomery:
I have connections. My agent can get the best oncologist in the country here in a flash.

Fiona Goode:
[laughs] Chemo? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I'm not going out bald and shriveled and... begging for morphine. No. I've lived a disreputable life, but I've done it in style, and I'll die likewise. I don't belong on these walls. I took my inheritance too soon. Squandered it. All that... power, all those gifts. I just took it and poured it back into myself and dressed it up in Chanel. I was a shitty Supreme. But now, my mentor, Anna-Lee Leighton - Now there was a Supreme. She was majestic and powerful. She taught me everything I know. You know how I thanked her? By cutting her throat. Right where I'm standing. [pulls out knife] With this. I've kept it all these years. And now, I give it to you.

Madison Montgomery:
Why? I don't want that.

Fiona Goode:
Yeah, come on, here. Take it.

Madison Montgomery:
No.

Fiona Goode:
Don't be afraid. Use it. Kill me for the sake of the coven.

Madison Montgomery:
No. No.

Fiona Goode:
Yes. Come on, now, do it!

Madison Montgomery:
I can't!

Fiona Goode:
Yes, you can, you stupid girl! Do it and feel my power flow into you! I know, because I was standing where you're standing!

Madison Montgomery:
Stop yelling at me!

Fiona Goode:
Do it! Do it!

Madison Montgomery:
[screaming] No!

Fiona Goode:
Do it! [cuts Madison's throat]

Fiona Goode:
Bury her deep. God knows what all that sh*t in her body will do to the lawn when it comes up in the spring.

Fiona Goode:
This coven doesn't need a new Supreme. It needs a new rug.

Marie Laveau:
You know that spell ain't no picnic for anyone involved. On the day of, you bring us two ounces of your husband's baby gravy in a mason jar. We use a Guinea pepper... hotter than Hades. When the gods see this willingness to suffer, to sacrifice, they pay attention.

Marie Laveau:
You were born into the wrong tribe. You the daughter of my sworn enemy! [laughs]

Cordelia Foxx:
Fiona has got nothing to do with me. She has no idea I came to see you. You are my one real shot at this point.

Marie Laveau:
Too late for tears, damage is done. Waltzing in here like she the Queen of England. Talking about hammer and nails, looking to start a war.

Cordelia Foxx:
Fiona was here?

Marie Laveau:
She done messed with the wrong witch. And she knows it. And now you know it.

Fiona Goode:
[voiceover] Meningeal carcinomatosis. That's what the doctor called it. Tiny seedlings that the cancer planted in the lining of my spine. The little bastards are Satan's diet pill. I used to think I understood pain. A burn, a cut, a broken bone. Heartbreak... But this is as if I've been dipped in the River Styx and all the suffering of all the souls that ever were or will be has soaked my body. My body doesn't belong to me - not that I'd want it in this state. I'm starting to look less Samantha and more Endora every day. And what could be more painful than having to tell your child that you're going to die? They say love is the best medicine.

Fiona Goode:
The doctors say it's terminal.

Cordelia Foxx:
Do me a favor. Die before Thanksgiving, so none of us have to suffer through that mess of raisins and Styrofoam you call stuffing.

The Axeman:
You are so beautiful.

Fiona Goode:
You're just a fool in love. You like the way I look? Take a picture. A month from now, I'll be a balding and toothless skeleton.

The Axeman:
So run away with me. Paris. Rome. Marrakesh. We can spend that month together.

Fiona Goode:
I don't want you watching me decay.

The Axeman:
Are you scared?

Fiona Goode:
I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared of living like this. The constant pain and the ugliness.

The Axeman:
You ever consider making it stop?

Fiona Goode:
No. I wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of me killing myself. I'll stay alive just to spite them. You know, the only reason my cancer is moving so fast and my hair's falling out like dead weight, is because one of those girls is coming into her own. Flexing her muscle. I just have to figure out which one of those little pecker-heads it is.

Cordelia Foxx:
Losing Queenie is a terrible failure. My failure. But as of now, she's dead to me. And no one else will slip through the cracks.

Misty Day:
Oh, you probably have no idea where you are. Hmm. You've been through a terrifying ordeal, but you came back. You're safe now.

Myrtle Snow:
Not likely, my dear. There's a man in the woods with a gun circling the shack. I saw the assassin when he nearly stepped on my face.

Misty Day:
Do you hear that?

Myrtle Snow:
No.

Misty Day:
The cicadas have stopped singing.

Cordelia Foxx:
What the hell happened to the staff in this house?

Cordelia Foxx:
Hello? Don't worry. You're amongst friends.

Myrtle Snow:
Of course I am, Cordelia. So long as Fiona isn't with you.

Cordelia Foxx:
Myrtle? Oh, my God. I thought I'd never see you again.

Myrtle Snow:
Poor choice of words, girl. But given my wretched appearance, maybe it's a good thing you're blind as a butter knife.

Nan:
How did your hair grow back so quick?

Myrtle Snow:
Oh, little bird, I've been buying in bulk from North Korea for years!

Myrtle Snow:
Mothballs and history. It's a cocktail I swoon for.

Misty Day:
I feel like a queen.

Madison Montgomery:
How does putting on this smelly old stuff help us get rid of Fiona?

Cordelia Foxx:
It's part of a ceremony called the "Sacred Taking," which allows for the ascension of the new Supreme.

Zoe Benson:
And we're sure Misty's the next Supreme?

Myrtle Snow:
I'm certain of her credentials. She's brought back more people from the dead than Jesus Christ.

Madison Montgomery:
[to Zoe] Disappointed? You thought it was you, didn't you?

Zoe Benson:
Well, I knew it wasn't you, because when Fiona cut your throat, you died.

Nan:
It could be any one of us.

Madison Montgomery:
Not really. It's pretty obvious.

Nan:
And what does that mean?

Cordelia Foxx:
Being the Supreme isn't something to wish for. It's not a gift. It's a burden. How many of these women had happy lives? They had power, but with it came the responsibility of the coven. They all bowed under the weight, except my mother... who ran from it.

Misty Day:
Can I say something? I don't want to be the Supreme.

Cordelia Foxx:
Nobody gets to choose. When Fiona dies, whoever it is... will be.

Cordelia Foxx:
The Sacred Taking is a ritual used in times of crisis to ensure the survival of the coven. It has been invoked three times in our history. The first, during the Salem Witch Trials in 1692. The coven had decided to flee south, away from Salem and the persecution of the Court of Oyer and Terminer. The reigning Supreme at that time, Prudence Mather, suffered from consumption, and knew she would be too weak to make the journey. She gathered her witches and invoked the Sacred Taking. It's the most hallowed sacrifice a Supreme can make. Prudence took her own life, which allowed a new Supreme to rise and lead them to safety.

Myrtle Snow:
Can you imagine those poor Salem witches, traveling all the way down here in covered wagons without a proper charcuterie platter or a bidet? Absolutely savage!

Madison Montgomery:
I just love this room, especially the walk-in closet. I need that. And my Warhol Mao would look great... on this wall. [laughs]

Fiona Goode:
Madison?

Madison Montgomery:
Surprise, b*tch. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. How soon can you have all of your stuff out of here? I really need my own room. Oh, and that bed. I can't wait to break it in. God knows it's not getting any action from you, Grandma.

Fiona Goode:
What are you? Who brought you back?

Madison Montgomery:
Are you deaf? I'm the next Supreme. I brought myself back. Looks like you've got some 'splainin' to do. Maybe we should call the Council. Oh, wait. You killed Myrtle, too. Well, that won't matter. We all know the playbook on this. You killed me, so we burn you at the stake. I'm gonna bring marshmallows and graham crackers to make s'mores.

Fiona Goode:
Does Cordelia know?

Madison Montgomery:
That you killed me? Everyone knows. You'll be hash browns by this time tomorrow. Of course, you're half dead already.

Fiona Goode:
Get out.

Madison Montgomery:
Hmm. Poor Fifi. As my powers grow, yours fade away. Let me break this down for you - and stop me if I talk too fast. I'm in, you're out. And you can leave this world one of two ways. You can burn at the stake tomorrow, which would be messy and painful, although very entertaining. Or... you can swallow these pills and go to sleep. Stop suffering. And stop our suffering. The choice is yours. [laughs]

Myrtle Snow:
Going somewhere?

Fiona Goode:
Is everyone back from the dead, or have I already died and gone to heaven? Well, I suppose it would be hell, you know.

Myrtle Snow:
I've been resurrected by our new Supreme, young Madison. She rather reminds me of you in your youth, thin as a pin with a dreadful case of the "me, me, me's."

Fiona Goode:
Yes. Well, I wish her the best. I will be... on the island... of Patmos.

Myrtle Snow:
That's not one of the choices, darling. Take your own life or be burned, I believe it was.

Fiona Goode:
No, I'm not ready. I have finally found someone I belong to. Someone I truly love.

Myrtle Snow:
No details, darling. I couldn't bear it.

Fiona Goode:
I am very ill, Myrtle. I won't last long. And he wants to take care of me.

Myrtle Snow:
You haven't thought through this, Fiona. Maybe it's your weakened state. This dream of a perfect love you're clinging to is just a nasty trick life is playing on you. You will die the same way you lived your life - alone and disappointed by everyone. He won't stay till the end. They promise, but... they don't.

Fiona Goode:
You are nothing but an envious old b*tch.

Fiona Goode:
Where are you going?

The Axeman:
This is taking too long for you to die.

Fiona Goode:
Don't... don't leave.

The Axeman:
The smells - they make me sick. Your breath, your piss, your sh*t - this whole room smells of death!

Fiona Goode:
I know. I'll die soon. I promise.

Fiona Goode:
Don't let them store me in the basement with that disgraced Russian witch.

Myrtle Snow:
[Stealing Fiona's jewelry] Half of it's paste, but goddamn half of it's good.

Nan:
Why can't it be me?

Madison Montgomery:
Because you have no style and your pits smell like fish sticks.

Nan:
Do you think I could be the Supreme? [Everyone remains silent] You guys suck balls.

Fiona Goode:
Spalding, you don't understand. I am finally... trying to do... something decent... something noble for the coven.

Spalding:
Hmm. Horseshit! You're making a martyr of yourself by giving up. You've been tricked. You've allowed a pack of lesser witches to buffalo you into this ignominious end. I won't permit it.

Fiona Goode:
I don't understand.

Spalding:
They've been running a number on you.

Fiona Goode:
Huh?

Spalding:
Madison Montgomery is not the next Supreme. She didn't conquer death. She was brought back by some dirty little... swamp witch. They've been leading you to your doom with lies. Lies... you swallowed more easily than those pills.

Queenie:
Ain't they feeding you?

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
All they ever do is bleed me for her poultice. Come tomorrow, I'm gonna be dry as a bone. Whatever did I do to deserve this betrayal? Didn't you like my pot pie and my peach crumble I learned how to make just for you? You put me in here. You can get me out. Only for a minute, just so I can stretch my legs. This cage is just unfit for a human.

Marie Laveau:
Which is why it's so perfect for you! What I told you about feeding the animals, Queenie?

Queenie:
I'm sorry, reine.

Marie Laveau:
You know, when I had the idea to have you brought back to me, I thought of all the many ways I could dispose of you. But I've found it give me great pleasure just to know you in a cage.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
Shut your mouth, Negress. Bring me something to drink in a clean glass, so I can enjoy my food in silence.

Marie Laveau:
I'm not your damn maid! And if I were you, I wouldn't be so eager to show my arrogance from that side of the cage.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
What you gonna do? Kill me? I can't die. [laughs] Eh, throw me back in the box. I've seen enough of this world. I'll take no part in a country that has a darkie in the White House. Hundred years from now, when they dig me up again, the natural order will be restored.

Marie Laveau:
You think I only have those two choices? The mistake you make is from a lack of imagination.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie:
I'm not afraid of you. I wouldn't give you that satisfaction. Ahh! [Marie hacks off Delphine's hand] Dear God! Oh, my God!

Marie Laveau:
You know, you're right, Delphine. This gave me no satisfaction. But we've only just begun.

Luke Ramsey:
We're leaving, Mother. You can't stop us.

Joan Ramsey:
The hell I can't. I'm your mother. I made you and I can unmake you.

Zoe Benson:
This is so incredibly stressful and weird. You don't feel anything?

Misty Day:
My stomach feels like a storm's about to hit, but it's probably just my nerves. I'm not exactly what you call a natural born leader.

Myrtle Snow:
Neither was King George, but one rises to the occasion.

Cordelia Foxx:
Your feet should be getting warmer.

Myrtle Snow:
I'm told it starts as a tingle in the cooch.

Fiona Goode:
For me, it was a classic migraine.

Fiona Goode:
So where is this gifted little swamp witch that everyone's been talking about?

Jed Potter:
And the Lord said to the cripple, "Take up thy bed and fly!"

Shelley:
Come on, Doc. Bend me over a bread rack and pound me into shape.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
You're a dirty little slut with a poisonous tongue.

Shelley:
I just want to go outside for 15 minutes in the sun. Please. I just want to feel the sun on my skin. I'll do anything.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
No. Whores get nothing.

Shelley:
Men like sex, no one calls *them* whores. I hate that word, it's so ugly! I'm into pleasure. Ever since I was five years old, and I slipped my fingers inside for the very first time. I could do it all day. My mother made me wear mittens to bed.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Because you're a little slut.

Shelley:
No. Because she didn't understand me. So I ran away from home, met some jazz musicians, real freethinkers. I fell in love with the bass player. Big mistake. As soon as he put a ring on my finger, I was his property. He could screw every Betty in town and I had to stay home and scrub his dirty drawers. So come fleet week... he gets home and finds me in bed with two navy guys. And I told him, "It's not for self, but for country." He decked me flat out, threw me in the car and locked me in a nuthouse. And the sickest part is, they let him. Because I like sex. That's my crime.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Am I supposed to be moved by that pathetic tale of woe?

Shelley:
Please. I'm just asking for five minutes in the sun. A little fresh air.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
You make me sick. Whore.

Lana Winters:
I think it's just through that door.

Kit Walker:
Grace.

Grace Bertrand:
Come on. Lana knows a way out.

Lana Winters:
No. He can't come with us. Get away from us.

Kit Walker:
I read what you wrote about me. I'm not a killer or a psychopath.

Lana Winters:
You're a liar. Get away from us.

Grace Bertrand:
Stop. I'm not leaving without him.

Lana Winters:
I am not setting him loose so he can kill again.

Grace Bertrand:
You're wrong. We'll go find the way out ourselves.

Lana Winters:
[shouting] Help! He's escaping! The killer is escaping! Help me! In the hallway! He's trying to get out!

Jed Potter:
It drives you crazy, doesn't it? To be the smartest person in the room with no real power because of that smelly clam between your legs. That's why you became a whore, isn't it, Sister? You're wearing red knickers right now. Oh, come on, Sister. Put me in your mouth. You've had 53 c*cks in there already. You were the town pump, weren't you, Sister?

Jed Potter:
Tell me... about the little girl in blue, Judy. The young girl, the innocent. And you so drunk, you couldn't find your way home. [Devilish laughter]

Missy Stone:
You never even bothered to get out of the car.

Jed Potter:
You are a murderer, Judy. You're a murderer! Murderer! Murderer!

Sister Jude Martin:
Shut up! You shut up! Shut up! Liar! [Slaps Jed multiple times across the face]

Jed Potter:
Yeah, hit me harder!

Sister Jude Martin:
No!

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
Don't listen to him!

Jed Potter:
That's right, Father. Protect your whore. It's you she thinks of when she touches herself at night.

Sister Jude Martin:
You're a liar!

Jed Potter:
[Cackles] Oh, yes. Protect your whore.

Monsignor Timothy Howard:
The times may have changed, Doctor, but the nature of evil has not.

[Seeing Leigh, in Santa suit, begin to wreak mayhem in Briarcliff]

Sister Mary Eunice McKee:
[to Monsignor] Two steps forward, one step back.

Lana Winters:
[to Dr. Thredson] One day, I'll bury you.

Sister Mary Eunice McKee:
Rubies are the most glamorous of all. You couldn't have found them in this dreary town. Are they family heirlooms?

Dr. Arthur Arden:
They belonged to a Jewess in the camp. She was always reminding people that she was a woman of considerable means, and that her husband was an influential and wealthy doctor in Berlin. She was constantly complaining to me about her stomach problems, and as a doctor, I thought I ought to do something about it. So I followed her, one day, to the latrine, thinking I might diagnose her condition if I had a stool sample. She was in there, on her hands and knees, picking through her own feces to retrieve those earrings. She confessed to me that she swallowed them every day, day after day, carrying them around inside of her, as if, someday, she might return to her former grandeur. Poor, ridiculous woman, she died from internal bleeding. The earrings were very hard on her intestines. Obviously, I retrieved them. I knew someday I'd meet someone who was worthy of their exceptional beauty.

Sister Mary Eunice McKee:
You were very clever to retrieve them, Arthur. Look how beautiful they are on me. They bring out the rose in my cheeks. Oh, you're such a sap!

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Not exactly for the reasons you may think, but a sap nonetheless. I so dearly hoped you'd throw them back in my face, that you couldn't bring yourself to touch those sh*t-stained earrings. I was hoping there'd be a glimmer of horror, a glimmer of that precious girl who was too afraid even to take a bite of my candy apple.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
I don't believe in God. But I do believe in evil. I've seen it up-close and personal.

Leigh Emerson:
There is no God, but there IS a Santa Claus!

Sister Jude Martin:
Mental illness is the fashionable explanation for sin.

Sister Jude Martin:
Here, you will repent for your crimes to the only judge that matters: the Almighty God.

Kit Walker:
There is no God. Not a God who would create the things I saw.

Sister Jude Martin:
Your story about little green men? That won't do here.

Kit Walker:
They weren't human. They were monsters.

Sister Jude Martin:
All monsters are human. You're a monster.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Hello, Mr. Walker. I'm Dr. Arthur Arden. I run this institution.

Kit Walker:
I thought Sister Jude ran this place.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
So does she.

Sister Jude Martin:
I've dealt with bigger monsters than you, Dr Arden. Let me give you fair warning: I'll always win against the patriarchal male.

Dr. Arthur Arden:
Bully for you.

Hey, I'm Tate, I'm Dead, Wanna hook up?

James Patrick March:
I'm dead dear, not stupid

I WANT TO BE A PRETTY GIRL! -adenine