American Horror Story2011

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!