American Horror Story2011

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.