American Horror Story2011

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]