Boy Parts

American Horror Story: Coven

3×2

& Zoe: Everyone here is a witch. I’m so sorry. Please don’t send us to jail.

& Detective Sanchez: Are you in charge here?
    Fiona: I’m Fiona Goode. I’m in charge everywhere.

& Fiona: You are soft. You’re emotional. You care what people think. Now, if there’s one thing you learn before leaving this place, it’s that we, even the weakest among us, are better than the best of them.
    Zoe: Are we gonna get arrested?
    Fiona: You are missing the point.
    Madison: Which is?
    Fiona: The point is... in this whole wide wicked world, the only thing you have to be afraid of... is me.

& Zoe: What’s your point, Madison?
    Madison: We take the best boy parts, we attach them to Kyle’s head and we build the perfect boyfriend.
    Zoe: Is this just a joke to you?
    Madison: No, it’s a challenge.
Ω Wicked.

& Cordelia: You don’t know what you’re asking me to do. This kind of magic— it’s... dark. It’s about life and death, and I don’t want to play God.
    Hank: So you’re gonna let Dr. Morrison play God instead.
Ω Nice point.

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& Fiona: I imagine you’re... a bit peckish after spending 180 years buried in a hole. But
then... you probably don’t need to eat, being immortal. Of course, sometimes we just like to do things because we enjoy them.

& Marie Laveau: For your sins, Madame LaLaurie, you are damned to live forever.

& Zoe: Did we just marry the Devil? ’Cause I don’t know if I’m down with that.

& Zoe: You sure you said the spell correctly?
    Madison: Hey, I’ve been acting since I was five. I know my lines.

& Marie Laveau: And what is your wish, witch?

& Marie Laveau: You could offer me a unicorn that shit $100 bills, and I’d still never give you more than a headache.

& Zoe: Who sings this?
    Misty Day: Who sings this?.. Fleetwood Mac. Stevie Nicks is my hero.
    Zoe: That’s Stevie Nicks from American Idol?
    Misty Day: It’s Stevie Nicks. “The White Witch.” The only witch before you I’ve ever known.
    Zoe: She’s an actual witch?
    Misty Day: Listen to the lyrics.

Fleetwood Mac — Rhiannon

♪ She rings like a bell through the night ♪
♪ And wouldn’t you love to love her? ♪
♪ She rules her life like a bird in flight ♪
♪ And who will be her lover? ♪

& Madame LaLaurie: They defaced my home with a plaque. “The House of Madame LaLaurie. An historical site.” My home— a museum of horrors.
    Fiona: People have always celebrated the macabre. You’re not remembered fondly, but I guess that beats not being remembered at all.

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