The Sacred Taking

American Horror Story: Coven

3×8

& Queenie: This is voodoo.
    Zoe: You’re a witch. We need you back in the coven.
    Queenie: Marie Laveau set me straight. You were never my friends.
    Madison: Oh, boo-friggin’-hoo.

& Queenie: Voodoo, witchcraft. This town ain’t big enough for the two of us. War is coming. And you’re gonna lose.

& Nan: How did your hair grow back so quick?
    Myrtle: Oh, little bird, I’ve been buying in bulk from North Korea for years.

& Madison: Why can’t he watch porn and jerk off like any other guy?
    Zoe: And why can’t he learn something so he can rejoin society and have a life?

& Myrtle: 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!

& Fiona: Madison?
    Madison: Surprise, bitch.

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& Myrtle: Going somewhere?
    Fiona: Oh. Is everyone back from the dead, or have I already died and gone to heaven?

& Fiona: You will die the same way you lived your life— alone and disappointed by everyone.

& Fiona: Make sure they hang my portrait in the place I chose. Don’t let them store me in the basement with that disgraced... Russian witch.

& Fiona: Oh, Spalding... you’ve always been my silent sentinel. And I will avenge your murder... Right after I’ve avenged my own.

& Marie: 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.
    Delphine: Shut your mouth, Negress. Bring me something to drink in a clean glass, so I can enjoy my food in silence.

& Delphine: What you gonna do? Kill me? I can’t die. Eh, throw me back in the box. I seen enough of this world. I’ll take no part in a country that has a darkie in the White House.

& Marie: You think I only have those two choices? The mistake you make is from a lack of imagination.

& Luke: We’re leaving, Mother. You can’t stop us.
    Joan: The hell I can’t. I’m your mother. I made you and I can unmake you.

& Cordelia: How about something less doleful, Myrtle?
    Myrtle: It’s Schubert’s last sonata. It’s all about acceptance of death.

& Cordelia: We need you now, Fiona. More than ever.

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