Test of Strength

American Horror Story: Freak Show

4×7

& Bette: I’m sorry. But I choose my sister, always.

♪ Come as you are ♪
♪ As you were ♪
♪ As I want you to be ♪
♪ As a friend, as a friend ♪
♪ As an old enemy ♪

& Elsa: Truthfully?.. Adequate.
    Jimmy: I’m not changing anything. That’s the song, that’s how I’m doing it. Tonight. Mid-show number.

& Stanley: Rule number one. When attempting to blackmail a man with freakish strength and a mean streak the size of the panhandle, make sure you got witnesses.

& Stanley: You’re my ideal man. And I’m not talking about your bulging muscles... No. You have the three qualities I love in a person. One— you lack a moral code. Two— you can kill a man with your bare hands. And three— you have to do whatever I say, or I’m gonna make sure this whole place knows that you have someone else’s shit under your fingernails.

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& Evie: Who’s the strong man now?

& Ethel: You know what your problem is, Jimmy? You’re stuck on the rosy notion that the world operates on goodness, decency. Truth is— all goodness guarantees ya... is an early grave. But the biggest joke of all— the thing that’ll sink ya every time... is hope. Hope that the world will right itself. That the just will be rewarded and the wicked punished. Oh, once you buy into that horseshit, you’re dead in the water. The only way to survive in this disgusting godforsaken world... is to take control.

& Dell: You know, Jimmy, this is the perfect time for me to tell you something that my father told me.
    Jimmy: What?
    Dell: It’s the Toledo code. The first minute you let a woman tell you what to do is the first minute you hand your balls to ’em.
    Jimmy: I want to keep my balls.
    Dell: You hold on to them, son.

& Gladys: This is a first for me. I’ve worked on lots of gals with double chins, but never one with two heads. But I don’t judge— every client is different. Dot... sure you don’t want me to give you a little touch-up?

& Bette: Dot, look in the mirror. We make the perfect before and after picture. It can be our new act. We’ll call it «The Metamorphosis.» Elsa, you can be the fairy godmother who grants the wish of the plain Jane— that’s Dot— and transforms her into the epitome of glamour. That’s me.
    Elsa: Well, how kind of you to include me in your number, huh?
    Dot: Oh, you wave the wand, that’s all you do.
    Elsa: Well, I’ll go to work on it right away.

& Elsa: You know... I have heard about managers who would kill for their clients... Looks like I found one. Hmm?

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