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American Horror Story: Hotel

5×1

& Iris: No refunds. Welcome to America.

& Iris: Woof. You’re a sight for sore eyes, Mr. Police Officer.
    John: It’s that obvious, huh?

& Liz Taylor: I can see the pain in your eyes. It’s very familiar. Oh, you’ve lost something. And now you’re frozen in time. Can’t move forward. Can’t go back.

& The Countess: And you didn’t feel like going out tonight.
    Donovan: It’s not the getting ready, it’s the clean up.
    The Countess: Call housekeeping.

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& Iris: Your mothers know you’re a couple of shameless junkies? You’re polluting your bodies with all that shit. You dumb Swedish meatballs. We’re gonna fix that right up... Yeah, we’re gonna flush your system, bring you back to the epitome of health. Just look at the spread we got for you today... Oysters. Full of zinc and B12. Boost your immunity, help your wounds heal faster. And we got you some chicken livers... kidneys, packed with iron. Get those red blood cells pumping. And to top it off, a Châteauneuf-du-Pape Grenache blanc... Yeah. Shut up. This is just the thing to get your bodies to absorb all these nutrients... We can do this the easy way or the hard way. But I’m not leaving until you get all your vitamins and minerals... Breakfast of champions.

& Iris: I got to go feed that thing in room 33.

& Alex: I can’t stop hoping. That’s the worst part.

& Sally: Who invited you in, lady?

& Iris: Who are you?
    The Countess: Your boy has a jawline for days.

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