Fire and Reign

American Horror Story. Apocalypse

8×9

James: On the way home, I'm in the left lane at the intersection. I missed the left turn arrow, but then the light turns from arrow to green. The car in front of me just sits there. Doesn't pull into the intersection. The driver doesn't get that a green light means you can make a fucking left-hand turn if there's no oncoming traffic, even without a fucking left-hand turn arrow! He doesn't move. The driver needs the fucking arrow! People have to be pointed in the exact fucking direction. When did everyone become so fucking stupid?!

James: The worst part is, I just realized, I hate this fucking coffee. This coffee tastes like burnt asshole! Why is this called signature roast? Who is signing for this shit?!

Mutt: Cut him some slack, okay? Even Jesus needed time to figure shit out. That's why he went to the desert, bro.

James: A sign? All the guy needs to do is look around. The world is a raging clusterfuck! And we need to burn this motherfucker to the ground!!

Dinah: So... we good?
Michael: Better than good. I'll put in a word with my father. Satan just greenlit your talk show for 13 episodes.

Michael: Putin, Buffett, Clinton...
Mutt: Oh, Bill, not Hillary.
Michael: Kim Pyong So...
Mutt: General Kim. Dude controls all the nuclear weapons in North Korea.
Michael: I don't get it, how are all these people connected?

James: That's a list of 100 members of the world's most powerful organization, called... The Cooperative.
Mutt: Yeah, except no one in The Cooperative would ever admit to being in The Cooperative. Also, "The Cooperative" is a code name. The real name... is the Illuminati.
James: And, actually, this list doesn't exist. Bye, list.

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Mutt: Uh, no, no, no, no. You don't need magic to destroy the world, bro, not when you have science.

James: People suck. They're selfish and short-sighted. All anyone cares about is immediate gratification. And that's why everything happens. One shitty self-serving act at a time. You multiply one bad impulse by seven billion people, you get global warming. You get mass extinction. You definitely get genocide.

James: With the people we know in positions of power, all you need for Armageddon, bro, are three people in the right places, pushing the right buttons.
Michael: ... Will it be enough to kill the witches?

Madison: Are you saying this bitch can travel through time?

Mallory: You want to send me a hundred years into the past to thwart the Bolshevik Revolution?
Myrtle: .... the Bolsheviks had already won, dear. Young Anastasia's survival will be proof of your success.

Mutt: ...you would make a great Administrator. You would be clear to pick and choose how you want to run the show.
Wilhemina: You're saying I could devise my own rules.
James: Who's gonna stop you? You want to make people say the Pledge of Allegiance in their underwear every morning? Knock yourself out.
Mutt: Ms. Venable, you wouldn't have to answer to anybody about anything.

Michael: This place is so strange. Why would the world's wealthiest 0.1% choose to wear so much flannel and Patagonia?
Ms. Mead: They think true power lies in not flaunting theirs. Idiots.

Michael: Friends, it's time for the apocalypse.

Michael: ...And with the admission price of $100 million, only the worthy will gain admission. Turn to page six, section one. "Outpost Construction."

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