Marie Laveau: You're supposed to be ridding me of my enemies. Instead, They're mouthier than ever! Showing up on my doorstep, disrespecting me, digging up my enemies. When I plant a fat-ass cracker bitch, I expect her to stay planted, not come back up like goddamn ragweed! And that Fiona- doing my Bastien like that. Bastien. My poor Bastien. They desecrated you. And I brought you back life, and she took it away again? Well, now we take hers and all. No more nonsense. You go back there, and you bring me their heads. All of them. Fiona, her daughter and every witch bitch in that house. You bring me their heads, all of them. Then you burn that place to the ground. You do it, and you do it quick. And I let you live.
Cordelia Foxx: Why are there roses in here?
Fiona Goode: I thought you might enjoy them. They're the very last of your heirlooms.
Cordelia Foxx: Roses pull in love and romance. That's not what I'm looking for right now. I need chrysanthemums. All kinds of them, for strength and protection.
Fiona Goode: I never had the gift of mind-reading before. Is it the medication?
Zoe Benson: I'll figure out what to do with Kyle.
Misty Day: I'm not taking him. He's a walking tornado. You made him. He's your problem now. Who's taking me home?
Zoe Benson: It's late. Why don't you stay the night, sleep in a real bed for a change?
Misty Day: No, thanks. I need to be alone.
Zoe Benson: I thought you were looking for your tribe.
Misty Day: I was. And I am. This ain't it. I got bad vibes. Real bad. There's something foul in this house.
Queenie: Look, I've been taking care of myself for a really long time, so I'm not sure I need some white girl sorority sisters to cover my ass. And what is this green shit?
Zoe Benson: It's not a sorority. It's a coven. And this is absinthe, drink of the divine. Which we are.
Cordelia Foxx: Who are you? What do you want?
The Axeman: Release.
Cordelia Foxx: I can't do that.
The Axeman: Don't think so, dirty pussy cat? Goddamn witches. They ended me once, right here in this very room. And for years after, the parties and the music and the dancing raged wild outside while I sat trapped inside these four ugly walls. Now, last night, this sweet young witch comes along and offers me my release, and I said, "Oh, yes, ma'am, yes, please. What do you need?" She asks her favor, and I provide. The thing is, when the time comes for her to ante up, bitch lies, leaving me betwixt, between and ready to pop.
Cordelia Foxx: You died?
The Axeman: Uh-huh.
Cordelia Foxx: And now you're trapped.
The Axeman: Right here with you.
Cordelia Foxx: The only way I can help you is if you let me out of here.
The Axeman: No. Nobody leaves this room. You see, I had a... a contract. Promises were made, and all you've got to do is sing and dance, and call the witches who owe me my freedom. And I'll provide the music.
Zoe Benson: You left your lives and came all the way across to country just to puss out now? If this is all the fight we have left in us at the end of our race, witches deserve to die.
Fiona Goode: I'm just not ready to go quite yet. I want one more great love affair in my life. Now I think what I really want is just to belong to somebody. It's not too late for that, is it?
Doctor: No. My mom met someone on eHarmony, and they just went on a cruise to Nova Scotia.
Zoe Benson: Is there anyone that doesn't have a fan site?
Nan: I don't.
The Axeman: I gave fair warning, girl. I made my intentions clear to the world.
Cordelia Foxx: I wanted to sever his arms and throw him out the window. I had to stop myself.
Queenie: [to Spalding] Fiona's not here to help you now, Riff Raff. Best be straight.
Misty Day: [to Kyle] Where've you been? You look like you've been rode hard and put up wet. My daddy used to say that.
Zoe Benson: [Shows Madison's corpse to Misty] What can you do?
Misty Day: I can help you dig a hole. She's already rotting. Plus, she's missing an arm.
Nan: Did you see a bright light?
Madison Montgomery: No. There's nothing on the other side. It's just black. Forever.
Cordelia Foxx: Who is she? Who is the redhead?
Hank Foxx: Whoa, whoa, whoa, baby. I don't know what you're talking about.
Cordelia Foxx: Enough bullshit! Anything else you want to tell me now? Because I will see it sooner or later. I had to go blind to see things about you I couldn't see before. A bad cosmic joke. It's a different kind of clarity, an absolute clarity I've never had. The images almost vibrate with light.
Fiona Goode: Thank Christ she's finally got your number.
Hank Foxx: She's high as a kite. You know what they gave her before we left the hospital?
Cordelia Foxx: I'm high all right, but it's not the drugs. And rest assured, you will be accountable for every single betrayal, no matter how deep you think your secrets are buried. Now get out of here. Get out!
Hank Foxx: Baby. You're my... you're my heart.
Fiona Goode: I'd get out while you still can, Jughead.
Misty Day: Hey! You stop that! Stop that! You don't want to piss me off! I could be your only friend!
Fiona Goode: You're gonna make it to your daughter's wedding, so you should go out and buy yourself a great dress. Blow the bank on it.
Cordelia Foxx: Why didn't you tell me?
Fiona Goode: What? What? What did you see?
Cordelia Foxx: Auntie Myrtle.
Fiona Goode: I wanted to tell you, Delia, but you were in so much pain, and I didn't want to add to it.
Cordelia Foxx: Burned at the stake.
Fiona Goode: Yes. For what she did to you, yes.
Cordelia Foxx: No. That cannot be.
Fiona Goode: I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I think it's best if I let you be alone for awhile.
Kaylee: Truth be told, Mrs. Foxx, I really don't want to be powerful. I just want to find a good husband and have three kids. I think I have a really good shot. I work out, and I play fantasy football.