- Fiona Goode: Any last words?
- Myrtle Snow: You're all a bunch of little toads in a pot that Fiona is slowly bringing to a boil. You won't even feel it until it's too late. I'd rather burn than boil.
- Stillborn Mother: What are you doing? No! No, I don't want to look at her!
- Fiona Goode: Come on, hold her. Hold her, she's your daughter. You have to keep them close so they feel safe. Now talk to her.
- Stillborn Mother: I don't understand. Why are you doing this? My baby is dead.
- Fiona Goode: No, no, no, no, no. Come on, talk to her. Tell her... "I love you more than the whole world." Come on. Say it to her.
- Stillborn Mother: I love you more than the whole world.
- Fiona Goode: You're the most beautiful baby. Tell her how beautiful she is.
- Stillborn Mother: Please. I can't do this.
- Fiona Goode: Tell her how beautiful she is. You're so beautiful. Tell her.
- Stillborn Mother: You're beautiful.
- Fiona Goode: Now say, I'll never leave you.
- Stillborn Mother: I'll... I'll never leave you.
- Fiona Goode: I'll be your mother... until you die. Tell her.
- Stillborn Mother: I'll be your mother until the day you die.
- Fiona Goode: Tell her again.
- Stillborn Mother: I'll be your mother until you die.
- [the baby begins to cry]
- Stillborn Mother: What's happening? She's breathing! She's breathing!
- Marie Jeanne LaLaurie: We were never gonna do anything. It was just silly talk.
- Madame Delphine LaLaurie: It's because of my love for your plain faces that you can still draw breath. Be good, little birds, and I'll set you free in a year.
- Pauline LaLaurie: A year?
- Madame Delphine LaLaurie: Just in time for next Hallows' Eve. Ooooh. And you, ringleader of the feeble-minded, you've earned a special present. On Christmas morning, I'm gonna stuff your conniving mouth full of shit.
- Borquita LaLaurie: No. No! No! No!
- [sobbing]
- Borquita LaLaurie: Who would ever suspect foul play from the grieving daughters of their beloved mother's untimely death?
- Pauline LaLaurie: You are wicked, Borquita.
- Pembroke: Myrtle Snow, have you anything to say in your own defense?
- Myrtle Snow: You know what she is. Who would you believe?
- Pembroke: You give us no choice. Burn the witch.
- Quentin: Seconded.
- Fiona Goode: The decision of this council is unanimous and final.
- Myrtle Snow: No need to bind me. I shall not resist. Why would I? I've been swimming against the tide my whole life. Look where it got me. I'm used to being an outcast. The freak. Until I found my place in this coven. I thought I'd come home. But I was wrong. I go proudly to the flame. Go ahead. Burn me.
- Fiona Goode: Now, it's true this coven has been under attack but not from outside - from inside. Our enemy hides in plain sight. Walks freely among us, unseen. Our enemy has a face, and I have seen this face. This face has a name: Myrtle Snow.
- Myrtle Snow: Outrageous lies!
- Madame Delphine LaLaurie: Borquita. What has she done to you? No. What have *I* done to you? There must be something still inside you that knows the mother who bore you. Come back to me, child. I would make amends.
- The Axeman: I am not a human being, but a spirit, a fell demon from hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians call, the Axeman.
- The Axeman: When I see fit, I shall come again and claim other victims. I alone, know who they shall be. I shall leave no clue, except, my bloody axe. Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer... for which I am! But, I could be much worse if I wanted too. At will, i could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.
- Lady Reading Newspaper: Yes. Just as expected. Death.
- [on reading Tarot Cards for Axeman]
- The Axeman: You have no-one to blame but yourself.
- Witch: That reading was for you!
- Queenie: [on Ouija board answer] Axeman! Stop! Stop! Stop! If survival is so important to you, you better find out who you're talking too!
- Queenie: The spirit will say anything to get released. They mess with you!
- Violet Harmon: Is that why he said we killed him?
- Adelaide 'Addie' Langdon: No! He thinks we're them!
- Violet Harmon: Class of 1919. The same year as the Axeman disappeared.
- Violet Harmon: Okay, you twisted, tea-serving, necrophiliac! It's time to fess up! You killed Madison.
- Witch: [on the Axeman - 1919] This is an outrage. This madman is holding our city hostage to his twisted whim.
- 1919 Street Patron: Millie, do you think playing the Victrola will suffice? Come Tuesday evening, a jazz ensemble in New Orleans will be more precious than the Hope Diamond.
- 1919 Street Patron 2: We can choose jazz songs from my collection of phonographs.
- Lady Reading Newspaper: Why should we do anything to appease this Axeman?
- Witch: Because he kills women with an axe!
- 1919 Street Patron: Do I have to remind you? He says, "One thing is certain "and that is some of those persons who do not jazz it on Tuesday night will get the axe.
- 1919 Street Patron 2: Witch No. 3: His prose could use refinement but we get the point.
- 1919 Street Patron 2: Witch No. 2: If we don't play jazz music Tuesday night...
- Lady Reading Newspaper: ...We're inviting an attack... it could not be more clear Sister. The real question is, what are we to do? Ladies, we have been docile too long. We are powerful, even though none of you have yet to believe it. Not only are we descendants of Salem but we are suffragettes. We're on the verge of our greatest victory, giving us the equal right to vote. If we embody our feminine might, intelligence with grace, strength with an iron will, no man can make us cower in our home.
- Madame Delphine LaLaurie: I fairly swoon when I see the look of terror register on a handsome face. It makes me feel young again.
- Billie Dean Howard: 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.
- The Axeman: Well, hello pretty lady. What you drinking?
- [last lines]
- The Axeman: They have never seen me, 'for I am invisible' even as the ether which surrounds your earth.
- [first lines]