American Horror Story (TV Series)

The Magical Delights of Stevie Nicks (2014)

Jessica Lange: Fiona Goode

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• Misty Day : Who are you?

  Stevie Nicks : You must be Misty. I'm Stevie Nicks.

  [Misty faints] 

  Stevie Nicks : Is she all right?

  Fiona Goode : [laughs]  You owe me five bucks. I told you she was gonna do that.

• Fiona Goode : This could be a big-ticket night for you, Papa. I'm queen of the witches.

  Papa Legba : [chuckles]  I don't give a wet donkey shit about your title. I shine to only one thing: your soul.

  Fiona Goode : Then let's talk business. I give you my soul, and what do you give me in return?

  Papa Legba : Freedom from death.

  Fiona Goode : I want terms defined. Life everlasting. No aging, no decrepitude. Forever.

  Papa Legba : Just like that.

  Fiona Goode : Just like that?

  Papa Legba : In exchange, you provide services. One night a year, on the date of my choosing. No refusal ever.

  Fiona Goode : What kind of services?

  Papa Legba : For instance, would you cripple your daughter?

  Fiona Goode : Today? Absolutely.

  Papa Legba : Murder an innocent? Someone you love.

  Fiona Goode : Whatever it takes.

  Papa Legba : Then... we have a deal.

  Fiona Goode : Seal it.

  [They kiss] 

  Papa Legba : The deal is off.

  Fiona Goode : Why?

  Papa Legba : You have nothing to sell. You have no soul.

• Madison Montgomery : I'm a huge Eminem fan. When's he get here?

  Fiona Goode : Marshall? You're not his type. And more importantly... You're not the next Supreme.

• Fiona Goode : What is that hideous smell?

  Marie Laveau : Rattle viper sperm incense. Clear all the bad spirits out of here. Get rid of their evil intentions.

  Fiona Goode : It's not evil intentions that's making me sick.

• Fiona Goode : You can help me live, Marie.

  Marie Laveau : I wish I could.

  Fiona Goode : You know the secret. You gave it to that despicable, torturing racist.

  Marie Laveau : I gave her a vial of my tears. If I gave it to you, you'd still be bald and weak and living out your last days over and over for all eternity.

  Fiona Goode : Who... gave it to you?

  Marie Laveau : I don't think you ready for that.

  Fiona Goode : Tell me your secret.

  Marie Laveau : I sold my soul... to Papa Legba.

  Fiona Goode : You conjured him... he just appeared?

  Marie Laveau : Mmm, I thought I was the shit back then. I had just come into my prime, and my magic was strong. Shockingly strong. I was pregnant, and I did not accept the idea of death. I was invincible. Papa must've heard me. Showed up one night, said, "You can have eternal life, Marie. I come to you once a year, and you give me what I want." I thought he meant some kind of sexual favors. Seemed simple enough at the time. I wished for it; it came true. Unknowingly, I made a deal forged in Hell.

• Marie Laveau : I barely remember my baby's face. So when I look at this child, I feel like she mine. But Papa's coming. He needs the soul of an innocent.

  Fiona Goode : Well, perhaps we can... kill two birds with one stone.

• Fiona Goode : Jesus Christ. I didn't think she was this strong. Stop making such a fuss, you're not the first witch to be drowned!

• Papa Legba : I was very clear. No substitutions.

  Marie Laveau : Papa, you asked for a soul. I give you one.

  Papa Legba : You must provide an innocent.

  Fiona Goode : She's innocent. Mostly. She killed the neighbor, but the bitch had it coming. Oh, come on, Papa, huh?

  Marie Laveau : Be a sport.

  Papa Legba : You two together? Big trouble.

• Marie Laveau : [to Cordelia]  Your husband was a Witch Hunter. Showed up at my place, runnin' his mouth 'bout how he been killin' witches his whole life, 'bout how he had all this access, how his mother-in-law was the Supreme.

  [to Fiona] 

  Marie Laveau : Ooooh, he hated your ass. But he gave me a fair price, so...

  [scoffs] 

  Marie Laveau : You *were* my sworn enemy.

  Cordelia Foxx : You hired him to kill me? To kill my girls?

  Marie Laveau : Uh-huh. But he was too soft on you, he couldn't do it. He was trying to protect you, all right. From me. Lucky for y'all, he was a stone fool!

  Fiona Goode : [backhand slaps Cordelia]  You're not just blind, you are willfully blind! You married Hank to prove some childish point and brought a viper into this sacred house.

  Marie Laveau : It's all water under the bridge now, mama. Come on, come on.

  [Comforts Cordelia] 

  Fiona Goode : Hank was not some lone assassin with a grudge. Witch Hunters never act alone. They are part of an ancient order of men whose sole purpose is to rid the world of witches. Black or white. Now, we don't have to waste our time with worker bees, what we have to do is to find the hive.

• Fiona Goode : They pray to one god - a green, merciless god. Money. So we cut off their supply, bring them to their knees, make them crawl to us and beg for mercy. Here, I can do that.

  Cordelia Foxx : I want to help.

  Fiona Goode : No. You're tainted. You let them get inside your head.

  Cordelia Foxx : We can fight about this for the next ten years, but right now I want to help you.

  Fiona Goode : No! Don't you understand anything? You can't help me. You can't help anyone. You're worthless, hopeless. Get out of my sight.

• Marie Laveau : What you doing?

  Nan : I heard it crying.

  Marie Laveau : That's impossible! That closet was... Oh. You the clairvoyant.

  Nan : You stole this baby to kill it.

  Marie Laveau : You don't know what you talking about. Now give it here.

  Nan : Eat my shit. I'm the next Supreme. I just killed the woman next door with my powers just now, and I will kill you.

  Fiona Goode : What is going on here?

  Marie Laveau : Oh! She say she the next Supreme. Say she done kilt the neighbor lady!

  Fiona Goode : Oh, great. Now we'll have more cops on our trail. Whose baby is that?

  Marie Laveau : Mine. Check the skin tone.

  Nan : She stole it. She's gonna kill it.

  Marie Laveau : This girl is out of line.

  Fiona Goode : Nan, hand the baby back to her, or I'll make you do it. Now leave.

  Nan : You have blood on your hands. The both of you.

  Marie Laveau : Now, that girl is dangerous.

  Fiona Goode : Yes, she is.