American Horror Story2011

Fiona Goode:
She's taken out both eyes?

Myrtle Snow:
The blue eye, the brown eye. Some of my best work, between us pigeons, all gone.

Fiona Goode:
Why?

Myrtle Snow:
Because your daughter has become something you will never understand, Fiona. She's a hero. Your girl has ripped her own eyes straight out of her skull for one reason only: to protect the coven.

Fiona Goode:
From what? Huh? I'll take care of the Witch Hunters. And when I do... This coven will have no more enemies.

Myrtle Snow:
No enemies on the outside perhaps, but danger lurks within these blanched walls. Everyone knows it. She sacrificed her eyes to regain the second sight. And woe to those among us who harbor bad thoughts.

Fiona Goode:
I have no secrets.

Myrtle Snow:
Then, by all means, go to her. Comfort her. Put motherly hands upon your wounded daughter's flesh and watch your filthy secrets be brought to light, laid bare. "No secrets." Shame on you, Fiona. I deserve better lies than that. You are an enemy to this coven and will be so long as you live. But Cordelia has your number, Slim.

Fiona Goode:
Go to hell, Myrtle Snow.

Myrtle Snow:
For what? Allowing you to see your daughter?

Fiona Goode:
I'll be back. I just need a drink. Steady my nerves.

Myrtle Snow:
See you soon.