American Horror Story2011

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.