American Horror Story2011

The Axeman:
You are so beautiful.

Fiona Goode:
You're just a fool in love. You like the way I look? Take a picture. A month from now, I'll be a balding and toothless skeleton.

The Axeman:
So run away with me. Paris. Rome. Marrakesh. We can spend that month together.

Fiona Goode:
I don't want you watching me decay.

The Axeman:
Are you scared?

Fiona Goode:
I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared of living like this. The constant pain and the ugliness.

The Axeman:
You ever consider making it stop?

Fiona Goode:
No. I wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of me killing myself. I'll stay alive just to spite them. You know, the only reason my cancer is moving so fast and my hair's falling out like dead weight, is because one of those girls is coming into her own. Flexing her muscle. I just have to figure out which one of those little pecker-heads it is.