American Horror Story2011

Myrtle Snow:
Going somewhere?

Fiona Goode:
Is everyone back from the dead, or have I already died and gone to heaven? Well, I suppose it would be hell, you know.

Myrtle Snow:
I've been resurrected by our new Supreme, young Madison. She rather reminds me of you in your youth, thin as a pin with a dreadful case of the "me, me, me's."

Fiona Goode:
Yes. Well, I wish her the best. I will be... on the island... of Patmos.

Myrtle Snow:
That's not one of the choices, darling. Take your own life or be burned, I believe it was.

Fiona Goode:
No, I'm not ready. I have finally found someone I belong to. Someone I truly love.

Myrtle Snow:
No details, darling. I couldn't bear it.

Fiona Goode:
I am very ill, Myrtle. I won't last long. And he wants to take care of me.

Myrtle Snow:
You haven't thought through this, Fiona. Maybe it's your weakened state. This dream of a perfect love you're clinging to is just a nasty trick life is playing on you. You will die the same way you lived your life - alone and disappointed by everyone. He won't stay till the end. They promise, but... they don't.

Fiona Goode:
You are nothing but an envious old b*tch.