New Orleans in 1834, and Madame Delphine LaLaurie hosts a party. She introduces the potential suitors to her daughters, Marie Louise Pauline, Marie Louise Jeanne, and Marie Delphine Lopez, nicknamed BoRouita. Delphine assures them that they have many talents, although her youngest Pauline's talent hasn't yet revealed itself. Pauling flirtingly suggests that it might be in the boudoir and her mother simply says that they'll find out on her wedding night...Read the full recap
Delphine: My youngest, Pauline, well, her major talent has yet to reveal itself.
Pauline: Perhaps my talent is in the boudoir, Mother Dear.
Delphine: I guess we'll find out on your wedding night, mon petit.
Zoe: It's a cliche, but like all cliches, it's the truth. Your life can change overnight. Or in a moment.
Zoe: So apparently I'm a witch. It runs in my family, but it doesn't show up in every generation, or in every girl. Like my cousin Amanda. She's just bulimic. We read about the Salem Witch trials in, like, fifth grade. Guess I should have paid more attention.
Cordelia: Look, why don't you just go away? I don't want you here. How else do you want me to say it?
Fiona: You're still angry, I can tell.
Cordelia: My God, you are the Supreme.
Fiona: You teach them to cower. and to hide in the shadows. Well, there are no shadows, not anymore. Do you really think with Twitter and Faceback that a witch does anything at all she won't be videotaped and turned into some viral freak show like a dog who says "I love you"?
Cordelia: Where are you going?
Fiona: Out. Don't wait up.
Cordelia: I have half a mind to enchant the locks after you leave.
Fiona: Don't make me drop a house on you.
Kyle: Thought you looked thirsty.
Zoe: Is that your superpower? You can sense dehydration?
Kyle: One of them.
Zoe: Ah. Frat boy, right? I think frats are full of fascists.
Kyle: I don't mind being reduced to a stereotype, but I'm on a scholarship.
Zoe: When the levees broke, the people of New Orleans were tested. Those who stayed, stayed for a reason. With that came a sense of purpose and community. That's what happens in a crisis. All the bullshit falls away, and what's left is so raw and vulnerable. It's agony to let other people see you so exposed. It takes a huge amount of trust, and for most of us, that trust was shattered long ago. But, like it or not, we need each other. And we need each other desperately. My mother was right. The world isn't safe for a girl like me. But maybe I'm not safe for the world, either. And since I'll never be able to experience real love, might as well put this curse to some use.