Fiona: Oh, Spalding, I must confess... I've always enjoyed our little talks together. Particularly since you lost your tongue. It makes you seem... wiser somehow. More thoughtful.
Fiona: This girl was attacked... near to death while you slept.
Cordelia: By who?
Fiona: Not who... by what! Some minion of Hell, of the...
Cordelia: Summoned by who? Not one of our girls...?
Fiona: Oh, Christ! Your girls couldn't pull a rabbit out of a hat!
Fiona: Who's the baddest witch in town?
Delphine: I don't know how to thank you for saving my life.
Queenie: I guess I'll just have to work on that then, huh?
Kaylee: I think Halloween gives people permission to be what they really want to be.
Fiona: Oh, Myrtle Snow. Look at you. Developing a sense of style when no one was paying attention.
Queenie: Madison Montgomery is a stone-cold bitch who loves hard drinking, big dicks, and trouble. If she's dead, it's probably 'cause she got wasted and offered the Grim Reaper a hand job or something.
Myrtle: The Council reminds you, no witch has been tried, convicted, and burned at the stake since 1926. And on a personal note, I'd like to add, I've got a book of matches in my pocket, Fiona, and I'm just dying to light this fire.
Kaylee: You got an online girlfriend in every port, 007.
007 is the code number of author Ian Fleming's James Bond, the British secret agent with a "license to kill."