Angela Bassett credited as playing...
Marie Laveau
- David: No security? Don't you want to check us for weapons?
- Fiona Goode: Ha! Cher, I took down your entire company with about as much effort as it takes for me to mix myself a Rob Roy. And Marie... Marie is immortal, for Christ's sake. You think we're worried about guns? Which reminds me... I need a drink. Waiter. Martini, please. Filthy.
- [whispers]
- Fiona Goode: Do you want something?
- Marie Laveau: Sprite.
- Fiona Goode: And a Sprite.
- Marie Laveau: Uh, *Diet* Sprite.
- Fiona Goode: This is my offer to you. You disband this little merry troupe of assholes, vowing never to harm another witch from now until the end of time. I would also like you to sign over your house in Berkeley Square to me. But paint it first. God knows all the money in the world can't buy good taste.
- Marie Laveau: Well, now, I'd like the private jet.
- Fiona Goode: And Marie... wants a private jet.
- Harrison Renard: You know... killing us, it's not gonna put an end to this war.
- Marie Laveau: Maybe, baby. But it's gonna be so much fun just to watch it happen.
- Marie Laveau: Damn, Delphine. You know, girl, you may be rotten to the core, but you do make a sweet French 75.
- [laughs]
- Madame Delphine LaLaurie: Thank you, ma'am.
- Marie Laveau: Leave it! And get out. Only thing that could ruin this moment is to have to look at your fugly face.
- Madame Delphine LaLaurie: I'll leave when I'm finished.
- Marie Laveau: [laughs] Oh, You will obey me, servant.
- [slaps Delphine's ass]
- Madame Delphine LaLaurie: I told you. I'm not finished. But you are.
- [stabs Marie in the chest]
- Marie Laveau: [screams, grunts] Stupid cow!
- [slowly pulls knife out]
- Marie Laveau: Thinking you could... kill me!
- Madame Delphine LaLaurie: Yeah, the m-magic takes time to work. Your fate is sealed!
- Marie Laveau: Oh, you stupid rube! That ain't magic. It's a antihistamine! And the only thing I'm allergic to is you! Damn you!
- Fiona Goode: Our coven mourns. After facing so many trials, defending ourselves against onslaught. Forging enemies into friends. The witches of Miss Robichaux's Academy have fought for their lives, and won. And so, it is with great sadness we must say goodbye to Nan... who fell in the tub.
- Marie Laveau: Amen!