Kyle Pacek

Queenie: [Detroit, 2012] Let me get a 44, extra crispy!

Irate Customer: Yo! The medium bucket is supposed to have 8 pieces. This one has only 7.

Queenie: My name is not "Yo", it's "Queenie", and you must have miscounted because I packed that basket myself.

Irate Customer: Well, you must've got a D in Math 'cause there's only 7 pieces.

Queenie: Actually, sir, I got an A in Math, all of them. Calculus, Trig, Advanced Algebra.

Irate Customer: [Sarcastically] Is that so?

Queenie: Mm-hmm.

Irate Customer: Look, I'm sure you're a genius, just give me an extra piece of chicken and I'll be done here.

Queenie: Look, pencil dick, you ate the extra piece and, now, you want a freebie!

Irate Customer: I'd like to speak to the manager, stupid fat ass!

Queenie: [Pissed] What did you call me?

Irate Customer: Get the manager!

Queenie: [Angrily] I am the manager.

Irate Customer: [She sticks her hand in the burning hot oil, with her "Human Voodoo Doll" Power transferring the pain to the customer; He screams in agony as his whole hand and forearm burn] Help! I'm burning! Help!

[He continues screaming in agony]

Nan: [Cutting to present day with Queenie recounting the incident] Did they send you to jail?

Queenie: No. There were lots of witnesses, none of them had actually seen me throw the oil. But it made the local newspaper, that's how Miss Cordelia found me.

Cordelia Foxx: You didn't want to join us at first.

Queenie: I grew up on white girl shit like "Charmed" and "Sabrina, The Teenage Cracker". I didn't know that there even were black witches. As it turns out, I'm an heir to Tituba. She was a house slave in Salem. She was the first to be accused of witchcraft. So, technically, I'm part of your tribe.

Madison Montgomery: [Sarcastically] Is this were we all sing Kumbaya?

Queenie: [Jumping to her feet, ready to fight] Bitch, I will eat you!

Cordelia Foxx: Hey hey hey! Hey! You guys have got start taking care of each other. We have enough enemies on the outside.

Dr. Ben Harmon: My professional opinion: Whoever painted this wall had some deep, psychological issues.

Vivien Harmon: I thought you had a patient.

Dr. Ben Harmon: Ah, they bailed. Do you need some help cleaning up?

Vivien Harmon: Yeah.

[Hands him a tin bowl]

Vivien Harmon: Thanks.

Dr. Ben Harmon: This thing doesn't tweak you out?

Vivien Harmon: I, there's something about that I find... really comforting.

Dr. Ben Harmon: All my psych professors tell me that people tell stories to cope with their fears, all art and meds are just creations to give us some sense of control over the things we're scared of: afraid of dying, create reincarnation, afraid of evil, create a benevolent God who sends evil doers to Hell.

Vivien Harmon: I just like that I don't have to think while I do it.

Dr. Ben Harmon: [laughs] Okay.

[They smile at each other]

Dr. Ben Harmon: I always thought you were prettiest like this: No makeup, messy hair... Little sweaty.

Vivien Harmon: I'm old.

Dr. Ben Harmon: Stop. You're beautiful. You are.

[He approaches her, tries to be intimate]

Dr. Ben Harmon: Violet won't be home for an hour.

Vivien Harmon: No. Ben, no.

Dr. Ben Harmon: Come on, babe.

Vivien Harmon: Ben, no.

[She makes him let go of her]

Vivien Harmon: Just... sorry. Just...

Dr. Ben Harmon: [Throwing stuff to the ground in anger] HOW LONG, VIV? HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO PUNISH ME FOR?

Vivien Harmon: I'm not punishing you, you narcissistic asshole! I'm trying to figure out how to forgive you for having sex with one of your students! You want me to have sex with you? I can't even look at your face, Ben, without seeing the expression on it while you were pile driving her in our BED!

Dr. Ben Harmon: I SCREWED UP! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT? I'M SORRY! I WAS HURTING, TOO!

Vivien Harmon: OH!

Dr. Ben Harmon: GOD!

Vivien Harmon: [Sarcastically] Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Did, did the, did the, did the life that was growing inside you die? And did you have to carry that around in your belly? The dead corpse of our baby son? Did you have to go into labor and deliver our child... DEAD?

Dr. Ben Harmon: My son died, too! My baby died, too!

Vivien Harmon: And you buried your sorrows in some 21-year-old's pussy!

Dr. Ben Harmon: You know, I can show you statistics on how many men cheat after a miscarriage! I was there for you, Viv! I was patient and understanding and caring! I put your feelings first!

Vivien Harmon: [Sarcastically] My... hero!

Dr. Ben Harmon: You know, I don't even know how to say this without coming off like an asshole. I really don't-...

Vivien Harmon: You know what? Just go ahead! Really! Never stopped you before! You're so angry? Why don't you really tell it like it is! 6 months of therapy with you apologizing and crying was bullshit! So, please, tell me how you really feel!

Dr. Ben Harmon: You got a dog!

[Vivien laughs sarcastically]

Dr. Ben Harmon: I needed you and you got a dog.

Vivien Harmon: [Sarcastically] Oh!

Dr. Ben Harmon: It was ME you should've been curling up with at night! Not a dog!

Vivien Harmon: Oh, so - -!

Dr. Ben Harmon: I needed you!

Vivien Harmon: You needed me! So, she was revenge because you needed me? Because I wasn't THERE FOR YOU IN YOUR TIME OF NEED? NOW, IT GET IT!

Dr. Ben Harmon: We hadn't had sex in almost a year.

Vivien Harmon: Yeah, you think I don't know that?

Dr. Ben Harmon: October 20th, we had great sex, Viv. It was loving and sexy and personal, even a little, even a little weird. I love you. I moved across country for you because in all my life, the only thing I've been truly scared of is losing you, losing this family. Something horrible happened to us and we handled it even more horribly. But this, this place... is our second chance, VIv. It's our second chance. But I just... I just need to know that you want it, too. Tell me, honey.

[He puts his hands on her face, she brushes him off]

Dr. Ben Harmon: [He tries again, but this time, she violently pushes him off] What are you doing?

[She pushes him again]

Dr. Ben Harmon: Viv!

[She continues to push him away]

Dr. Ben Harmon: What are you doing?

Dr. Ben Harmon: No!

[He kisses her, she resists at first, then kisses him, they begin having sex]