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.
