Mary: You would damn generations to hell on earth because of your own bitter heart?! Anne: You are absolutely right, I would. Happily. I would turn the earth into a bitter desert in the very image of my heart!
Mary: The most fatal error, my treacherous sister -- placing your trust in the dark lord...and this mangy mouter. [Snaps the cat's neck] Tituba: Blind me if you will. I can track and kill you in the darkest night!
