Salem Season 2 Quotes
John: Did you have any friends?
John Alden: Well let's see. There was a boy, Isaac, he was a kind and simple soul -- still is, but do you know who my dearest friend, the one I loved most already, even when I was your age?
John: Who?
John Alden: Why, the girl who turned out to be your mother.
John: I miss her.
John Alden: Me too.
Isaac: You're all fornicators; screwing each other every day of the week, including Sabbath. I swear, if Jesus Christ walked the streets of Salem, he wouldn't find a man worth saving.
Magistrate Hawthorne: This is vile blasphemy and you will hang for it.
Isaac: Go on then, hang me! Hang me! Done died on those stocks years ago. You all so busy looking for where the evil came from, you brought it with you.
Soon child, all the world will be your home.
Countess Marburg
John: If we get the devil out of him, we're done, all of us.
Cotton: And do you have this boy?
John: No, but I'm working on it.
[to Mary] Do you ever speak anything but threats?
Anne
Countess Marburg: Their Lord may forgive, but I don't. Be on the road with us tonight or I will delight in destroying what you hold most dear. And then I will find you and keep you alive long enough for you to see me take my first bite out of your heart.
Mary: My heart? You're welcome to it, but it might be a little bitter for your taste.
Mary: You came.
John: No for you.
Mary: I know, but at least it means you're here to save our son.
John: Are you really sure the boy is really yours? Let alone mine?
Mary: I'm sure. And when you look into his eyes, you will be too.
Patience. Before you can continue your journey, you must go before the dark powers and strike your own bargain.
Mary
Mary: Where is he?
Countess Marburg: Our little lamb is safe and sound.
Mary: Tell me what you've done with him or I will rip the truth from your heart.
Countess Marburg: My heart [laughing] better you should search your own.
Mary: Oh! To hell with your riddles. Speak plainly or choke on my wrath, what have you done with my son?
Countess Marburg: Perhaps it was genius of those hags and your dusty care take to keep you in such ignorance.
Mary: Ignorance? Of what?
Countess Marburg: Poor dear. Of everything. Surely you knew that no great working can take place without a sacrifice.
Mary: [shaking her head in disbelief] No.
Countess Marburg: For this, the greatest of all workings, only the greatest of all sacrifices will do. Your son was born precisely that he would be the vessel for the dark lords return.
You will burn in Hell, Wainwright.
Cotton
No, I didn't give him away. We sold him to the devil, like I was sold as a slave time and time again.
Tituba
Lost something? How careless.
Countess Marburg
