Veronica: Don’t worry, Cheryl. I will be transferring our powers to you via a kiss.
Cheryl: A, that’s queer-baiting. And B, won’t your poison kiss kill me?
Veronica: A, it’s not queer-baiting; it’s saving the world. And B, pretty sure your phoenix power trumps my poison power.

This is coo-coo bananas, but I’m also kinda feeling it. So, what do I do?


Heather: Tell me, Cheryl, how much do you know about turning unseeable?
Cheryl: Only from Harry Potter and The Wizards of Waverly Place that you need a special cloak.

Tabitha: Unions literally unite people, and united people are more difficult to control. And Percival, as we know, is all about control.
Cheryl: And tweed.

Cheryl: Can you teach me what you know? I’ve been walking along this witchy for quite some time, but mostly alone.
Heather: Cheryl, I’d love that.

Gilda: If it is, we will dissipate into the ether. If that happens, there will be no witnesses, and the final battle cannot take place. And there will be no opportunity to defeat the Eldritch evil.
Tabitha: Which is why Percival is so hellbent on destroying Pop’s. This is all starting to make sense.
Cheryl: Is it?!

Cheryl: Archie, you do realize you’re playing with forces far beyond your understanding or the natural world? You don’t know where your powers come from, or why palladium specifically weakens you and now the others. Are you certain chasing immunity is worth the risk it imposes on you
Archie: Percival hasn’t left me with many options, Cheryl.

Betty: Do I really have to do this, Cheryl?
Cheryl: I’m afraid so. These objects were in Percival’s possession. Most certainly they’ve been polluted…tainted by some dark enchantments.
Veronica: Cheryl, where’s your trunk?
Cheryl: Oh, I already burned Jason. A second cleansing isn’t necessary.

Penelope: Please, Cheryl, the letters are my peace offering to you. Proof, I hope, that I truly have changed. You must read them.
Cheryl: So, where are they, Mother? And may Mephistopheles have mercy on your soul if you’re lying to me.

Cheryl: Nana, poor Darius has burned to a crisp. He’s nothing more than a pile of ash! I’m certain it’s Abigail’s doing.
Nana Blossom: That doll … it hasn’t twitched all night.
[Cheryl touches the doll]
Cheryl: It’s cold to the touch. What new bedevilment is this?

Archie: Come on, Cheryl, we’re the good guys.
Cheryl: Spoken like a true villain.

Archie: Cheryl, have you had any private contact from Percival Pickens? Did he stop by to interview you?
Cheryl: For a census? Yes, but I was taking a buttermilk bath, so I couldn’t receive him. Why for?
Betty: We’re worried his intentions for Riverdale aren’t above board.
Jughead: We think he’s recruiting people to his side.
Cheryl: For some nefarious agenda? Honestly, I’d be more worried about an angry mob dragging me into the forest in the middle of the night and burning me at the stake.

Madelaine Petsch Quotes

Betty: Why are you asking me so many questions about Polly? Cheryl?!
Cheryl: Because, you dumb cow, someone shot my brother and I think it was your crazy tweaked-out sister.

Kevin: Is cheerleading still a thing?
Cheryl: Is being the gay best friend still a thing?!