May 12, 2014 | 0 Comments
Mary: Do you know what Salem abhors even more than a witch, reverend? A Catholic. Yet under your watchful eye you have now allowed both…
Mary: Do you know what Salem abhors even more than a witch, reverend? A Catholic. Yet under your watchful eye you have now allowed both…
Tituba: What’s happened? Mercy: We’ve lost control. She’s no longer ours.
Cotton: Who among us is unburdened by shame or secrets that we hide from the world?
Mary: John, we were fortunate today, but we might not be so lucky in days to come. If you insist on staying, you must understand, I…
John: Well, the good folks of Salem declared you a drunk, not a witch. You’re sprung.
Cotton: Confession. I thought on occasion my character might have been improved by the infrequent tussle. John: Oh yeah, beatings done…
John: Make up your mind Reverend, is he a witch or a victim of the craft?
John: Thieves have come to ransack the orphanage now that the town sees fit to hang its guardian.
Mary: Why? Because this is the fulfillment of all our dreams. Vengeance for centuries of oppression.
John: I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a mixture of reason and bullshit in a man.