April 28, 2014 | 0 Comments
Anne: Stop! Whatever that poor stone child may be, you are the true monster.
Anne: Stop! Whatever that poor stone child may be, you are the true monster.
Cotton: There can be no doubt. It is nothing more than a declaration of war upon us. By the devil himself.
John: Giles Corey built half this town and you threw him into a God damn ditch?
Mary: There was a time when I might have suckled more than a toad.
Mary: Only a fool runs quickly to war or love.
Isaac: Isaac the fornicator. Hide your wives, hide your daughters, hell, hide your sheep!
Cotton: Pray for her. John: I call bullshit. She’s clearly touched in the head. She needs a doctor, not your prayers.
Tituba: All the world shall be yours in return; all the world.
John: Judge not, lets ye be judged. Sibley: Who said that? Jesus. You might have heard of him.