August 24, 2017 | 0 Comments
Cora: Please don’t give up on me. Ambrose: I won’t.
Cora: Please don’t give up on me. Ambrose: I won’t.
Doctor: And what would you say to your 13-year-old self now if you had the chance? Cora: Run.
Margaret: It was easier when she lived with me. Ambrose: When was that? Margaret: When she came back. Ambrose: From? Margaret: She…
Phoebe: I saw dad naked once in the bathroom but I didn’t see his thing. I bet you did. Is it big? Cora: It’s a sin to talk that way….
Ambrose: So you believed what your mother told you, that you sold yourself for drugs, you had the scars, you went through something…
Cora: What kind of a god kills your baby but lets you survive?
Mother: Look at her. Do you know why she’s not better? Because you’re not doing your part.
Cora: I met Frankie on July 3rd. It was five years ago.
Ron: You should go to the station. Lorna: You need to eat something.
Cora: No. I’ve never met him before. Det. Leroy: Then why kill him? Cora [sneers]: Because they were playing that music and they were…