Top 50 Quotes From Angela Bassett

Fiona: What is that hideous smell?
Marie: Rattle viper sperm incense. Clear all the bad spirits out of here. Get rid of their evil intentions.
Fiona: It's not evil intentions that's making me sick.

CIA: But we can use him now: His contacts, his expertise, and he will be closely monitored.
Sydney: I pity the man with that job.
[Chase just looks pointedly at Sydney]
Sydney: [realization dawns on her] Wait a minute...
CIA: With you here... Vaughn, Dixon, and your father, there's a built-in system of checks and balances. If Sloane missteps... you'll catch him. Now, that's it. This is your assignment.

Ramonda: The burning of the funeral garments marks the end of the mourning period and the beginning of a new relationship with our loved ones that have passed on.
Shuri: I'm not doing this, Mother. If I sit and think about my brother for too long, it won't be the clothes I'll burn -- it will be the world and everyone in it.

Marie: You think it's so easy. Stroll in here and expect we gonna fix this truce?
Fiona: Oh, to hell with the truce. What I'm looking for is an alliance. Your tribe, my coven, joined.
Madame: Are you insane?
Marie: Uh! What the head said!
Fiona: [to LaLaurie] I told you to shut up!
Madame: You can't make a deal with a darkie! You can't trust 'em as far as you can spit. Like I told the governor.
Fiona: [stuffs a crumpled piece of paper in LaLaurie's mouth] Shut up!

Ana: Apparently, the French people do not care for you ever since you said that thing in the press.
BoJack: Hey, I stand by my critique of Sartre. His philosophical arguments helped tyrannical regimes justify overt cruelty. Also, the French smell and I hate them.

Erica: You use a scalpel, I prefer a hammer.

Marie: You were born into the wrong tribe. You the daughter of my sworn enemy!
[laughs]
Cordelia: Fiona has got nothing to do with me. She has no idea I came to see you. You are my one real shot at this point.
Marie: Too late for tears, damage is done. Waltzing in here like she the Queen of England. Talking about hammer and nails, looking to start a war.
Cordelia: Fiona was here?
Marie: She done messed with the wrong witch. And she knows it. And now you know it.

Papa: I was very clear. No substitutions.
Marie: Papa, you asked for a soul. I give you one.
Papa: You must provide an innocent.
Fiona: She's innocent. Mostly. She killed the neighbor, but the bitch had it coming. Oh, come on, Papa, huh?
Marie: Be a sport.
Papa: You two together? Big trouble.

Ramonda: I am Queen of the most powerful nation in the world! And my entire family is gone! Have I not given everything?

Cora: Times are changing, Marie. President Kennedy's in the White House.
Marie: Yeah?
Cora: Mm-hmm.
Marie: Uh-huh. And the White Citizens' Council of New Orleans warned the city about the Congolese raping their daughters. And the Burr Heads being forced into their schools.
Cora: I have faith in the future.

Sydney: When I was approached about joining a black-ops unit within the CIA, I thought I was doing the right thing. And while I appreciate the necessary protocol in assembling a new team, Arvin Sloane is not...
CIA: [cutting her off] I understand you used to work for Sloane.
Sydney: Yeah, a criminal psychopath beyond verbal descripition...
CIA: I know all about Sloane.
Sydney: Then allow me to ask the most obvious question in the history of time: How can the CIA let that man, who ran what amounts to a terrorist cell within the borders of this country, run anything?

Marie: Well maybe you haven't heard the news about civilization started in Africa. We're more then just pins and dolls and seeing the future in chicken parts. You've been reading too many tourist guides.
Fiona: Speaking of tourist guides... No More Spray. I have been to St. Louis No. 1 and I have seen the tomb of Laveau. Seen the fat tourists from Little Rock to Hackensack drawing crosses on the bricks, making wishes to the bones of Marie Laveau. Little do they know, all they have to do to get their wishes granted was come down here to the Ninth Ward and get their hair braided.

Madame: You think you and this rabble can frighten me? I am Madame Marie Delphine LaLaurie. And you're nothing. Your feeble attempt at poisoning me failed, nigger witch.
Marie: If I wanted you dead, you would be.

Marie: What you doing?
Nan: I heard it crying.
Marie: That's impossible! That closet was... Oh. You the clairvoyant.
Nan: You stole this baby to kill it.
Marie: You don't know what you talking about. Now give it here.
Nan: Eat my shit. I'm the next Supreme. I just killed the woman next door with my powers just now, and I will kill you.
Fiona: What is going on here?
Marie: Oh! She say she the next Supreme. Say she done kilt the neighbor lady!
Fiona: Oh, great. Now we'll have more cops on our trail. Whose baby is that?
Marie: Mine. Check the skin tone.
Nan: She stole it. She's gonna kill it.
Marie: This girl is out of line.
Fiona: Nan, hand the baby back to her, or I'll make you do it. Now leave.
Nan: You have blood on your hands. The both of you.
Marie: Now, that girl is dangerous.
Fiona: Yes, she is.

[from trailer]
Erica: This is the CIA's mission. If he had held onto the plutonium, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Alan: His team would be dead.
Erica: Yes, they would. That's the job.

Sydney: If this is your... decision, Director Chase... I will no longer burden this agency with the hazard of my participation.
CIA: Are you opting to terminate your association with the CIA?
Sydney: I will say it in English for you: I quit.

Ana: After I almost drowned, I decided I would never again be weaker than water, so I became a lifeguard. On my first day of training, my instructor told me that there are going to be times when you'll see someone in trouble. You're going to want to rush in there and do whatever you can to save them, but you have to stop yourself. Because there are some people you can't save. Cause those people will thrash and struggle, and try to take you down with them.
BoJack: [after a long pause] What does that have to do with me?

Erica: [to Ethan, voice-over] Per your request, I'm handing Solomon Lane back to MI6. Through a broker, of course, part of our ongoing arrangement. After what happened in Paris, we prefer to keep a low profile. And that closes your friend's account in British intelligence. I understand now why Hunley believed in you. The world needs the IMF. We need people like you, who care about the one life as much as they care about the millions. That way I never have to.

Marie: I barely remember my baby's face. So when I look at this child, I feel like she mine. But Papa's coming. He needs the soul of an innocent.
Fiona: Well, perhaps we can... kill two birds with one stone.

Marie: Clean your station, baby girl, 'cause I am sick and tired of them old boxes of Popeye's and Coke cans.

Papa: Tonight's the night you pay me my due.
Marie: Not now. Please. It's been a hard day.
Papa: Hard days deserve a harder night.
[sniffs cocaine from his fingernail]
Marie: You drink my torment like wine.

Harrison: You know... killing us, it's not gonna put an end to this war.
Marie: Maybe, baby. But it's gonna be so much fun just to watch it happen.

[the Sub-Mariner appears]
Ramonda: Stop right there! Who are you? And how did you get in here?
Namor: [looks around] This place is amazing. The air is pristine, and the water... My mother told me stories about a place like this, a protected land with people who never have to leave, who never have to change who they were. What reason do you have to reveal your secret to the world?
Ramonda: I am not a woman who enjoys repeating herself! Who are you?
Namor: My people call me K'uk'ulkan. But my enemies call me Namor.

Hayden: [Director Chase is caressing Dixon in the hospital where he is unconscious. She walks out and approaches Jack and Sydney] If anything changes, you call me.
Sydney: [to Jack] Did you have any idea she and Dixon...
Jack: No... But then I tend to miss those kinds of details.
Sydney: What are you talking about? You're the master of details.
Jack: Really? I've gone over the details a thousand times in my mind. Each one, added up to the same conclusion. That your life was in danger, and your mother was the lethal threat.

Fiona: Our coven mourns. After facing so many trials, defending ourselves against onslaught. Forging enemies into friends. The witches of Miss Robichaux's Academy have fought for their lives, and won. And so, it is with great sadness we must say goodbye to Nan... who fell in the tub.
Marie: Amen!

Ramonda: Shuri.
Shuri: [crying] Mama...
Ramonda: Show him who you are.

Marie: I don't know what that was, but they got some real power in that witch house now.

CIA: I know you spoke of being hungry, looking for a fresh start.
Sydney: It was nothing, my father, Vaughn, irrelevant personal stuff. I want to serve my country the best I can.
CIA: Well this assignment will be a challenge for you. More than you were lead to believe.
[Director Chase opens a set of doors and motions for Sydney to follow. She walks in and sees Dixon, Jack, and Vaughn]
CIA: The four of you chosen, handpicked to help run this team.
Sydney: The four of us? Handpicked by whom?
[Sydney turns around to see Sloane]
Arvin: This is exciting!

Erica: The IMF is like Halloween, a bunch of grown men in rubber masks playing trick-or-treat.

Dorothea: What's wrong, Teach?
Joe: It's just I've been waiting on this day for... my entire life. I thought I'd feel different.
Dorothea: [beat] I heard this story about a fish. He swims up to this older fish and says, "I'm trying to find this thing they call the ocean." "The ocean?" says the older fish. "That's what you're in right now." "This?" says the young fish. "This is water. What I want is the ocean."
[Joe just stares, bewildered]
Dorothea: See you tomorrow.

Marie: Damn, Delphine. You know, girl, you may be rotten to the core, but you do make a sweet French 75.
[laughs]
Madame: Thank you, ma'am.
Marie: Leave it! And get out. Only thing that could ruin this moment is to have to look at your fugly face.
Madame: I'll leave when I'm finished.
Marie: [laughs] Oh, You will obey me, servant.
[slaps Delphine's ass]
Madame: I told you. I'm not finished. But you are.
[stabs Marie in the chest]
Marie: [screams, grunts] Stupid cow!
[slowly pulls knife out]
Marie: Thinking you could... kill me!
Madame: Yeah, the m-magic takes time to work. Your fate is sealed!
Marie: Oh, you stupid rube! That ain't magic. It's a antihistamine! And the only thing I'm allergic to is you! Damn you!

CIA: [to Sydney] Even for you, Agent Bristow, your arrogance today is appalling!

Marie: When the gods see this willingness to suffer, to sacrifice, they pay attention.

Marie: Shut up. I'll give you something to cry about.

Marie: I'm over 300 years old. Everyone I done ever met done followed after the Grim Reaper. Some willingly. Others kicking and scratching. I taught myself long ago not to waste tears for the dead.

Hank: An acid attack? Was that supposed to speed things along? You just made my job more complicated.
Marie: You think I did that? I look like the Taliban to you? If I wanted to blind your little wifey, I wouldn't have to leave my room.

Desiree: I wasn't born on a farm, but I know bullshit when I smell it, and that's a whole lot of bullshit.
Maggie: Go to Hell, triple tits.

Madame: Get off my property!
Marie: I've heard that you are in need of my services.
Madame: What could a Negress have that I would ever want?
Marie: Mo pélé Marie Laveau. I have the cure for you husband's affliction. His compulsion for young ladies.
Madame: I'll have you flogged for your insolence!
Marie: A love potion to ensure fidelity.
Madame: If the potion entrances as you promise, your future's assured.
Marie: To our future together.
Madame: Salud.
[Sips the potion]
Madame: Mmm. It's like honeysuckle.
[She finishes every last drop and starts to relax, but then feels uneasy. She falls to the floor, groans, gasps for air and coughs up blood]
Madame: Get it out of me!
[She lies still with her eyes wide open, as if she's dead, as Marie Laveau watches intently]

Hayden: I will not trust Irina Derevko.
Sydney: When you brought me into APO and placed me under Arvin Sloane's supervision, you asked me to trust you, and I did.
Hayden: My mind is made up agent Bristow.
Sydney: You put Sloane in charge; you gave Sloane full access to the resources of the CIA and now he is going to do more harm than you can even imagine. We need to find him and end this. And the only person who can do this is my mother. Please director Chase, this time, you have to trust me.

Marie: You know, when I had the idea to have you brought back to me, I thought of all the many ways I could dispose of you. But I've found it give me great pleasure just to know you in a cage.
Madame: Shut your mouth, Negress. Bring me something to drink in a clean glass, so I can enjoy my food in silence.
Marie: I'm not your damn maid! And if I were you, I wouldn't be so eager to show my arrogance from that side of the cage.
Madame: What you gonna do? Kill me? I can't die.
[laughs]
Madame: Eh, throw me back in the box. I've seen enough of this world. I'll take no part in a country that has a darkie in the White House. Hundred years from now, when they dig me up again, the natural order will be restored.
Marie: You think I only have those two choices? The mistake you make is from a lack of imagination.
Madame: I'm not afraid of you. I wouldn't give you that satisfaction. Ahh!
[Marie hacks off Delphine's hand]
Madame: Dear God! Oh, my God!
Marie: You know, you're right, Delphine. This gave me no satisfaction. But we've only just begun.

Marie: You know that spell ain't no picnic for anyone involved. On the day of, you bring us two ounces of your husband's baby gravy in a mason jar. We use a Guinea pepper... hotter than Hades. When the gods see this willingness to suffer, to sacrifice, they pay attention.

Marie: I don't have time to argue with you. Either you're with me or against me. And if it's the latter, you best stay out of my way.

Marie: You're supposed to be ridding me of my enemies. Instead, They're mouthier than ever! Showing up on my doorstep, disrespecting me, digging up my enemies. When I plant a fat-ass cracker bitch, I expect her to stay planted, not come back up like goddamn ragweed! And that Fiona- doing my Bastien like that. Bastien. My poor Bastien. They desecrated you. And I brought you back life, and she took it away again? Well, now we take hers and all. No more nonsense. You go back there, and you bring me their heads. All of them. Fiona, her daughter and every witch bitch in that house. You bring me their heads, all of them. Then you burn that place to the ground. You do it, and you do it quick. And I let you live.

CIA: I'm recommending to the board that you be stripped of classified clearance and assigned to the Dispatch Office at Langley.
Sydney: You're transferring me... to the mail room?

Marie: And what is your wish, Witch?
Fiona: I want what you have. Whatever it is that has kept you young all these years.
Marie: [laughs] The Hammer wants the Nail's Magic. Oh, that is rich!
Fiona: Yeah, and you're gonna give it to me. Because, I have something you want.
Marie: You could offer me a unicorn that shit hundred dollar bills and I'd still never give you nothing more than a headache.

Marie: [to Cordelia] Your husband was a Witch Hunter. Showed up at my place, runnin' his mouth 'bout how he been killin' witches his whole life, 'bout how he had all this access, how his mother-in-law was the Supreme.
[to Fiona]
Marie: Ooooh, he hated your ass. But he gave me a fair price, so...
[scoffs]
Marie: You *were* my sworn enemy.
Cordelia: You hired him to kill me? To kill my girls?
Marie: Uh-huh. But he was too soft on you, he couldn't do it. He was trying to protect you, all right. From me. Lucky for y'all, he was a stone fool!
Fiona: [backhand slaps Cordelia] You're not just blind, you are willfully blind! You married Hank to prove some childish point and brought a viper into this sacred house.
Marie: It's all water under the bridge now, mama. Come on, come on.
[Comforts Cordelia]
Fiona: Hank was not some lone assassin with a grudge. Witch Hunters never act alone. They are part of an ancient order of men whose sole purpose is to rid the world of witches. Black or white. Now, we don't have to waste our time with worker bees, what we have to do is to find the hive.

Fiona: This is my offer to you. You disband this little merry troupe of assholes, vowing never to harm another witch from now until the end of time. I would also like you to sign over your house in Berkeley Square to me. But paint it first. God knows all the money in the world can't buy good taste.
Marie: Well, now, I'd like the private jet.
Fiona: And Marie... wants a private jet.

Fiona: You can help me live, Marie.
Marie: I wish I could.
Fiona: You know the secret. You gave it to that despicable, torturing racist.
Marie: I gave her a vial of my tears. If I gave it to you, you'd still be bald and weak and living out your last days over and over for all eternity.
Fiona: Who... gave it to you?
Marie: I don't think you ready for that.
Fiona: Tell me your secret.
Marie: I sold my soul... to Papa Legba.
Fiona: You conjured him... he just appeared?
Marie: Mmm, I thought I was the shit back then. I had just come into my prime, and my magic was strong. Shockingly strong. I was pregnant, and I did not accept the idea of death. I was invincible. Papa must've heard me. Showed up one night, said, "You can have eternal life, Marie. I come to you once a year, and you give me what I want." I thought he meant some kind of sexual favors. Seemed simple enough at the time. I wished for it; it came true. Unknowingly, I made a deal forged in Hell.

Ramonda: [to Namor after he gets across Wakanda's border wall and starts making demands] You do not sneak into my country and tell me what is fair.

Marie: It wasn't poison that I gave you but something far worse. My gift to you, Madame LaLaurie, was life everlasting. Immortality was in that bottle. Bring her! For your sins, Madame LaLaurie, you are damned to live forever. To never know the release of sweet death. To never reunite with loved ones in the realm beyond. But instead to be alone, sealed up in your unmarked grave for all eternity, listening to the world go on around you, even until that world is no more.