The Best Peggy Bishop Quotes

Peggy: What can I get you? Well, looks like you could use something strong.
Lena: Yeah. Um... a whiskey. Neat, please. And some information, I hope. I already asked at the bed and breakfast, but they were decidedly unwelcoming.
Peggy: What, Dee-Dee and David? That's odd. Never met two warmer people.
Lena: Well, I was hoping that the owner of this pub could shed some light on why they got so upset. I mean, if she's around, Margaret Bishop.
Peggy: Most folks call me Peggy. Better than Margaret, Jr.
Lena: Well, in that case, I think our mothers were old friends.
Peggy: Really? What's your mom's name?
Lena: Elizabeth Walsh.
Peggy: [turning just as cold] Elizabeth Walsh was no friend of my mother's. And if you got any decency at all, you'll get the hell out of Fortune Bay. Haven't you folks caused enough pain?
Lena: I-I don't understand. I mean, maybe if I could just talk to your mother.
Peggy: You can't, 'cause she's dead. And your mom's the one who killed her.

Lena: My mother killed her? No. I mean, that's absurd. She was gentle and kind.
Peggy: She was conniving and opportunistic, enough to find herself a wealthy man to give her a new life, while my mother withered away.
Lena: Okay, listen. Maybe... maybe you're right, okay? My mother died when I was very young, and there's so much I don't know about her. But I came here to find the truth, no matter what that is.
[showing Peggy the picture of their mothers]
Lena: And clearly, our mothers were friends. Perhaps that changed, but there's another woman in this picture, Florence Abbott. And if you could just tell me everything you know about them, I promise that you will never have to speak to me again.
Peggy: They were in a coven.
Lena: A coven? What, like cauldrons and spells?
Peggy: I've seen you in the news running arm-in-arm with a bulletproof alien. But you don't believe in magic?
Lena: I believe what I can see.
Peggy: Right, well... 33 years ago, I saw your mother set fire to a shed without lightin' a single match. And my father was inside it. He died. Your mom fled. Florence vanished, leaving my mom to deal with the fallout.
Lena: Listen, this has to be a mistake. My mother wasn't like that.
Peggy: Oh, I see. You came here looking for a fairy tale that you dreamed up. Well, your mother wasn't the heroine. She was the villain. I get that your family is used to leaving a trail of bodies in their wake, but you could at least have the decency to leave them buried.