20 Best Sophie-Anne Leclerq Quotes

Sophie: Maenads are sad, silly things... the world changed centuries ago and they're still waiting for the God who comes.
Bill: Does 'he' ever come?
Sophie: Of course not. Gods never actually show up, they only exist in humans' minds, like money and morality.
Bill: If I can't kill her, how do I get her to leave Bon Temps?
Sophie: She has to believe she successfully summoned forth Dionysus in hope he will ravage her and quite literally devours her until she is lost into oblivion.
Bill: So she seeks death? The true death. The only thing she has evolved beyond.
Sophie: Ironic, isn't it? You know, they're really not that smart, these maenads.
Bill: So how does she summon this non-existent god of hers?
Sophie: I never said he was non-existent. I just said he never comes. She believes if she finds the perfect vessel, sacrifices and devours part of him or her, plus surrounded by the magic of her familiars then her mad god will appear. At that point when she willingly surrenders herself to him...
Bill: That's the only point she can be killed.

Bill: I need to know how to kill a maenad.
Sophie: A maenad, in Bon Temps? That's random.
Bill: Yes. She seems to have caused some sort of mass hypnosis. The whole town has devolved to a primitive state in a matter of days.
Sophie: Oh my. She's an old one. Well, they're all old. Relics.
Bill: Ancient Greece, correct?
Sophie: Before that even. Orgies, sacrifice?
Bill: Yes.
Sophie: Cannibalism?
Bill: We suspect.
Sophie: Oh, fun!
Bill: So, how do I kill it?
Sophie: You can't. She's convinced herself she's immortal and so she is.
[Bill looks confused]
Sophie: William surly you know everything that exists imagined itself into existence.
Bill: Umm... I'm not entirely familiar with that theory, no.
Sophie: [musing] Well, think about it. Imagine that you're a wild young girl who's married to some jerk who treats you like property and is also fucking some 14-year-old boy. And along comes this religion which encourages you to get hammered, run naked through the woods, have sex with who ever, what ever, and it's all part of getting closer to God?
Bill: I can see how that would have it's appeal, especially to humans with their tendencies towards puritanism.
Sophie: Exactly! So you're fucking everybody in the dirt, why not kill something and eat it raw? Hey, you're super pious. There's nothing you can't do and each time you do, it brings you one step closer to the divine.
Bill: Isn't that delusional?
Sophie: Never under-estimate the power of blind faith. It manifests in ways that bend the laws of physics or breaks them entirely.
Bill: I bit her and it poisoned me.
Sophie: Of course it did. We can only drink human blood, and she's no longer even remotely human.
Bill: But she started out as human?
Sophie: Hello. Evolution? We started out that way too.

Russell: This could be so much less painful if you just said the fucking words!
Magister: [Chain] I am bound by duty to uphold the sacred laws of...
Russell: [Pulls a stake on him] Ah, ah, ah. Your call.
Magister: I hereby pronounce you... husband and wife.
Russell: Thank you.
Queen: Yes, thanks. I'm so happy I could bleed.

Sophie: [upset at Eric] You may be the strongest, oldest vampire in my queendom, but if I wanted I could own your fangs as earrings!

Russell: I want you to accept my proposal of marriage.
Sophie: I've turned you down countless times. Why would I accept now?
Russell: Because in addition to never touching you, I will settle all your debts. Oh, come on. The Magister will eventually determine it was you who was selling our blood.
Russell: I've already pinned it on Eric Northman. Is that really all you've got?
Russell: Well, uh, ooh, there's the IRS. The American Vampire League will let them put you in prison, make an example of you, assuage the right wing's fears about vampires running Wall Street.
Sophie: They have no dominion over me. I'm a queen.
Russell: Please. I have known some of the finest queens who've ever lived. You, my dear girl, are no queen.

Queen: The pigs at the IRS are breathing down my neck and I need money now. Sell the blood at half price if you have to. I don't care what it takes. Just move the product and cover our tracks.
Eric: With all due respect, your highness, I fear you're not considering all the angles.

Queen: Russell Edgington is the most duplicitous vampire in the Americas, maybe the world. You honestly think you can trust him?
Eric: Like I can trust you? The only vampire a vampire can trust is the vampire he made.

Russell: In exchange for the money she owes the IRS, Queen Sophie Anne has kindly accepted my marriage proposal.
Queen: I had no choice.
Magister: Your Majesty...
Russell: Yes, my loyal subject? Oh, we would be delighted if you would officiate the wedding for us.
Magister: I am forbidden to conduct any rights of alignment unless specifically-...
Russell: Unless specifically authorized to do so by the Authority. Yes, well, perhaps you have not quite grasped the subtext of our earlier exchange, but there's a new fucking authority in town!

Sophie: You know there's a maenad in Renard parish.
Eric: Yes. That is the reason I came to see you, your majesty.
Sophie: I wouldn't get involved if I were you. Stick to what you're good at. I gave William Compton a few bits of hand-me-down folklore that accumulated over the centuries. But who knows what's gospel or gorilla shit... You know, I think he's monogamous with his human.
Eric: He is in love with her, yes.
Sophie: He is? Well, of course. He would be with her. You probably are too.
Eric: [almost reluctant] I do not love humans.
Sophie: She's not entirely human. Have you tasted her?
Eric: Sadly, no.
Sophie: Don't, ever. One vampire falling in love is bad enough.
Eric: Yes. Bill Compton certainly has a knack for finding trouble.
Sophie: For instance, how does he know I'm having you sell vampire blood?
[when he says nothing]
Sophie: Guards hear everything.
Eric: Your majesty, I'm sorry. There's no way he could...
Sophie: That is really bad.
Eric: He does not know you are supplying it.
Sophie: [jumping him] He better not! I'm holding you responsible.

Magister: Trouble abounds in your fair state.
Eric: Tell me.
Magister: It would seem your idyllic little home is competing to become the V capital of the world.
Queen: Can you believe it? I am so embarrassed. Naturally I told the Magister that you were the only vampire in my kingdom that I could trust with this.
Eric: Anything I can do to be of service.
Magister: Our blood is sacred. Wasting it on any thing but procreation is blasphemy.
Queen: Madness.
Eric: Desecration.
Magister: Have you noticed an uptake is users in your neck of the woods? Maybe even here in your club?
Eric: I haven't. No.
Magister: See that surpises me. Because every other sheriff to whom I have spoken to has. The amounts are so great in fact, we can only assume a vampire is responsible.
Queen: An act of self loathing so shameful that who ever is responsible should fall on his own stake.
Eric: Respectfully, Magister, I'm not sure I follow your logic.
Magister: If your average run-of-the-mill drainers were behind this, it would stand to reason that said drainers would need vampires to drain; which means there would be missing vampires and plenty of them... How many vampires have gone missing in your area?
Eric: None, magister.
Magister: So now, do you follow my logic.
Eric: I do, and I will look into the matter.
Magister: Good, and I will expect results.

Sophie: What gives you the right to say "no" to the femoral blood of a good human woman? You know what your problem is, William? You're a snob. I hate snobs. Tiny, tiny souls... or penises. Or Both.

Queen: When we do find the vampire responsible, how will you punish him?
Eric: Or her?
Queen: And will it be in public?
Magister: Of course when one who is proven guilty of such a crime must be made an example of. That kind of moral anarchy can not be allowed.

Eric: [playing yahtzee] How long does this game go on for?
Sophie: We play to five million.
Hadley: [whining] She's way ahead.
Sophie: It's pure luck. Yahtzee is the most egalitarian game in the world. You could be my social, physical or intellectual inferior, but your chances are equal to mine. It's the perfect antidote for this world, where things of inferiority and superiority do matter.

Queen: Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point? I can't think of anything more depressing that living by the law forever.
Eric: Your Highness, forgive me but I don't feel the same sense of relief you do.
Queen: You don't think he believed us.
Eric: Not entirely. No.
Queen: Than I suggest you sell everything you have as soon as possible.

Queen: Can we get this over with? I'm getting cold feet.

Sophie: You killed my guards.
Russell: Only a handful. The rest were surprisingly unwilling to die for you and have defected.

Queen: [about the Magister] Is it just me or is he really dull?

Sophie: Have you eaten?
Bill: Not tonight, but...
Sophie: I have several new members of court. A Latvian boy. Has to be tasted to be believed. Not polluted like most humans. Tastes exactly the way they used to taste just after I was turned. Before the Industrial Revolution f****d everything to hell. Should I summon him?
Bill: No, thank you.

Sophie: Go fuck yourself.
Russell: Mm.
Eric: [Attacks Sophie-Anne, pins her to the ground] No, sweetheart. You go fuck yourself. Oh, I am older and stronger than you. I only submitted to you in the past because of respect. But you framed me. So I renounce any and all allegiance to you. I am his now.
Sophie: I refuse to grant you...
Eric: I will rip your head off and throw it in the pool. And I will have fun doing it.

Sophie: Less than two hours til dawn. Shall we have sex?
[Bill gives her a look]
Sophie: Kidding. I haven't enjoyed sex with men since the Eisenhower administration.