Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

SEBASTIAN: Good night, Mother.

COTTON: And what is it you want from me?

ANNE: You have no idea what it is like, Cotton,

COTTON: I thought you were the very embodiment of good.

MERCY: [Crying]

There is no easy way out, Mary...

She is a real Marburg.

COUNTESS MARBURG: Shh, shh, shh, shh.

to be filled with ideas, with dreams,

is wasted on an ignorant and ungrateful peasant girl!

in this tragedy all too well.

COUNTESS MARBURG: Promised you what, child?

There will be no more of your foul magic here!

SEBASTIAN: I, too, am capable of unconditional love.

Or simply point.

He fled this way.

I'll shut us both up...

SEBASTIAN: That should do.

My good mother would never bear to see you live.

You were his father's whore, and now you will be his.

He should never even have seen her.

It is not yours, but Captain John Alden's.

COUNTESS MARBURG: I hardly know the words to tell you.

I might not have had to quicken your love with my first spell.

you know I will survive to live again.

MERCY: She was my Dollie doll,

Now I see why I already burn in hell.

ANNE: Of course you don't.

You will someday.

She was not strong enough.

Salem will prosper and grow, becoming a mighty nation.

SEBASTIAN: I believe the grown-ups are fighting.

[Breathing heavily]

Every subtle way you've turned one against another.