American Horror Story

Ben: What about Violet?
Violet: What about Violet? I'm a teenage girl. Not exactly a cakewalk.
Ben: Violet. What kind of father have I been? You weren't eating, you weren't going to school. You were already gone. I didn't get it.
Violet: I shut you out. I was afraid it would break you.
Ben: I've missed you so much.
Violet: I was never getting into Harvard. But I saved you a shitload of money.
Ben: Yeah, you did.

Marcy: Miguel. What an exotic name. I must confess to a fascination for all things south of the border.
Miguel: Actually, my family's from Spain.
Marcy: All the better. I find European Hispanics vastly superior.

Constance: He's mine.
Hayden: Over my dead body.
Constance: We're well past that.

Gabriel: Who are you?
Violet: A ghost of my former self.

Violet: Are you sure you want to be alone? They say this house is haunted.
Gabriel: You're kind of twisted, aren't you?
Violet: You don't know the half of it.

Tate: You told me to go away.
Violet: Yeah... but I never said good-bye.

Vivien: Some other poor family's just going to move in here. Suckers who will have no idea what they're in for.
Ben: And we know exactly what to do.

Moira: I would have made a good mother, if I hadn't been such a little tramp. Forgive me. There's nothing worse than a self-pitying old maid.