Violet Devereaux: Child, I believe you broke my legs.
Caroline Ellis: It's like, hypnotism, right? Suggestion? And when this stuff works, its because someone believes it works?.. And if you thought, you know, that magic made you sick... you might believe in a magic cure?
Mama Cynthia: Somebody been workin' roots on you.
Caroline Ellis: Say I knew someone who thought that they'd been.
Mama Cynthia: Crossed?
Caroline Ellis: Crossed. Would they believe that they could be... uncrossed?
Caroline Ellis: Luke, she tried to kill me. She had a gun, I got away just in time but I had to leave Ben in the shed. We have to go back.
Luke: The hell we do.
Caroline Ellis: I left him there.
Luke: Slow down... You didn't leave anybody.
Violet Devereaux: I bet they don't have gardens like this is New Jersey.
Caroline Ellis: Actually, it's "The Garden State."
Violet Devereaux: I very much doubt that.
Violet Devereaux: You think I'm senile, don't you?
Caroline Ellis: I just don't understand. Why would the ghosts put a spell on Ben and not me? I've been in that room too.
Violet Devereaux: Maybe because you don't believe them.
Caroline Ellis: I told you I wanted a black one this time.
Luke: You know the black ones never stay. Beggars can't be choosers. I think it suits you beautifully. It's better than Violet or Grace, even. We'll get used to it. We always do.
Caroline Ellis: Do you know a record called the Conjure of Sacrifice?.. Because I have it if you do.
Creole Mother: If you had that, you wouldn't say so.
Caroline Ellis: I'm going into town for a while. Shopping.
Violet Devereaux: For what, Caroline? Caroline! For what?
Caroline Ellis: ...you'll just have to see.
Chosen answer: Yes.
Phixius ★