Cordelia Foxx:
In the absence of the council, as reigning Supreme of this coven, I hereby decree... for the murders of our sister witch, Cecily Pembroke and our college, Quentin Fleming... you... Myrtle Snow, are hereby sentenced to death by fire.
Myrtle Snow:
Delia, my sweet daughter, I have never been more proud.
Cordelia Foxx:
Any last words?
Myrtle Snow:
Only one. BALENCIAGA!
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