Young Vivi: This is the blood of our people. The wolf people. The alligator people and the moon women, from which we gain our strengths to rule all worlds.

Young Vivi: We are the flames of the fires, the whirling of the winds, we are the waters of the rains and the rivers and the oceans. We are the rocks and the stones. And now, by the power invested in me, I declare we are the mighty ya-ya priestesses. Let no man put us under. Now our blood flows through each other as it has done for all eternity. Loyal forever. We raise our voices in the words of mumbo gumbo. Ya-ya.
All: YA-YA!

Necie: I just hope it's not a real emergency. 'Cause I only brought one bottle of vodka.

Sidda: I am sick and tired of her tantrums! *starts to hit the counter with the phone*

Sidda: Here's to mama. Long may she rave.

Caro: Theif. *Sidda took her bloody mary*

Necie: But your mama, the budding journalists, wrote to me every single day.
Teensy: All two of them.

Young Vivi (vo): Dearest Countess Singing Cloud... we arrived in Atlanta after an eternity on the Southern Crescent. They made Willeta ride in the colored car so we were on our own almost the whole way.

Young Vivi: You never saw so many beautiful things in all your life. It's like a museum or even a palace. Just think, all this... and I'm going to meet Miss Margaret Mitchell and Clark Gable, too.

Willeta: Lord, I don died and gone to hell.

Caro: *Sidda on the phone with Connor* But we'll be listening from the kitchen, so talk loud.

Vivi: Don't talk to me like that Teensy, I'll knock you into the middle of next week.
Teensy: And I'll kick your sorry ass on Thursday.

Caro: The only disease that can survive in our bloodstreams is alcoholism.