Mary: One thing has enacted me. When I returned my son did not seem surprised, as if... Tituba: As if he knew you were coming? Mary: Yes. Tituba: You are in greater danger than we could have known. If you would survive, trust no one. Mary: You examine the Essex Witches, leave me to make my first move. Tituba: Which is? Mary: Why to trust no one, of course.
Cotton: The Devil wants me to be his biographer, to recount his glorious failed rebellion against the "tyrant" God. It is a cosmic joke! Anne: But I am grateful that he has spared you, almost as grateful as I am...that you spared me.